In her previous life, she doted on her half-sister and watched every word and deed for the sake of her husband’s family. In the end, they made her into a human pig and shut her in a jar. Her fall into the water, her husband’s loss of affection, and her miscarriage were all her dear younger sister’s doing, with the chancellor’s family behind her and her beloved husband egging them on. Everything she had done was just paving the way for someone else.
The people who truly loved her, meanwhile, spent their entire fortunes for her and died after being framed. Another smashed his head against a coffin for her, driven mad.
Given a second life, she swore to make them all die horribly.
She would make them pay for what they had done to her in her previous life!
In this book, the aunt didn't say that she was raised as a stepmother, but she was still an aunt, but she was so unreasonable to her legitimate daughter. There were no rules, and she was still in a high-ranking official's family. Since it was ancient times, there was still a little logic. The heroine didn't have much courage. An aunt can run out every day to cause trouble. An aunt is not allowed to go out casually. She also directly calls herself my wife. It is natural if she is straightened up. But there is no such thing in this book. Everyone calls her aunt, which is completely random. It's so rubbish, I can't even connect to some of the things I wrote. I originally wanted to read it because of the lack of emotion, but there are some parts that I can't even connect to. The previous article was still talking about this, and the next one jumps directly to other things, and I can't connect to it at all.