After the Disabled Canary's Husband Dies Suddenly

[Sickly, disabled, money-loving canary bottom x gentle-looking-but-dark, controlling, traditional big-brother top]

Older brother and younger brother’s wife / silly beauty / chasing his wife / fake-death story

Blurb:

Yu Wen was a noble young woman from a prestigious family. She married the man she loved, and the two lived together in perfect harmony. Unfortunately, after the dynasty changed hands, her husband became a puppet emperor in the hands of a powerful minister.

What should have been a match made in heaven ended with them separated by death.

As the days wore on, her heart grew cold. She and her husband’s only younger brother struggled to survive within the palace walls.

Yu Wen watched Zhao Changzhao grow from a thin boy into a handsome, elegant young man. She had spent half her life drifting without a place to call home, and in the end, he was the only one by her side.

After Zhao Changzhao ascended the throne, he locked her in a secret room, saying he wanted to hide her away and keep anyone from hurting her.

He said he had nothing left except her.

He wept in her arms, begging her not to leave.

Later, he held her hand, his gaze restrained yet fervent. “Sister-in-law, I... have harbored this forbidden desire for a long time. It wasn’t just a passing whim.”

Yu Wen wanted to escape, but could only sink deeper, step by step, into this absurd entanglement.

Later, Zhao Changzhao settled old scores, seized power, and truly became the emperor above all others.

He came to see her, deep weariness in his eyes. “Yuyan, I won.”

Yu Wen smiled too, and kissed his temple as if rewarding him. “You did very well.”

Treasures from all over the world flowed into her palace. Zhao Changzhao gave her whatever she wanted.

She knew he couldn’t live without her, and wanted to see just how far he would go for her.

When he was half asleep, she pressed herself to his chest and softly called him by his elder brother’s name.

She smiled, watching to see whether a single word or tear from her would make him kneel at once.

She forced him to drive her away, then watched coldly as he chased her shadow all night, before turning around and comforting him.

Yu Wen could see the heat in his eyes. Suddenly, she was confused. Why had her heart long since broken, while Zhao Changzhao’s could still pound wildly for her?

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Obsessive emperor x conflicted consort

The heroine and hero have no romantic relationship while she is still involved with the hero’s elder brother

The hero is sexually inexperienced; the heroine is not. Entirely fictional setting

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Theme: Too much wisdom can bring sorrow

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Title: After Getting Together with My Arch-Enemy, the Whole Server Exploded [Western Fantasy]

[Gentle-looking-but-dark scheming saint top x hot-tempered demon king bottom who says one thing and means another]

Blurb:

[Gentle-looking-but-dark scheming saint top x hot-tempered demon king bottom who says one thing and means another]

What’s it like to be born with an arch-enemy?

The demon king Abixiong slammed his hand on the throne. “Who would ever want that?!”

That damn saint was always provoking him...

They were both NPCs in a virtual reality game. Abixiong worked himself to the bone every day and got beaten half to death by players, while Raphael could sit comfortably in the holy temple, handing out potions and healing players before pretending to pray to his god.

The demon king got beaten, and he took pictures. The demon king fell down, and he laughed.

He couldn’t take this life anymore!

After Raphael threw him out of the holy temple for the 10,086th time, the prideful demon king finally snapped.

The demon king said coldly, “Niba, take care of him.”

His servant wailed in despair, “Your Majesty!! I’m scared!!”

Abixiong had never understood the meaning of fear.

He sneered. “He’s just some mumbling saint. I have my ways.”

To put it simply: strike while he’s sick, and finish him off.

*

The Isle of Isai, the newest virtual reality game on the market, had become a hit among players thanks to its lively NPC interactions and lighthearted gameplay.

What! You’ve cleared the game and you’re bored? No problem, take a little potion from the holy temple and go tease the demon king!

What! The demon king beat you up? No problem, our great saint will pray and bless you!

Every official setting made it clear that the saint and demon king were sworn enemies, but players had never seen them fight in the same scene.

A legendary collector on the forum was determined to uncover the rumored hidden battle between the demon king and the saint. But the two never crossed paths. They couldn’t even meet, let alone fight.

It had become the one challenge everyone on the server agreed was impossible to complete. No exceptions.

One night, late in the evening,

an anonymous post with no title or text quickly shot to the top of the forum.

#Wait, isn’t this the holy temple in the middle of the night? I thought nobody could get in at this hour. Who took this picture? It doesn’t look like there’s only one person in it, either.

#Holy crap, that looks like a demon!

#Could it be?! Is the demon king finally attacking the holy temple?? I’m hyped!

Players scrambled to log in to the server, which was lagging so badly it was on the verge of crashing. They wanted to witness the legendary scene firsthand, but when they rushed into the holy temple, they were left utterly stunned.

N-no, no, no, no way!!!

Can someone tell them why what they were seeing was neither the holy temple being razed nor the demon king being driven away, but the demon king and the saint pressed together at negative distance?!

*

Flickering candlelight illuminated the horns of the undercover demon. The saint’s pure white robes were crumpled beneath the demon straddling him, their hair tangled together. The saint pressed his cool fingers to the demon king’s chattering lips and spoke softly:

“Your Majesty, it’ll be dawn soon.”

“You should start your attack.”

“Damn it, shut up!!”

#What I Learned from All Those Disasters in the Holy Temple

[Please note]

1. A sweet story centered on the two of them, with no pairing changes or role reversals. Pure sweetness, no angst, mutual love locked in. The author swallowed the key.

2. Everything in the story serves the couple. All aboard the handsome-top, handsome-bottom, saint-and-demon-king appreciation train.

Theme: Though physically disabled, the spirit remains strong