Chapter 2

The Dragon King's wedding was a matter of far greater importance than our own search for a husband.

My sister and I were taken to the Dragon Palace, where we were not allowed to step outside.

We were to focus solely on preparing everything for my sister's pre-wedding needs.

As I gently touched the foreboding pearl sent by Song Ziyu, I felt nothing but indifference.

Though beautiful, it seemed to me a harbinger of doom.

In my past life, I had claimed that my life would be a hundred times more splendid than my sister's, with every word and action of mine eagerly imitated by women across many lands.

But only I knew the suffering I endured to give birth to the child I carried.

Before I could reach for the items on the table, my sister's maid rushed over to me in haste: "Miss, our lady requests your presence."

Me?

At this moment, shouldn't my sister be busy preparing her wedding dress?

Why would she think of her inconsequential younger sister?

Despite my doubts, I knew I couldn't resist her request, given her status as the Princess Consort.

As I arrived at her room, I saw Song Ziyu leave with a satisfied expression, his clothes slightly undone.

I quickly lowered my gaze; he didn't spare me a glance.

His scent was all too familiar-the distinctive scent of a dragon's passion.

I knew my sister had consummated their relationship.

For women of the serpent clan, once they reach adulthood, they often lose control, irresistibly drawn to men upon contact.

Yet, this was also their fatal flaw.

My sister lay on the bed with a smile, barely covered by a thin blanket, unable to conceal her perfect figure.

As I entered, her expression turned sour.

She lazily pointed a finger at the embroidery on the table, "Did you stitch this? Well done."

I dared not move. From a young age, she had frequently scolded and beaten me; how could she suddenly be so kind as to praise me?

Moreover, remembering how she betrayed me in our past lives, my heart couldn't help but race.

Seeing my hesitation, she abruptly sat up from the bed, grabbed a ceremonial jade scepter nearby, and hurled it at my head.

Blood blurred my vision, but I swallowed my anger and knelt on the ground.

She seemed pleased with my response and spoke lazily, "I want you to understand how I carefully plotted to climb to this exalted position. You'd better not have any rebellious thoughts or linger around the Crown Prince, or else... "

I met her gaze and replied, "I wouldn't dare defy the Princess Consort."

She was momentarily taken aback by the emotion in my eyes, then stepped forward to yank my hair, "Mengsi, do you think I don't know you've also been reincarnated?"

At the mention of reincarnation, a dark shadow crossed my eyes.

She snorted coldly, throwing the embroidery in my face, "Growing up in the snake clan, how could you have stitched the pattern reserved for the Dragon Queen? You dare deceive me!"

I sighed softly, holding my forehead as I rose from the ground, "Sister, I've never wished to compete with you, nor do I intend to appear before the Crown Prince."

Yet she scoffed dismissively, her fingers brushing against my face, "Do you think I would lose to a plain woman like you? Even if you wanted to compete, you wouldn't stand a chance."

I fell silent.

Some things aren't worth fighting for because I want to live longer.

Only fools cling to worthless things.