Summary
I was born timid and painfully unsure of myself.
When my elder sister discussed poetry with noble young ladies, I never dared speak.
When the Marchioness praised my quiet grace, I stammered my thanks.
Yet at the banquet where the Crown Prince was to choose his bride, he insisted on placing the jade ruyi scepter in my hands.
The Empress sighed: “The eldest Miss Shen is poised and gracious; she is clearly a better match for you.”
“But very well. Since you have chosen her, so be it.”
In my previous life, those few words led me to believe Pei Yu had feelings for my elder sister.
Consumed by unease, I tested him again and again.
Pei Yu grew weary of my suspicion and fragile nerves.
The moment he ascended the throne, he spitefully made my sister his Empress and sneered, “I have granted your wish. Now you need not torment yourself with doubt every waking hour.”
“With your petty, cringing nature, you were never fit to be Mother of the Realm.”
When I was reborn at the bride-selection banquet, I gently pushed the jade scepter back.
“Thank you for the honor, Your Highness.”
“But I… am already promised to someone else.”