My Half-Sister Stole My Husband, So I Left Her with Nothing

“Give your marriage to Huashang. The young master of the Chen family has agreed to take you as his secondary wife. It’s not as though you’ll be treated unfairly.”

After my birth mother, Madam Lu, was bled dry of her dowry and abused to death, the Marquis’s household finally dropped all pretense.

My betrothed, Chen Jingran, to whom I had been promised since childhood, coveted my maternal family’s immense wealth while clasping my legitimate elder sister Xie Huashang’s hand. He sighed, “Yunzhao, in the end… your birth is a little too low.”

I lowered my head and agreed, swallowing my tears of blood. Amid the laughter of the assembled crowd, I tore up the marriage contract with my own hands.

They thought they had my whole life in their grasp: a concubine-born daughter of a merchant, destined to be a stepping stone for their climb to power and a blood bag to sustain the Marquis’s household.

They didn’t know that in the instant I lowered my eyes, I had already put a price on the entire household.

The two hundred thousand taels of dowry they stole from me, I would make the Marquis’s household repay a hundredfold.

The legitimate daughter they cherished, I would send tumbling from the clouds into the mud.

The power and riches they relied on, I would grind to dust, inch by inch.

Later, the Marquis’s household fell. My elder sister knelt in the snow, raving and begging me for a bowl of rice.

Chen Jingran, who once treated me like something to be discarded, crawled before my carriage, weeping bitterly.

Behind me, the poor-born chief minister, whose power reached across the court, gently draped a cloak over my shoulders. His gaze swept over the ants on the ground.

“Madam, shall I help you clear away this filth?”