A Merchant’s Daughter Is No Concubine

In my previous life, my elder sister and I both married into the Marquis's household. She became the second master's wife, while I became the heir's concubine. I was reborn on the day our betrothals were arranged, only for my sister to sweet-talk everyone into letting her become a concubine instead. She had seen how, in my previous life, the heir doted on me, my mother-in-law favored me, and I became the lady of the household. Meanwhile, the second master had favored his concubine over his wife and locked my sister in a woodshed, where she wasted away and died. She looked down on me and gleefully expected me to meet the same fate she had in her previous life. But I became the youngest marchioness in history. Even as she lay dying, she kept cursing me, demanding, “Why do you deserve this?” “Because I never trusted men, you fool.”