Chapter 1: Revenge of the Past Life

Father, mother... How are you now? The prince has been determined to seize the throne, planning for many years. Because of her, her family wholeheartedly supported the prince's plan, but in the end, it all came to naught. Her family, I'm afraid, is in a precarious situation.

It seems that the furious emperor has confined the prince's family to the mansion, and they are soon to be executed and their property confiscated. Is it fortunate that I am running out of time at this moment?

"Sister, have something to eat!"

The crisp voice of my younger sister reached my ears, making me muster up my spirits. No matter what, my only younger sister should be protected. If it weren't for her, my younger sister wouldn't have had to marry into the mansion, become a concubine, and be trapped in an uncertain future.

"Sister, how are things on our parents' side?" I tried to sit up, but my sister firmly pushed me back. "Sister, calm down. The situation is not bad."

Not bad? I breathed a sigh of relief. At least they should be alive, despite being demoted and punished.

I completely believed my sister's words, but I didn't notice the cold sarcasm on her face.

"The whole family will be executed, except for you and me!" My sister changed the subject, smiling, "But, sister, you won't live much longer, so the Bian family will only have me in the future."

What is she saying? I never thought such malicious words would come from my sister's mouth.

Is she too ill? Is she having hallucinations?

My sister gently stirred the hot porridge with a spoon. "I made it clear. Tomorrow, the entire Bian family will be executed. You're lucky to have a family reunion, but I have to endure until the day I become the queen to be free."

Become the queen?

"Yayun, if what you're saying is true, can you escape?" I looked at her in disbelief. "If something really happens to the Bian family, do you think you can survive?"

"Of course, Bian Yayun has long been dead." Bian Yayun nonchalantly held the bowl, walked to the bedside, enduring the stench emanating from Bian Yalan, and sweetly smiled, "Not only did the prince arrange a substitute long ago, but also because I am not Bian Yayun. She died long ago, and I am just using her body to live."

Nonsense, what is she talking about?

I stared at her as she approached.

"Good sister, without you, I wouldn't be where I am today. To show my gratitude, I'll send you on your way today." Bian Yayun threw the spoon aside and said with a smile.

This porridge, which my sister often made for me, could it be poisoned?

"Is it you who harmed me?" I still couldn't believe it, clinging to a glimmer of hope, hoping that my sister would be as caring and warm as before. But Bian Yayun was impatient, grabbing Bian Yalan's hair and forcing her to open her mouth. "This is the porridge you love to drink. Drink up today!"

As long as there is a glimmer of hope, no one wants to lose their life.

I desperately shook my head, trying to avoid the bowl of porridge, but the pain in my scalp forced me to open my mouth, and the thick porridge was poured in.

The bowl quickly emptied, and a lot of porridge spilled from Bian Yalan's mouth, flowing down her face and staining her clothes, making her feel nauseous.

Bian Yayun disdainfully pushed the bowl away and threw Bian Yalan to the side.

It's over. Bian Yalan will soon die, and in a couple of days, the prince will be able to take advantage of the situation and seize the throne.

Bian Yayun stood up with a sneer, looking at the foolish woman, who always listened to her and followed her, but died at her hands.

"How is it?" Prince Gong, Song Shiwei, pinched his nose and walked in. "Is she dead or not?"

If it weren't for Bian Yayun's slow actions, he wouldn't want to set foot in this place again.

The strong smell of medicine mixed with the smell of vomit was unbearable.

"It's done. You can rest assured, my lord. If it weren't for the Bian family supporting her, I wouldn't have to worry about her dying too soon." Bian Yayun hugged Song Shiwei and promised, "Once she's dead, take her to the Ministry of Justice. You will have the moral high ground, and we can buy more time to make plans."

"Well done." Song Shiwei praised, not bothering to look at Bian Yalan, and promised casually, "The position will be yours."

Song Shiwei's promise may not be sincere. If it really happened, all the beautiful women in the world would be his. Why would he favor a woman who is ruthless enough to harm her own family? It would be asking for trouble.

But Bian Yayun was overjoyed, as if the position was beckoning to her.

Every word they said felt like a knife cutting into my heart, causing excruciating pain.

I felt the pain surging through my body, almost crushing me. Dark blood poured from my mouth, mixed with the porridge, smearing my face. My clenched fists slowly loosened.

Only those eyes, straining to stay open, refusing to close.

If I were given another chance, I would never trust them again, and I would never let go of this despicable pair...

of scoundrels.