The Fake Canary Bewitches with Her Beauty

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Completed xianxia yuri: "My Shizun Devotes Herself to the Dao," featuring a shizun and her wicked disciple. Check out my profile!

Upcoming xianxia yuri: "I've Had a Crush on My Senior Sister for Three Hundred Years"

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Blurb:

Forced to enter the palace, Xie Jingqiu became the woman of the King of Li.

She really didn't want to.

When she was young, all she wanted was to live carefree, teach in Jiangnan, and occasionally tell fortunes for people.

But war raged everywhere, with smoke rising from every corner.

For one or two taels of gold, her parents still sent her through the palace gates, into the unfathomable depths within.

Night after night, a life of revelry, the red curtains tossed aside.

Trapped in a suffocating cage, Xie Jingqiu had to escape.

But the woman seated high on the throne caught her and dragged her back without the slightest effort.

Warm fingers brushed her face. The woman's eyes smiled as if teasing a pretty little bird.

"Are you going to run again?"

With tears still glistening in her damp eyes, Xie Jingqiu swallowed her humiliation and kissed her.

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Unable to escape the palace, Xie Jingqiu decided to play the part of a helpless, vulnerable woman devoted to her lover.

So what if the King was ambitious and liked women? The history books were full of women like her, lying dead in their graves.

In an age when all living things were treated as mere straw dogs, the only thing Xie Jingqiu could use was her not-too-unpleasant appearance.

She didn't seem to mind offering herself to the wolf.

But life is unpredictable.

Even Xie Jingqiu herself never expected to survive in such troubled times.

Nor did she expect to rise step by step from a palace servant whom everyone looked down on to a chancellor of the highest rank.

But a dream of a carefree life is only a dream.

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"You want to resign?"

The woman, accustomed to having power, shed her gentle facade and imprisoned her in the palace once more, calling her by the title she had hated most when she was the King's favorite.

"Xie Jingqiu..."

In the dim, misty curtains, Xie Jingqiu glared resentfully at the damp lips of the woman above her, her gaze shifting slightly.

The woman murmured, her tone almost pleading.

"Don't go. Please?"

Before Xie Jingqiu could finish cursing, the woman covered her lips with a kiss and forced her words back down her throat.

Xie Jingqiu & Chu Li

A scheming fake canary x an Emperor who watched from the sidelines until she was dragged into the fray

[The Beauty Who Became a Famous Chancellor]

[Coercive Possession, Sex First and Love Later, Love and Hate, Fake Canary]

[Also known as "Beauty"]

Note:

1. Matriarchal setting. Both protagonists are natives of this world. Happy ending, single-couple pairing.

2. A chaotic era. In my worldbuilding, only women have inner strength and can practice martial arts.

3. Both leads are powerful in their own right, and neither is perfect. As she grows, the protagonist won't be confined to the palace. The canary act is all an act. The women and men in the harem are just for show.

4. Older top. She's a bad woman at first and won't be redeemed.

5. Lots of melodrama and a huge amount of original worldbuilding! Alternate history, so don't take it too seriously.

Blurb for "I've Had a Crush on My Senior Sister for Three Hundred Years":

The day I fell in love with my senior sister, I wiped out my enemies' entire sect. My revenge was complete. What a satisfying day.

Every sect master, elder, and senior immortal in the immortal world used everything they had to capture me.

Ancient formations and deadly talismans, divine swords and magical artifacts, all rained down on me.

They called me a wicked disciple, a fiend who had fallen into the ghost path and committed countless evils.

Only my senior sister...

Even with her sword run through my heart, her hand was still trembling badly.

Her eyes were bloodshot, so unlike her usual cool and indifferent expression.

Was that pity, and maybe a trace of pain?

I smiled gently at her and thought with malice.

So you really do care about me.

My dear senior sister, I'm about to die.

Will you regret this for the rest of your life?

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She didn't regret it for the rest of her life.

She's getting married tomorrow.

Sitting in a crowded teahouse, I calmly wondered how to crash the wedding.

If she finds out that I still have the same filthy, twisted feelings for her as always, will she hate me and kill me again?

In full view of everyone, I carried her away.

She didn't resist or say a word. She let me pin her down on the bed and gently kiss her lips.

"Is that all?"

She looked at me. Her pale red lips glistened from my kisses, but her cool eyes remained as imperious as ever.

I hated it.

With a disdainful snort, I kissed her several more times, leaving her breathless.

Only when she pinned me down and her warm breath brushed my ear did her quiet laugh make me uneasy.

"So you don't know how."

I'm the Ghost Lord, and every evil spirit under the heavens bows to me and shows me the utmost respect.

What could I possibly not know how to do?

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Later, my soul entered the mortal world and became human.

A fortune-telling woman told me there was an immortal in the heavens looking for me.

She'd been searching for a thousand years.

What a creative lie people tell these days.

I went home and tossed some money to the fair-faced, rather pretty beggar, snapping, "Eat, then get out."

She looked at me and smiled, her pale red lips curving. "Can I stay the night?"

Now you're pushing your luck!

Fine.

"Then get out after we sleep together."

I'm kindhearted, after all. I don't mind letting her stay one night.

It's just that this beggar always carries a sword at her side.

It's really worrying.

At night, she pinned me to the bed, her warm lips pressed to my neck, her breath intimate and brazen.

That was when I began to regret not throwing her out sooner.

"You still don't know how, do you? My dear junior sister, I guess I'll have to teach you for the rest of your life."

Older top, equally matched leads.

A sickly, spoiled Ghost Lord with a high attack and low defense x a self-deluding, cool-faced senior sister who kisses her until she melts

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