My younger sister was proud and aloof. After our parents died, I threw dignity aside and wrested our family estate back from our uncles, raising my sister into a proper young lady. Her good name spread throughout the capital. I was always proud of her and constantly dreamed of finding her a good husband. When she took a liking to the top scholar, I gave away most of my fortune to secure her the title of his principal wife. In return, she cheated me out of everything I owned and left me to be torn apart by hyenas. As I lay dying, I clutched her skirt and demanded, “I raised you myself. Why would you do this to me?” My sister kicked me away in disgust. “Do you know how much trouble you caused me? I'm going to become a titled lady. How could I have an undignified older sister like you?” I breathed my last, then opened my eyes to find myself back on the day of our parents' funeral.
