My younger sister and I were both poisoned by a love potion. The Crown Prince, who was betrothed to me, carried my sister into a room.
He looked at me apologetically.
"Rou'er is delicate and frail. She can't compare to you, who's spent years campaigning and has a strong constitution. She won't be able to endure it."
After he left, the poison took hold, and my sister's stable hand violated me.
When we returned to the capital, my sister was made Crown Princess.
Because I had lost my virginity before marriage, I became the Crown Prince's concubine.
I devoted myself to clearing every obstacle in his path and helping him ascend the throne.
But he ordered someone to force poison down my throat:
"Every time I remember that filthy stable hand kissing you with his yellow teeth, I feel sick. You've disgusted me for so many years. You should have died long ago! I have a kind heart, so I feared you'd be lonely on the road. I've already ordered the Imperial Guards to send your grandfather and his family on their way."
I died bleeding from every orifice, and my grandfather's entire family was slaughtered.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my sister and I were poisoned by the love potion.
