In my previous life, my legitimate elder sister and I came across a poor scholar being pursued by his enemies.
My sister thought he was filthy and stinking, and drove him away with her whip.
I stopped her and helped the scholar escape.
Who could have known that the poor scholar would later pass the imperial exams, become the Seventh Prince's advisor, and enjoy a limitless future?
He married me, and we lived in loving harmony, treating each other with respect.
Reborn in this life, my elder sister got there first, using her own body to shield Song Yuhuai from a blade.
“Don’t waste your effort. He’ll never love you.”
“Even if he marries you, he’ll abandon you, his poor first wife, once he’s made a name for himself.”
At the medical clinic, my elder sister rolled her eyes and sneered. “This time, it’s finally my turn to enjoy the good life. You’re just a servant’s daughter. What makes you think you can compete with me? Go die.”
I didn’t argue with her. Instead, I smiled and yielded graciously.
We’ve both been reborn once. Shouldn’t we know by now whether men can be relied on?
