My sister and I are twins.
In order to better check and balance the courtiers in my previous life, my father betrothed my sister and me to officials in the court.
My sister married a general who protected the country who liked domestic violence. She was treated roughly by the general every day. A year later, she died on the day of childbirth.
And I married the prime minister who was devoted to me. He kept the pregnant black-hearted little white flower outside. After knowing that the child was born for two months, he took her back to the palace and became his wife. In the third year of our marriage, I was killed by the conspiracy of the two people.
Open your eyes again and go back to the day you chose your husband.
My sister and I swapped lives.
She is the chosen little green tea, and I am a hands-on maniac.
