Elder Brother

The groveling begins | Melodramatic fake siblings Years ago, on a day of torrential rain in Jicheng, the capital of Yan, King Shen Yue gave his royal sister, Princess Ling'an, a cup of poisoned wine and ordered her to die. Her crime was treason. The only princess of the Yan royal family died in the Chaoxi Palace. The most beautiful woman among the kingdoms met her end, her life cut short. He had once taught her to read and play the qin with his own hands, and taught her how to kill with a single shot on the battlefield. He taught her military strategy and instructed her in the art of governing. He had suffered from chronic illness for years and could no longer wear armor. When Zhao invaded, she put on armor in his stead, fought across three thousand li, and held off a million soldiers with her sword, earning herself a glorious reputation as a young hero. But that day, in the Chaoxi Palace, the same hand that had taught her to play the qin brought her a cup of poisoned wine. Her crime was treason. Perhaps it was really because she had gathered too much military power and become too renowned, threatening his position. In any case, he had never believed her innocent. As she drank, the frail young man in black robes and a white crane cloak stood before her. He lowered his pale, beautiful face slightly, his gaze cool and clear, and asked whether she had any last wish. They were siblings, after all. He would grant it for her. Shen Yan thought: He didn't know she loved him. He didn't know she would never betray him. Now, with tears streaming down her face, there was no point in defending herself. All she could do was look up at him and say with a smile, her voice full of bitter mockery, "What if I want my royal brother? What if I want to spend one night with him?" His features were strikingly beautiful. His slender fingers suddenly hooked beneath her chin as he leaned toward her, their breaths mingling. His long, ink-black hair fell forward, concealing the inscrutable gaze in his luminous, peach-blossom eyes. The palace doors closed. He really did scoop her into his arms and carry her toward the layers of brocade curtains embroidered with dancing phoenixes. His kiss was cold, like the snow that fell every winter in Jicheng. She drank the poison and, just as she had wished, died in his arms. Perhaps it wasn't her fate to die. The youngest daughter of the Chu family, the Third Miss Chu, who had been sent to Zhao as a bride, was returned to Yan. The person who came to receive her was none other than Shen Yue, the King of Yan, a renowned and undefeated commander who had not worn armor in years. He treated her very well, like a younger sister. He cared for her, guided her, and kept her company. Afraid she would be bored, he found unusual trinkets to amuse her. Afraid she wouldn't take care of herself, he was always checking on her, even going into the kitchen to make soup for her. Everyone said the king had fallen in love with Third Miss Chu at first sight, and that his affections were hers alone. He said she was the love of his life. In the fervor of their passion, he even promised to make her his queen. One day, her dream of becoming queen finally shattered. That day, his cold sword rested against her neck, and his gaze was ice-cold, nothing like it had been when they first met. It was another day of dark, stormy rain. At last, Third Miss Chu realized that she had forgotten the cup of poisoned wine she had drunk in the past, and forgotten that she had once died in his arms. The swallows fly, their wings spread unevenly. Synopsis to be decided. 1. Both leads are each other's only partners. 2. They have a misunderstanding. 3. Time manipulation is involved. 4. A stormy romance. The male and female leads are fake siblings, but are actually cousins. Theme: Express your love before it's too late.