Being the Heroine's Great-Aunt in the Imperial Palace

Updates are very irregular. Duan Fei wakes up one day having transmigrated into a book as the late emperor's posthumous child, destined to see her country fall. The emperor follows her around every day, calling, "Auntie, come have a meal!" The young heroine, the minor villains, and the main villain all lower their heads and greet her in childish voices: "May you enjoy boundless good fortune, Great-Great-Aunt!" Duan Fei: This is great. Thanks. A blood feud, sisters at odds, and every one of the original novel's thirty-six methods of torturous romance: it's a nightmarish melodrama. Duan Fei glances at her grandnieces, who are all headed for miserable endings, and decides to keep them away from scumbags. "Pei Zhi is a deeply calculating man. If he ever says he loves you, he's definitely up to no good. Don't trust him." At the time, the Ninth Prince Pei, who had come from the Song Kingdom, was standing in a corner, his expression unreadable. In the years that followed, Pei Zhi concealed his intense feelings, afraid to let even a trace show. At night, whenever he dreamed, he relived that icy appraisal of him from years ago. Unable to have her and unable to let go, he could only fall into the abyss. That year, a new emperor ascended the throne in the Song Kingdom. In his madness, he put six border prefectures on the line to force a marriage with Princess Changqing of the Duan family. Duan Fei: Let's talk this through... (Important): The story doesn't match the blurb, so read with caution, read with caution, read with caution! (The male lead's characterization is unchanged.) This is neither a sweet romance nor a wish-fulfillment story, and the male lead isn't very likable. You might want to read more comments before deciding whether to read it. For now, I'm happily filling this pit. Upcoming historical novel: Elder Sister When her younger brother was born, their mother died from complications of childbirth. With the times in turmoil, Lin Chuanying could only hold him and flee in haste from the rebels pursuing them. Wrapped in his swaddling clothes, he neither cried nor fussed, only staring straight at Lin Chuanying with dark, deep eyes. It was the nineteenth year of Chengping. The old dynasty fell, and a new one rose. Their father ascended the throne and became the supreme ruler of the land. Lin Chuanying and her younger brother were found and brought back to the palace. By then, the harem had three thousand concubines, and there was already a new empress. Over the next several years, more princes were born. Their father had long forgotten the deep love he once shared with his first wife, and had also forgotten the two children he'd had before becoming emperor. And so, the children of the first empress became targets for everyone. The inner palace was a labyrinth of treachery, with danger brewing beneath the surface. So many days and nights were fraught with peril. But the clearest image in Lin Funan's memory wasn't any of those upheavals. It was his slender elder sister, walking toward him with an umbrella on a cold, rainy night. A slender waist, delicate shoulders, pale lips, and cool eyes. Pale yellow bodhi leaves fell all around her, their faintly bitter scent spreading through the air. It was the same calm, unruffled way she'd carried herself over the years as she crossed swords and trudged through mud to hold up the sky for the two of them in the deceitful palace. Later, as the situation in the palace changed by the day, Lin Chuanying decided to marry a man from a prominent family. The young man leaned against the wall and smiled at Lin Chuanying with an innocent look. "Wouldn't it be better if you married me, Elder Sister?" Lin Chuanying didn't argue with him about morality and propriety. She patted Lin Funan's cheek, her expression gentle. "You think you're worthy?" Under the leafy shade, the young man obediently bent down and let his elder sister's hand fall against his cheek. With his cold, shadowed eyes and ghostly pale skin, this prince who terrified everyone was as docile as a leashed dog beneath his elder sister's hand. He rubbed his face against the hand resting on his cheek, his eyes narrowing in satisfaction. Please note: 1. The story is about possessiveness within a family relationship. Romantic feelings only develop after their true identities are revealed. 2. There are palace-intrigue plotlines. 3. Both are crazy. Their characterizations are as described in the blurb; I haven't figured out how to explain them yet. Theme: No matter the circumstances, stay true to yourself.