Mistakenly Married, Lavishly Loved: The King of the Western Regions Dotes on Me

My half-sister and I were to be married on the same day.

She was supposed to marry off to the barbarians with her ill-fated marriage lot, while I was destined to enter the Eastern Palace with the phoenix lot.

But on the eve of the wedding, my stepmother schemed to switch our marriages.

In my previous life, I barged into the wedding hall, eager to expose the truth. My sister tried to smash her head against a pillar to prove her innocence, and although the Crown Prince stopped her in time, she still suffered a miscarriage scare.

The Crown Prince flew into a rage. He accused me of faking heaven’s decree and plotting against the imperial heir, shaved my head, disfigured me, and stuffed me into the bridal sedan bound for a political marriage, turning me into a laughingstock across the capital.

My half-sister took my fate and became Crown Princess. She gave birth to auspicious twins, a boy and a girl, and became a virtuous empress praised by all. Meanwhile, I died a miserable death on the road to my wedding.

When I awoke again, drums and music blared outside the window, and the marriage envoy was already waiting outside. “By order of the khagan, we have come to marry a noblewoman of Great Liang!”