My Half-Sister Was Delighted the Day I Took Her Place as the Bride Sent to the Enemy Kingdom

Three years ago: I was married off through a side gate, with no bridal sedan and no one to see me off.

Three years later: I returned through the main gate with two hundred cavalrymen, and my father bowed to me as a subject to his sovereign.

Three years ago: My elder half-sister watched me leave from the window, smiling.

Three years later: My elder half-sister stood in a corner wearing old clothes.

Three years ago: I thought I was the one moving the pieces.

Three years later: I realized I had once been a piece myself.

I am not a chess piece. I will overturn the entire board.

This novel and its characters are purely fictional. Any resemblance is coincidental. Do not imitate.