Everyone envied me for being born into the splendor of the Prime Minister’s Mansion.
But in the Prime Minister’s Mansion, there were four daughters like me.
The beauty I took such pride in was hardly worth mentioning before my eldest sister’s effortless grace.
The schemes I had painstakingly built were no match for Fourth Sister, who could overturn the clouds and summon the rain with the slightest lift of her hand.
I watched in satisfaction as my eldest sister entered the palace as an imperial consort, only to be promised by my father, in the blink of an eye, to a boorish man who had nothing but an empty noble title.
Only then did I understand.
From the day my eldest sister entered the palace, my marriage had become nothing more than a stepping stone to support her.
The poisoned, honeyed words of the women in the inner residence, and the impatience and contempt in my husband’s eyes.
Every single day reminded me of my failure.
But I refused to admit defeat.
If blood ties could not be severed, then I would bow even lower.
As long as the bloodline of the Kong Clan remained, I could still stir this dead game back to life.
