My younger sister was aloof and proud.
After our parents passed away, I threw respectability to the wind and wrested our family estate back from our uncles, raising my sister into a proper young lady.
Her good name spread throughout the capital.
I was always proud of her, and devoted myself to finding her a good husband.
When she took a fancy to the top scholar, I offered up most of my fortune to secure her the title of his principal wife.
In return, she tricked me out of everything I owned, then left me to be torn apart by hyenas.
As I lay dying, I clutched her skirt and demanded,
“I raised you with my own hands. Why would you do this to me?”
My sister kicked me away in disgust.
“Do you have any idea how much you drag me down? I’m going to become a titled lady. How could I have an undignified older sister like you?”
I breathed my last. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of our parents’ funeral.
