The two jade pendants on the tray would decide which of us, my legitimate younger sister or me, would marry into the marquis’s household and which would marry a scholar.
In my previous life, my parents persuaded my younger sister to marry the scholar, while I married into the marquis’s household and became the marquis’s second wife.
I lived in luxury, while my sister lived in poverty. She hated me to the core, and after the banquet celebrating my appointment as a titled lady, she poisoned me with a cup of wine.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day we had to choose our marriages.
My younger sister clung to the jade pendant for the marquis’s household, crying, making a scene, and threatening to hang herself unless she got to marry into it.
She looked at me with a sneer. “Sister, it’s my turn to claim all that wealth and splendor.”
I smiled.
That cursed second wife of the marquis? Whoever wants the job can have it. I’ve long dreamed of living quietly, picking chrysanthemums by the eastern hedge...
