In my previous life, I took my concubine into my house and took good care of her, but she had a secret affair with her husband.
A glass of poisonous wine ended my life. Before she died, she said: "Sister, your position as the principal wife should have been given to me long ago."
When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the day before I took her into the house.
In this life, I just smiled and spread the acacia in her and her husband's wine, watching them act ugly in front of the guests.
It turns out that the best way to get revenge is to let them kill each other.
