He Spoils His Concubine and Steals Her Dowry? Reborn, I Marry a Powerful Official Instead

[Reborn into a noble household + sisters swapping marriages + a native woman versus a transmigrated woman + punishing scumbags] Xie Zhaozhao, the eldest legitimate daughter of a distinguished family, was gentle and graceful, with a beauty like the rosy dawn. She was known as the Guanyin-faced beauty. To repay a debt of gratitude, she married Gu Chengyan, heir to the Marquis of Pingyang. On their wedding night, the heir dropped to his knees with red-rimmed eyes and said, “I was injured when I was young… If you regret this, you can divorce me!” Three years later, the man brought home a son and daughter from outside and clasped her hand with deep affection. “From now on, they’ll be your own children. I will never take a concubine.” Later, the man was made Duke of Yi, second only to the emperor and above all others. He brought his mistress into the residence in a grand eight-person sedan chair and secured her a first-rank noblewoman’s title. The mistress held herself above everyone, pinched Xie Zhaozhao’s chin, and sneered. “So what if you’re the most esteemed young lady in all of Great Qian? If you’re not loved, you’re just the other woman!” The adopted son she had carefully raised for ten years looked at her coldly. “She’s my mother. You’re just a thief who took the place of my birth mother’s rightful wife.” Xie Zhaozhao spat out a mouthful of blood. Since you love each other so deeply, why marry me and humiliate me? Since you’re so proud and noble, why use up all my dowry? …When she opened her eyes again, Xie Zhaozhao was reborn on the day her marriage negotiations were to begin. The heir, Gu: “I have set my heart on the eldest young lady.” The living Buddha said, “This marriage must not happen. It’s terribly inauspicious!” The mistress, who had come from a thousand years in the future, suddenly discovered that the classical poems from a thousand years ago she had relied on to win favor had already been published in poetry collections. Someone had already built the business empire she dreamed of. She tried to count on her son, only to find that she couldn’t even get a renowned scholar to tutor him. Her former husband: “Auntie, please leave me some way to live!” Gu Shaoyu: “Get lost. Don’t bother my Zhaozhao!” The Outcast