Summary
In my previous life, my fiancé fell for my younger half sister.
He drugged me and pushed me into a scholar’s room.
Left with no choice, I married the scholar.
Later, he excelled in the imperial examinations, only to be posted to the provinces, never to return to the capital.
I thought I had ruined his prospects. I cared for his ailing mother, managed his household, and obeyed his every wish.
Then, on his deathbed, he told me:
“I agreed to it that day. Qingqing loved the heir, and I wanted her to be happy. I spent my whole career away from the capital because I was afraid you would trouble her…”
His eyes shone with the satisfaction of having sacrificed for the woman he loved.
I upended the bowl of medicine in my hand onto his face.
So you were devoted. So you were her lapdog. Did that mean I deserved to be sacrificed?
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at that birthday banquet.
I switched the wine my sister handed me and shoved my fiancé into the scholar’s room instead.
Inside, I heard him shout, “Stay away from me!”
Satisfied, I shut the door.











