On the Day of the Substitute Marriage, I Killed My Sister-In-Law with My Own Hands

The night I killed my sister-in-law, there were fireworks outside. My father came over with a sword. I looked up at him: "Climbing the ladder in the East Palace or avenging your beloved daughter, you choose one." After dawn, he helped me get into the sedan chair with his own hands. On the wedding night, the prince lifted his hijab. I raised my head and asked with a smile: "Your Highness, do you think how my sister-in-law died?" He looked at me and suddenly smiled. "Guchai, you did it on purpose."