My Elder Sister and I have been bitter rivals since we were children.
At three, we fought over our mother’s attention; at five, we fought over the little boy across the street.
When we were six, people from the Marquis Manor came to claim her, saying my Elder Sister was their long-lost legitimate daughter who had been taken away as an infant.
I was so furious I didn’t sleep a wink that night. Later, my father-who had been away fighting at war for fifteen years-returned with a promotion and a fortune to take me away as well.
Once I arrived at the General’s Manor, the first thing I did was rush over to the Marquis Manor.
I stood there shouting for Gu Ruan to come out and face her doom, when suddenly, a small head poked out from the entrance.
She had my Elder Sister’s face. She toddled toward me, swaying unsteadily on her feet. “Mother is dead. Auntie, hold me~”
