A Pot of Wine Among the Flowers

[World-weary male ghost brother x innocent, guileless orphan girl x arrogant, fierce younger brother] They were the most dazzling twins in the capital, one a scholar and the other a warrior, unrivaled in the world. Tian Jiu was a tea-picking girl who had never even left her town, but when they fell on hard times, she boldly bought them. Jiming hated Tian Jiu, and Jialu did too. Jiming said they were only staying at Tian Jiu’s home temporarily. He called her a woman who fawned on the powerful, and said he would kill her once he got what he wanted. Jialu believed every word. * After being sent away yet again, Jialu doubled back. Through a narrow crack in the door, he saw his elder brother kneeling before Tian Jiu. His usually cold, indifferent face was tinged with desire as he kissed her fingertips. "Xiaojiu, touch me." His brother had told him to stay away from Tian Jiu, yet he was the one getting close to her? That night, Jialu tossed and turned. When he finally fell asleep, he dreamed he was still spying on that secret scene. Tian Jiu, who hadn’t spared him a glance all day, turned to him in the dream and beckoned, her eyes as soft as water. "Come here, Jialu." For the first time, Jialu missed his morning martial arts practice. * Jialu never imagined that his first falling-out with his brother would be over the girl he had once looked down on. Jialu: "I liked her first! You’re not allowed to seduce her!" Jiming’s lips curled. "If it’s mutual, what does it matter who came first? And if we’re talking about who was first, I’m your elder brother." "She hugged me first!" "She kissed me first." "She likes me!" "Funny, she likes me too." Tian Jiu, passing by with Dahu on a leash: "..." "I already have a dog. Do I really need another one?" Too many men in the house are a nuisance. They make too much noise. Note: Happy ending, male leads have no prior sexual experience, fictional historical setting, romance-focused, a touch of farming, and a love-rivalry showdown. Light, sweet everyday romance. In accordance with platform rules, Jialu is the endgame in the main story, with a separate Jiming route in the extras. The two male leads have roughly equal page time. 🟢 Please add my next historical romance, Twin Blossoms, to your reading list! I’ll be my own love rival. Yin Jianhe, master of the Sword-Casting Manor, was born with two souls in one body. One morning, Yin Jianhe woke feeling strange. He lifted the covers and saw himself lying naked beside a woman, their bodies entwined. He knew the woman. She was Xun Huan, Ying Chao’s lover. Ying Chao was the other soul who shared his body. Ying Chao had once told Yin Jianhe he wanted to marry Xun Huan, but Yin Jianhe refused. He never imagined that the pair of them would force him into marriage this way. With no other choice, Yin Jianhe agreed to the marriage. The three of them made an agreement: Ying Chao was the one marrying Xun Huan, and it had nothing to do with him. When Yin Jianhe was awake, Xun Huan could not treat him as her husband, touch him, or behave improperly toward him. She even had to address him respectfully as Manor Master. Even so, Yin Jianhe could sense the newlyweds’ affection in all the little details of their daily life. He could also tell that Xun Huan was instinctively affectionate with him and tried to please him, if a little awkwardly. Yin Jianhe made his position clear and drew a line between them. "Ying Chao and I are not the same person. I ask that you conduct yourself accordingly, Madam." At last, life became peaceful. But soon, things took a turn for the worse. Yin Jianhe realized that his memories were gradually becoming one with Ying Chao’s. Night after night, he fell into dreams of Xun Huan. Her sweat-damp hair at her temples, her flushed cheeks, her soft, damp body pressing against him, clinging passionately to Ying Chao. Or rather, to him. * Xun Huan learned to accept that Ying Chao was only the husband she knew for a small part of the time. She also learned to keep her distance from Yin Jianhe, whose temper was so different despite having the same face. But for some reason, lately Yin Jianhe’s gaze kept falling on her. It was so direct she couldn’t ignore it, and even more heated and clinging than Ying Chao’s. One day, Xun Huan was nestled in Ying Chao’s arms, teasing him, when she suddenly realized that her husband’s body had changed owners. She hurriedly apologized and tried to pull her arm from around his neck, but he suddenly caught her wrist. Xun Huan startled. "Manor Master..." Yin Jianhe held her waist and wrist, lowered his head without expression, and said coolly: "Why do you call him husband, but call me Manor Master?" Xun Huan didn’t know what had gotten into him. Panicking, she struggled to pull her imprisoned hand free. "Let go of me..." Yin Jianhe’s expression was stern. The lips that usually uttered only cold words suddenly bit the fingertip she used to push him away, murmuring softly: "Is this the one hand that refuses to touch me?" Xun Huan was at a loss. Yin Jianhe bit her fingertip until it was wet and red, then raised his eyes to look at her. "He and I are both your husbands. Why do you favor one over the other, Madam?" They even shared a body. Shouldn’t they share a wife, too? Theme: Wherever the heart finds peace, that is home.