My Sister Is Cool as a Chrysanthemum, So I Make Her Kneel and Fight for Steamed Buns

In her previous life, Jiang Zijun fought for food, took the lashes, and begged for survival on behalf of her legitimate elder sister, protecting her through every hardship until she rose to power.

But at the execution ground, her sister Jiang Minjun said only, "Her temper is too fierce. Keeping her around would tarnish my reputation."

Jiang Zijun's head fell. When she opened her eyes again, she was back on the first day in the enemy kingdom's prison.

Before her was the same moldy steamed bun.

In her previous life, she had rushed to grab it for her sister and taken three lashes herself.

This time, she picked it up unhurriedly and ate every bite in front of her sister.

Her sister's eyes reddened. "Zijun, how can you be so selfish?"

Jiang Zijun smiled. "Didn't you say you never fought or competed for anything? Then go hungry."

From then on, no one would charge into danger for Jiang Minjun when she pretended to be frail, and no one would clean up her messes when she acted above it all.

The harder Jiang Minjun tried to maintain her dignity, the more she was forced to struggle and snatch things in disgrace.

Meanwhile, armed with memories of her past life, Jiang Zijun used the prison camp's rules, influential figures in the enemy kingdom, and evidence of old injuries to reclaim her fate step by step.

This time, she would be neither sword nor shield.

She would make that white lotus who was "as unassuming as a chrysanthemum" rot to ash with her own hands.