A Good Match for My Sister

When Shen Yingyue was seventeen years old, she was poisoned to death by her eldest sister with a glass of soothing soup in her concubine's courtyard. Reborn on August 16th, it was the seventh day that my sister had just been engaged to the Crown Princess of the East Palace. She didn't cry or fuss. The first thing - retrieve my mother's old belongings, a white porcelain bowl with a missing corner, from under the bricks. The second thing is to respectfully present half of the jade mandarin ducks left by my mother to my eldest sister: "You should collect all the pairs your father gave you." The third thing is to tell my sister that there is a "good thing" hidden in the secret room of her father's study. She laid nothing, and did no harm. She just returned the things her sister-in-law gave her in her previous life - one piece at a time, exactly as they were. Four months later, my sister-in-law was carried back to the Shen family with a limp leg. And the day when Yingyue put on her wedding dress and went out—the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month.