My sister and I were both married into a family of snake beastmen.
My sister wanted to become the noble lady of the clan, so she chose the powerful Black Snake.
Who could have known that the Black Snake cared only about his career? He neglected and ignored her, and even planned to hand her over to someone else in exchange for career advancement and power.
Meanwhile, the frail White Snake I married was not only devoted to love, but also awakened a second talent. During the clan tournament, he killed the Black Snake, who had already become clan leader.
On the day I became the new clan leader’s wife, my sister, her eyes filled with resentment, drove a silver hairpin into my chest.
When I opened my eyes again, we had both returned to the day we were to choose our husbands.
This time, my sister chose the boundlessly promising White Snake first.
I smiled, completely unbothered.
Because neither the Black Snake nor the White Snake is any good.
