He Was Supposed to Become Grand Secretary, So How Did My Brother End Up on the Throne?

[Historical romance + farming + business + sweet romance + everyday life + possessive love + both untouched + pseudo-siblings]

When Cui Ying wakes up, she has become the biological younger sister of Cui Muzhi, the man who will one day become the Great Han’s chief minister. What a powerful backer!

She has no idea what was wrong with the original owner’s head, but she’d been determined to sell her brother off to another family as a live-in son-in-law.

Thank goodness! She arrived early enough to claim her brother as her own powerful backer.

Every morning, Cui Ying wakes up thinking about spoiling her brother, making the family rich, supporting him through his studies and the imperial examinations, and then lying flat and enjoying life.

But at some point, her gentle, refined brother becomes possessive and starts driving away every potential suitor.

Just as she’s about to see all her efforts go to waste, Cui Ying decides it’s time to set him straight. Brainwashing him, that is. I’m the best at being a good sister!

With her hands on her hips, Cui Ying corners Cui Muzhi against a wall. “The two great joys in life are the wedding night and passing the imperial examinations. Why not take the exams and earn yourself a title?”

The capital is thrown into turmoil, and the Prince of An’s residence is raided overnight. One of the young masters barely escapes the city with his life.

The fourth son, Xuanyuan Che, is gravely wounded and poisoned, and loses his memory. A flustered village girl finds him at the foot of a cliff, and somehow he ends up becoming someone else’s older brother.

But at some point, Cui Muzhi notices that all sorts of unsuitable men keep turning up around his lively, adorable younger sister. Cut them off, every last one!

How could the sister he’s raised so lovingly be sent to another family to toil like an ox or horse?

Xuanyuan Che braces one hand against the wall, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he narrows his eyes. His low, magnetic voice sends a shiver through Cui Ying’s ear.

“Yingying, first... we need... a wedding night, before... you can pass the imperial examinations!”