The Emperor and His Elder Sister

Pei Heng was deposed as a child and exiled to the frontier with his mother's family. He endured countless hardships, and all his trusted companions abandoned him. Only his maid, Yue Zhi, stayed by his side, loyal and unwavering. After ten bitter years at the border, Pei Heng returned to the capital and ascended the throne. He made Yue Zhi a princess and granted her a residence of her own. Years of toil had left Yue Zhi ill, frail, and blind. Pei Heng wished only for her to live peacefully for the rest of her life, free of worries. But when he saw her smiling as she gently stroked the young physician's face, fury and resentment seized him. He crushed his jade thumb ring, nearly losing control. Through countless snowy nights, her warmth had belonged to him alone. That night, Pei Heng had a ridiculous dream. In it, their passionate entanglement gnawed at his bones and devoured his soul, bringing him overwhelming pleasure. They gave themselves over completely, turning the world upside down. He woke drenched in sweat, with his beloved still before his eyes... To put an end to such shameful thoughts, he chose a husband for Yue Zhi. He held back again and again, but in the end he couldn't resist his longing and wanted to see her one last time before her wedding. At that single glance, the empress he had longed for turned to look at him, her clear eyes crinkling with a smile. "Are you the bridegroom?" Pei Heng's throat went dry. His gaze burned as he answered, "I am." He caught her frail, soft body, kissed her reverently, and fell completely into an irredeemable madness. * After her wedding, Yue Zhi often felt that something was strange. The new emperor had personally chosen her husband, yet wouldn't let him accompany her into the palace. The new emperor had always scorned romance, yet asked her about her private life with her husband. She and her husband were deeply in love, with no distance between them, but after she became pregnant, he vanished without a trace. Yue Zhi couldn't understand what had gone wrong. Not until the new emperor specially invited her to the palace to rest during her pregnancy and, in private, took her hand and said, "Don't be sad, Imperial Sister. You still have me. I'll treat this child as my own." That hand, covered in thin calluses, had set her skin ablaze countless times... She couldn't possibly mistake it. Gentle, frail beauty x brooding, possessive young emperor 1. Both leads are each other's only partners. The heroine is six years older than the hero, and they are not related. 2. Romance-focused, melodramatic, with the plot serving the romance. Includes a substitute, non-consensual sex (with the heroine), coercive possession, and a groveling pursuit of the wife. Overall, it's sweet. 3. Neither lead is perfect. Feel free to criticize the characters, but please don't insult the author. 4. Blurb saved on July 16, 2025. My other age-gap, melodramatic romance, My Two Younger Brothers, Both Powerful Ministers, Covet Me, is currently updating. If you're interested, check out its page in my collection for details. [Delicate beauty x brooding, unhinged minister x spirited, passionate young wolf] After her father dies and the Qi family falls into ruin, Qi Zhaoye and his little brother are driven out by their relatives. When they have nowhere else to go, Qing Luan takes them in. She had been his father's concubine: fickle and greedy, yet she gave the brothers a home and looked after them as their older sister, taking care of everything. She became his whole world, and he, innocent and ardent, came to admire her. He secretly vowed that when he grew up, he would take good care of his sister. Seven years later, Qing Luan, drunk, pulled him into her bed. Her soft warmth pressed against him, her kisses silenced his trembling, inexperienced voice, and she rubbed his ears red. The body she had watched grow up was returned to her, inch by inch... After their lovemaking, she nestled into his arms, her fingers teasing him as she murmured tenderly. The name she called was his father's! Qi Zhaoye resented her, but couldn't control himself as his desire grew wild. For the next several years, he loved her as he pleased through the damp nights. When he passed the imperial examinations and returned home, ready to confess his feelings, Qing Luan took another man's hand and said gently, "Now that you've become an official, I can finally feel at ease about getting married." She smiled warmly, her eyes clear. And his dark, secret longing became a sin that could never see the light of day. * Qing Luan couldn't understand what she had done wrong. The child she had carefully watched over had climbed into her bed. He should have been radiant with success, an upright gentleman, but for her he had bent his head, laid his dignity and honor at her feet, and begged her with reddened eyes to cherish him as he undressed. Qing Luan was furious and ashamed. She gave up trying to make sense of things, then fled in a panic. By the time she came to her senses, she was already pregnant. She had planned to marry an ordinary man and be done with it, but the brothers came together to find her, cornered her in the courtyard, kissed her, pleaded with her, and trapped her in a surging tide of passion. "Sister, choose me." "Let me be the father of the child in your belly." Theme: Beautiful love can heal the wounds of the heart.