In my previous life, when my older sister and I went to buy husbands, I chose the regent, who had been badly injured and had ended up there by chance. To repay me, he took me into his manor and made me his secondary consort. Within a month of entering the manor, I became pregnant and gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl. The regent was overjoyed and immediately made me his principal consort, showering me with honor and respect. The brute my sister had paid a fortune for, meanwhile, was addicted to drinking, gambling, and visiting brothels, and would beat her whenever he got blackout drunk. Unable to bear the humiliation, she grew mentally unstable. Seeing how well my life was going, she became consumed by jealousy and ran me through with a sword in the street. Reborn, I returned to the day we bought refugees in the village. When I saw my sister scrambling to be the one to buy the regent, I smiled. She had only seen the glamorous side of my life. She had no idea what I had endured to successfully give birth to twins. This time, it was her turn.
