My legitimate elder sister said she had my best interests at heart.
She took the position as the princess's study companion, then told me the princess was choosing someone to marry off in her place.
She couldn't bear to see me sent far away to marry a barbarian, she said, and was willing to suffer in my stead.
She set fire to the ancestral hall, then told our parents I had done it out of spite.
From then on, our parents treated me coldly.
To marry the crown prince, she even drugged him, only to be caught in bed with him.
But she cried and said I had drugged him, claiming she was the victim.
To protect my sister, our parents actually joined her in pinning the crime of drugging the crown prince on me.
The crown prince ordered me beaten to death.
But with the princess's protection, my sister married the crown prince and enjoyed a life of wealth and privilege.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my sister drugged the crown prince.
