Carrying My Elder Brother's Child

At the end is a similar upcoming novel: Carrying the Child of a Powerful Minister’s Uncle

For three hundred years, no daughters had been born in the Yun Dragon Palace. The Imperial Observatory divined that a girl born on the seventh day of the twelfth month could break the curse.

On the day Yun Wanqing was born, snow fell thickly from the sky. The eunuch in charge flourished his horsetail whisk and called in a high-pitched voice, “Miss, please come with me.”

She had been raised in the palace since childhood and was the only princess in the Yun Palace. Cherished by the emperor and empress and doted on by her elder brother, she was the brightest begonia in all of Chang’an.

She had also grown up alongside the crown prince, who had been born to the empress as well, and the two were as close as true siblings.

Later, the crown prince ascended the throne, and she became a grand princess. She thought her carefree days would go on forever, until her coming-of-age ceremony, when the Empress Dowager chose a husband for her. He was so handsome that she was delighted.

She ran to Qianqing Palace, tugged at the emperor’s dragon-embroidered sleeve, and begged him to arrange her marriage to the man. The emperor, who had always indulged her, narrowed his phoenix eyes. The air around him turned oppressive, his dark pupils reflecting the girl’s stubborn yet fragile gaze.

He raised a hand and stroked the corner of her eyes, red from crying. His callused fingertips brushed gently back and forth, but the skin there only grew redder.

“Are you truly determined to marry no one but him?”

Yun Wanqing froze for a second, then nodded hard, ignoring the pain at the corners of her eyes. “I like him. I want to marry him.”

A cold glint flashed through Yun Fuyan’s eyes. His voice was mild, yet carried a chilling hint of laughter.

“Very well.”

On the night of her wedding, Yun Wanqing swung her legs carelessly. Through the red silk, she could make out the tall, upright figure of a man, and his familiar, faint fragrance enveloped her at once.

After thinking for a moment, she didn’t suspect a thing. Lowering her head, she chided him coyly,

“Husband, you’re so late.”

A low chuckle seemed to come from above her. Before she could think about it, the man leaned over her. Through a gap in the silk, she secretly squinted.

One glance, and she plunged into an unfathomable abyss.

Why had her husband, who was supposed to share her wedding night, become Yun Fuyan?

Yun Fuyan lowered his raven-dark lashes, hiding the shadows in his eyes. He wiped away the tears at the corners of the girl’s eyes, his voice calm and cold, like a ghost’s.

“Why would it be bad to become my empress?”

[From the hero’s point of view]

The first time Yun Fuyan met Yun Wanqing was in the twelfth month. He returned from archery practice after class, and the empress gently stroked his shoulder and told him he had a little sister.

Looking down at the baby in her swaddling clothes as she giggled at him, Yun Fuyan lowered his eyes and agreed.

From then on, he had a little tagalong. His younger sister always loved to cling to him. Even when he went to school, she insisted on coming along, and he had to kneel in front of Chengqian Palace for an entire day before he could get permission for her to attend.

He thought that as long as his sister stayed by his side, it would all be worth it.

So later, when he heard that Yun Wanqing had fallen for someone, he had her locked up at once.

He would not allow another man to stand beside his sister.

Seeing his sweet, delicate sister nestled in his arms, as docile and pitiful as a rabbit, he couldn’t help fondling her.

But everything has its limits, and even a rabbit will bite when cornered.

He had thought that once Yun Wanqing became pregnant, she would settle down in the palace, in their one and only “home,” and obediently give birth to their child.

But one day, she fled, taking the child in her belly and leaving him without a second thought. She slipped past the search of the guards throughout the city.

Everyone told Yun Fuyan that Yun Wanqing had died far from home and urged him to take a new empress.

Until one day, when envoys from all nations came to pay tribute.

Among the dancers brought by the Western Regions delegation, Yun Fuyan saw her again.

Late that night, he held her trembling body and spoke like a ghost. “Little sister, don’t run away again. Be good.”

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Luo Shuyi was born into a family of scholars. The only daughter of the Minister of Revenue, she had a father and elder brother who rose smoothly through the ranks, becoming favorites of the emperor.

From a young age, she inherited her parents’ striking features. Her skin was as smooth as jade, her lips as red as cinnabar, and her beauty was incomparable. With her gentle, graceful temperament, she was renowned far and wide as the ideal young lady.

But when she was seventeen, an imperial indictment arrived at the Luo residence. That very night, an imperial envoy and his soldiers stormed the gates of the Ministry of Revenue. The entire family was arrested.

On a rainy night, Luo Shuyi evaded the guards searching the city and stumbled to the Governor’s residence, where she made a decision she would regret for countless nights to come.

She knocked on the door of the Governor’s residence, whose master had always been at odds with her brother, and begged him to clear the Luo family’s name and right their wrongs.

The man stood tall in the rain. He gripped her chin, the corner of his mouth curling ever so slightly.

“Luo Shuyi, what will you give me in exchange?”

Tears fell from the eyes of the woman kneeling before him. At last, she undid her robes.

From then on, everyone who passed by night after night could hear the graceful, lilting sound of palace bells mingled with a woman’s sobs.

*

The night the Luo family was cleared of all charges, Luo Shuyi wept with joy. That same night, she unexpectedly learned she was pregnant, already more than three months along.

Luo Shuyi acted at once. She tucked away the letter her brother had sent and finally seized her chance on a dark, stormy night. She slipped away from her attendants and boarded the boat her brother had prepared for her.

“Whoosh.” The boat set off.

Watching Jingzhou grow smaller and smaller, she let out a long breath. She was about to reunite with her parents after months apart when she suddenly heard several familiar, long-missed voices from the shore.

“Shu!”

It was her parents and her brother!

They were still on the shore, so whose boat had she boarded…?

The next instant, a cold presence seized her from behind. The man’s voice was icy, his gaze fixed on her slightly rounded belly.

“You’re carrying my child. Where do you think you’re going?”

*

Pei Wujiao, the Grand Governor, had once been adopted by Old Master Luo, but turned against him one day and severed all ties with the Luo family.

He commanded a powerful army on the frontier and wielded immense influence at court. Even the emperor had to show him deference. He was cruel and ruthless by nature, and no one dared defy him.

Yet his obedient, fragile niece had deceived him again and again, and he could barely contain his anger.

But after every encounter, he would see her weeping alone by the bed and find himself wanting to give her a child to keep her company.

Now that she had lost her family, he would give her one.

Once she gave birth, whether it was a boy or a girl, he would make her his principal wife.

He never expected that the first message delivered by the hawk he had sent to watch over her would be:

She had escaped.

[Reader’s Guide]

1. A well-protected beauty x an emperor who would give his favorite little sister the whole world (a pampered little sister x an obsessive, possessive older brother)

2. A forced romance; includes an amnesia trope.

3. At first, the heroine mistakes infatuation for love; both leads are chaste.

4. The blurb was screenshotted on August 10, 2025. Any suspected plagiarism will be pursued.

5. The male and female leads are not blood-related, and everyone knows this from the beginning.

Premise: Love is the foundation of every relationship