An Aristocratic Young Lady Crushes the Transmigrator

My elder half-sister was a transmigrator.

I helped her become a court official, but she assigned me to a poor scholar.

"Little sister, there's a difference between legitimate and illegitimate daughters. You really thought you could take what belongs to me?"

After the poor scholar abused me to death, my sister sighed.

"It's great to have power and influence. Killing you was so easy."

When I opened my eyes again, my sister was holding my hand.

"Little sister, I'm a transmigrator. Where I'm from, everyone is equal. You don't have to bow, so get up."

I kept my head bowed.

This time, I wanted to taste the sweetness of power for myself.