“Little sister, I don’t have long to live. Please take my place in the Eastern Palace...”
In my previous life, my legitimate elder sister knelt before me, coughing up blood and begging. I took pity on her and married in her place. I became a discarded consort who bore no children for three years, while she recovered, returned as my “sworn sister,” climbed into the emperor’s bed, and was made Imperial Noble Consort.
Only as I lay dying did I learn the truth: she had never been ill. She had gotten pregnant by a stable hand and gone to the estate to hide away while she carried his bastard! The infertility medicine I drank for three years had been brewed by her own hands!
I was reborn on the day she pressured me to take her place.
I pulled out a pair of scissors and cut off my hair in front of everyone. “Father! Since Elder Sister is gravely ill, I would be glad to become a nun and spend three years at Ciyun Temple praying for her!”
You want me to clean up your mess? Dream on!
My elder sister panicked. The bastard in her belly was already two months along. If she didn’t marry soon, she’d start to show!
I announced in front of everyone, “The miracle doctor said Elder Sister’s illness requires three years of abstinence. If she goes near a man, she’ll drop dead!”
With the whole capital watching, she had no choice but to grit her teeth and climb into the wedding sedan.
On their wedding night, the Crown Prince discovered that his bride was not a virgin.
On the road to exile, my elder sister gave birth to a baby boy who looked just like the stable hand.
As for me, I turned around and helped the Ninth Prince, who had died tragically in my previous life, to his feet, then draped the bloodstained imperial robe over his shoulders.
“Second Miss Shen, I want this realm, and I want you too.”
