Revenge: Exchanging Lives With My Sister

My sister and I were both altered by our family using a special herbal mixture.

My sister was transformed into an enchantress, unable to survive without the touch of a man.

I, on the other hand, became someone who could conceive just by being touched by a man.

After the transformation, I was sent to the royal palace to compete for attention, but I never won the emperor's affection. Eventually, I died tragically during pregnancy amidst palace intrigues.

My sister was sent to a brothel run by the family to exploit women, where, unable to bear the humiliation, she chose to end her life.

When we opened our eyes again, we found ourselves back on the day we were forced to undergo the transformation.

Remembering our tragic fates, I gripped my sister's hand tightly.

"Sister, how about we switch our fates?"

My sister, always known for her keen mind and exceptional talents, hesitated for a moment.

"But becoming an enchantress means having to frequently engage with men. How degrading!"

I sneered, "What does it matter? I don't care about such nonsense as chastity!"

In this life, I vowed to make everyone who wronged us pay dearly.

...

After a deliberate fall orchestrated by the harem consorts, I died in childbirth.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back in the Marquis of Xuanping's residence.

And there she was, my sister, who had long since ended her life in a brothel, standing right before me.

Seeing each other, shock flashed in both our eyes.

"Sister, you were given a second chance at life too?"

She nodded gently, a trace of sorrow crossing her face.

I clenched my fists tightly, my teeth grinding in anger.

Recalling our past lives' miserable end, I stepped forward to grasp her hand firmly.

"Sister, how about we switch our fates?"

In our previous lives, my straightforward nature and lack of cunning led to my quick downfall in the palace, losing the emperor's favor and being banished to the cold palace.

If not for my easy conception after the first night with the emperor, I might have languished there until death.

Ultimately, it was because of Danny in my womb that I met my tragic end.

My sister, however, with her sharp mind and exceptional talents, would surely survive the treacherous harem.

Hearing my proposal, she hesitated.

"But becoming an enchantress means constant contact with men, or risk death, which is too humiliating."

I shook my head immediately, sneering, "What does it matter? I have no regard for such nonsense as chastity.

Besides, rest assured, sister, I have a method to harness spiritual energy for strength that I collected in the palace. I won't suffer."

Originally, I intended to send this technique to my sister.

It would empower her, giving her the strength to protect herself.

But before I could send it out of the palace, I received the news of her suicide in the brothel.

This time, I would not let myself be a powerless victim.

Hearing about the secret technique, my sister finally nodded in agreement.

"Alright, let's switch."

Soon, the old nanny by our mother's side came out to summon us inside.

"Ladies, please come in for the herbal bath ritual."

Exchanging a glance with my sister, we nodded and walked inside.

Once in, we saw, just like in the past, two large wooden tubs filled with brown medicinal water.

It was said that before the path to immortality was severed, our ancestor from the Jiang family was a disciple of an ancient sect known for mystical practices.

Before leaving, he left behind two secret recipes to alter women's constitutions.

However, as spiritual energy dwindled, the herbs required for these recipes became increasingly rare.

Only on the eve of our coming of age did the family manage, with great difficulty, to gather enough ingredients.

Watching the steam rise from the water, my sister and I discreetly chose our tubs.

We then extended our arms, allowing the maids to remove our garments, and under the nanny's supervision, we each entered our respective tubs.