In my previous life, Zhao Qize doted on his concubine and neglected his wife, while I poured my heart and soul into plotting against her. But just as I was about to bring down the concubine, Lin Wan’er, I was implicated in my husband’s rebellion. My entire family was executed, and I died horribly in the street.
Reborn, I looked at the arrogant, overbearing Lin Wan’er before me. I abandoned my usual gentle, compliant demeanor and slapped her across the face.
As my husband and Lin Wan’er stared at me in disbelief, I rubbed my sore palm and thought nonchalantly: Our whole family is going to be wiped out anyway. Whoever wants this death-trap of a wife’s position can have it. I’m not sticking around.
