Twin Suns

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*Brother sandwich, twins, shared senses, substitute trope, a record of a scummy woman, 1vn

Everyone in Bianjing knew that Zhong Xiyue loved handsome men, especially the exceptionally beautiful ones.

She was flirtatious and fickle. The most talented scholars praised her as unrivaled under heaven, while the richest merchants threw heaps of gold at her just to make her smile.

Winning a young man's heart was easy for her, too easy, except when it came to her master, Xie Qian.

Xie Qian was a heaven-blessed prodigy with a handsome face. Unfortunately, he was like a block of ice that would never melt. No matter how relentlessly she pursued him, he remained cold and unmoved.

Zhong Xiyue sighed toward the heavens. She thought she would never find another man as beautiful as him, until she met Xie Xi.

He said he wanted to be her lover. His face was nearly identical to Xie Qian's, except for a small mole on the right side of his nose.

Twins, with identical faces.

Zhong Xiyue gazed at the face that was exactly like Xie Qian's, her eyes gradually darkening.

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As her master, Xie Qian had spent his life restraining himself and observing propriety. Though he loved her to the bone, he still chose to bury his feelings deep inside.

That was until his twin brother, who should have died far away, appeared before him.

Xie Xi emerged from his study carrying a sleeping Zhong Xiyue in his arms. The unmistakable marks on her neck tormented him.

Once brothers, now enemies.

"For the first time." The mole on Xie Xi's nose lent him a rakish charm. He raised an eyebrow and laughed mockingly. "Brother, this is the first time I've been glad to have the same face as you."

Xie Qian could no longer keep up the act.

The only improper thing he had ever done in his life was pretend to be Xie Xi.

Her usually elegant and distant master cast off his cool exterior that night and willingly drew her into his arms.

He didn't dare let Zhong Xiyue kiss the bridge of his nose. He feared the brown ink would smear, giving him away and making him lose her forever.

At the height of their passion, the door behind them swung open. His younger brother stood there, and Xie Qian was swallowed by a furious rage.

"Why are you wearing my clothes?!"

Xie Qian stiffened, suddenly flustered. But Zhong Xiyue, in his arms, didn't pull away. Instead, she grabbed his collar and pulled him back toward her.

With eyes like silk, Zhong Xiyue breathed softly by his ear and smiled. She said just four words.

"Xie Qian, keep going."

[A prodigal who turns over a new leaf, a gentle, flirtatious, truly scummy woman x a seemingly aloof but actually lecherous older brother / an obsessive younger brother who fights for her, possessive and insecure]

Content warnings:

1. The younger brother thinks he's the older brother's substitute, and the older brother thinks he's the younger brother's substitute. The female lead always knows which is which, but may not reveal that she knows.

2. Three main characters. The female lead's wishes come first, and the characters have low standards for romantic morality. There are no scenes of multiple people sharing a bed at the same time (emphasis). The ending has all three living together in harmony.

3. The woman is a virgin, the men are not. Non-virgin men don't get into her bed. There's a lot of female-gaze content, and some young men have niche masochistic preferences (emphasis).

4. An alternate-history setting. Women can have multiple husbands, but this isn't a matriarchy. The female lead can have multiple male consorts and will eventually become emperor (). The worldbuilding is extensive, and the style is inspired by the Song dynasty.

5. There's also a spoiled male supporting character in the female lead's chambers, with a fair amount of screen time. The female lead also has a few fleeting affairs.

6. About the shared-sense ability: the shared sense is explicitly limited to telepathy. They can only sense a strong emotional fluctuation in their brother within ten paces, such as intense joy, jealousy, hatred, or love.

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Coming soon: "Vines of Nanshan and the Wild Goose Feather Saber (GB)" 1V2

[An unruly, passionate general x a blunt but secretly soft puppet emperor / an aloof, fallen prince of an enemy nation]

No one wanted Song Chengyin dead more than Ye Yunjian did.

In a great fire, the elder brothers who had been favored to inherit the throne died at a banquet. Song Chengyin had left early, feeling unwell from drinking, and escaped the same fate. As the former emperor lay dying, he handed Song Chengyin the imperial seal.

But Song Chengyin had never wanted to be emperor.

The political situation was turbulent. He sat rigidly on the dragon throne, gripping its armrests, while the ministers below argued endlessly. No one trusted him. Only Ye Yunjian, clad in purple and wearing a jade sword, gazed at him with a smile in her phoenix eyes and an emotion he couldn't quite name.

"Your Majesty, war has already broken out. With all the officials in court, do you have anyone else you can rely on besides me?"

"You dare threaten me?!"

Song Chengyin watched her, watching her increasingly brazen behavior, his teeth clenched in hatred.

"If you don't want to, then kill me." Ye Yunjian kissed his fingertips and hooked a finger around his belt, her tone casual and teasing.

His court robes were rumpled and fell across the dragon throne.

Before he'd even met the concubines in his harem, they were sent away one by one. Ye Yunjian treated him like her captive lover. He was no more than a puppet, unable to escape or refuse. He had no support in or out of court, and could only depend on her.

Until Ye Yunjian brought back a new favorite from the battlefield.

The newcomer was cool and noble, with delicate, distant features, and simply followed behind Ye Yunjian in silence.

Song Chengyin fixed his dark eyes on their interlaced fingers and heard Ye Yunjian softly call him "Jingchuan." She only used that tone when she coaxed him on the couch after she'd had her fill of him.

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Xiao Jingchuan was the prince who had been abandoned.

The two armies faced each other. His scheming younger brother ambushed and badly wounded him, knocking him off his horse. A horse's hoof that was about to trample his face leapt into the air and landed beside his ear.

Mud splattered across his face. The fear of surviving by a hair made his heart race. A flash of crimson vanished in the azure sky.

The dashing general raised an eyebrow, lifted his blade, and tilted his chin up with it, her voice playful.

"Call me wife, and I'll spare your life."

The suffocating feeling of near-death and his will to survive won out. Xiao Jingchuan grabbed the hem of her cloak. His frost-clear eyes seemed to crack like ice, and his voice was weak.

"W-wife, save me."

Theme: Loving and being loved are both happiness