[Reborn and swapping marriage partners + feel-good revenge + a heroine who never suffers in silence + face-slapping and punishing villains]
Twelve years ago, my elder half-sister was jealous that the imperial family had arranged a marriage for me. She stole my match and married into the prince's household in grand style. I was forced to switch places with her and endured hardship alongside a poor scholar.
Twelve years later, the poor scholar had risen to become one of the emperor's most trusted ministers. I, too, wore a phoenix coronet and bridal robes, and was granted a second-rank noble title by the court.
My elder sister, now reduced to begging in the streets, was jealous once again.
She plunged a knife into my chest and cursed me: “Bitch! You took everything that should have been mine! Why do you get to live better than me? You deserve to die! Go to hell!”
I drove a hairpin into her throat in return. “Elder sister, let's go to hell together! At least the road to the underworld won't be lonely!”
When we opened our eyes again, we had both been reborn on the day twelve years earlier when my elder sister stole my marriage match.
My elder sister was no longer jealous enough to steal my husband. Instead, afraid someone would beat her to it, she rushed toward the poor scholar. Then she turned to me and offered a false show of concern. “The seven concubines in Prince Duan's household are vicious. Be careful when you marry into the family, little sister.”
I looked at her and smiled.
The scholar was a spineless mama's boy, and his mother was even more shrewish. This dung-beetle of a man was yours to begin with. Take him back!
My elder sister didn't know that in Prince Duan's household, only the person who survives to the end is worthy of learning its secrets.
This time, you'll jump into the fire pit and I'll enjoy the riches. Let's see who gets the last laugh…
