My younger sister and I were betrothed at the same time. I married the Second Prince, while she married the Crown Prince.
Who knew the Crown Prince would die of illness not long after the wedding, and the Second Prince would ultimately ascend the throne?
I had children all around me, while she was left widowed and alone.
My sister couldn't accept it, so she joined forces with the Second Prince and had me killed.
When we opened our eyes again, we had both returned to the day our betrothals were arranged.
This time, when the Second Prince said he wanted to marry my sister, she eagerly agreed at once.
Then she foisted the Crown Prince, who was soon to die, onto me.
My foolish sister doesn't know that my mother is a pomegranate spirit, and I inherited half her bloodline.
Whoever I marry will have more children, more blessings.
