After the Ministry of Rites was confiscated, my elder half-sister and I were sold to a brothel.
I sold my body for food, while she ate and called me shameless.
When a wealthy merchant took an interest in us, we were presented to the heir of a marquis.
I went to great lengths to plan a future for her, but she turned around and told the heir I was too scheming.
Later, someone framed me for poisoning. I begged my sister to save me.
By then, she had been made a concubine. To distance herself from me, she had me beaten to death on the spot.
They beat my spine in while I was still alive, and I died full of hatred.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment I had first been sold to the brothel...
