I was born wicked.
At five, I put safflower in my mother's pregnancy medicine, causing my unborn younger brother to die. After that, my mother could never conceive again.
At ten, I altered my father's memorial to the throne, ruining his chances of promotion and earning him his superior's contempt.
Later, I went even further and climbed into my future brother-in-law's bed, then married the young Marquis.
The young Marquis doted on me and gave me a daughter.
Everyone said his love had changed me.
But I never changed my ways. I ran away from home and disappeared without a trace.
Everyone called me a heartless viper. My parents gave up on me completely and disowned me.
The young Marquis married my elder sister, and their union became a celebrated romance.
Everyone forgot about me.
Until three years later, a torrential rain washed out the corpse I had buried in the back courtyard of the Marquis's residence.
