The first wife said that a concubine’s daughter ought to become a concubine herself.
She used my mother’s life to force my obedience.
A little sedan carried me into the prince’s household, where I was to help my elder sister secure his favor.
I schemed and plotted, watching every step, until my hands were steeped in blood.
My sister, meanwhile, remained pure and unsullied, radiant as the moon.
In that life, I harmed far too many people.
And others harmed me in return.
On the day I died, Mother told me she was not my birth mother.
The first wife had poisoned my real mother the very day she gave birth to me.
The woman who raised me was merely a pawn the first wife used to keep me in her power.
Given a second life, I turned my schemes upon my sister instead.
Have you ever seen the moon fall into the mud?
It must be a lovely sight.
