I was never born to be harmless.
At three, I stabbed the young master next door in the eye with a hairpin, simply because he had peeped at my mother while she was bathing.
At five, I set fire to a theater, merely because I saw the troupe buying and selling children.
At ten, I secretly brought people with me and crippled the censor’s grandson.
Who told him to harass my elder sister in the street?
There were countless incidents like these… Later, I married a good man.
Everyone in his family was kind and decent, and I nearly died of boredom in the inner household.
When I was reborn on the day the Emperor granted marriages to my elder sister and me, I decisively swapped marriages with her.
In my previous life, less than two years after my sister married into the Duke’s Mansion, she passed away like a withered flower.
My sister had been reborn too.
With tears in her eyes, she said, “Second Sister, the Duke’s Mansion is a death trap! You can’t marry into it!” I was thrilled. “But… Sister, I was born a bad seed.”
