Both my younger half-sister and I were bound to a Palace Struggle Points Shop.
She used hers to exchange for peerless beauty, a captivating singing voice, and extraordinary dancing skills.
I, on the other hand, exchanged mine for the loyalty of generals, the allegiance of virtuous scholars, and the submission of merchant guilds.
Later, my sister became the Noble Consort, enjoying unrivaled favor. She came to my palace to flaunt her power, saying, “Sister, your palace is truly desolate. I’m afraid His Majesty the Emperor has already forgotten you ever existed.”
I offered a faint smile. “The less His Majesty the Emperor remembers me, the better.”
That way, my intention to replace him would not be exposed too soon.