The True Heiress Never Forgives a Grudge, and the Regent Hands Her the Knife

When I was three, my older brother went to buy a lantern for our cousin and got me abducted by human traffickers. By the time I returned to the capital, my cousin had taken my place as the beloved adopted daughter of the marquis's household. I earned credit for treating the empress dowager and was made a junzhu. My cousin was so jealous she could barely eat. My father went straight to the emperor and accused me of stealing credit, getting both my hands and feet broken. I had been betrothed to the regent since childhood, but my cousin wanted to steal my marriage, too. My mother thought I was an embarrassment and let my cousin force poison down my throat while I lay sick in bed. They dumped me in a mass grave, wrapped in a ragged straw mat. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I was made a junzhu.