After Giving Birth to Golden Fire Phoenix Chicks, I Went on a Rampage

In my previous life, my husband despised me for giving birth to a mixed-feather phoenix, so he strangled our child to death.

Then he plucked every one of my phoenix feathers and threw me into a pot of boiling oil.

With the last bit of magic I had left before I died, I dragged him into the pot with me.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my husband chose his consort.

This time, he chose my elder sister without hesitation, and his eyes were full of loathing when he looked at me.

I knew he had been reborn too.

In my previous life, my elder sister was a lowborn five-colored phoenix.

I was a seven-tailed phoenix, second only to the nine-tailed phoenix, so my husband chose me without hesitation.

Later, my elder sister married a seven-tailed phoenix and gave birth to a nine-tailed phoenix. Everyone envied her.

This time, he thought choosing my elder sister would let him father a nine-tailed phoenix.

Little did he know, like father, like son. His true form was just a mixed-feather chicken. How could he possibly father a nine-tailed phoenix?