In my previous life, I married Cui Li, the powerful first young master of Miaojiang, while my younger sister married Cui Yue, the second young master who had fallen from power.
In the end, the second young master’s faction was completely wiped out, and she was left fleeing for her life.
I, meanwhile, ascended to the throne as Queen of Miaojiang, the mother of the realm.
Consumed by hatred, she slit my throat and killed me.
When we opened our eyes again, we had returned to the day we were to choose our husbands anew.
This time, she threw herself into Cui Li’s arms, beaming with smug delight as she said to me:
“Elder Sister, it’s my turn to sit on the throne as Queen of Miaojiang.”
But she didn’t know that becoming queen had never depended on a man.
