Chapter 3

The Dragon clan truly lived up to its reputation as a prestigious noble family. Even the wedding of a secondary wife was held with such grandeur.

Numerous exotic creatures attended the ceremony, and countless treasures were gifted, offering immense respect and honor.

My sister, dressed in a vibrant red wedding gown, blushed as she held Song Ziyu's hand and entered under the expectant gazes of the crowd.

She had finally attained the position she had long dreamed of, and the happiness on her face was unmistakable.

When she saw me, she even tilted her head in a provocative manner and mouthed two words: "Useless waste."

Yes, I was the useless one.

Yet, she was about to step into a nightmare, and it was hard to tell who was more pitiable.

But her smile didn't last long. Song Ziyu handed her a cup of wine, saying, "Drink it, and you'll be my rightful secondary wife."

In a hurry, my sister took the cup, prepared to drink it all at once, when the pungent smell hit her.

Shocked, she instinctively threw the cup aside.

"Why is this snake-repelling wine?"

Snake-repelling wine is the bane of my snake clan. Even monsters who've trained for millennia can't withstand the power of a single cup of snake-repelling wine.

Though a sip wouldn't kill, it would leave one bedridden for months, a fate worse than death.

In my past life, I encountered the same situation, but I never considered refusing.

I understood that my life was insignificant compared to the reputation and honor of the Dragon clan. Refusing Song Ziyu in front of everyone would have made my life unbearable thereafter.

I forced myself to drink it, and my head was in a daze throughout the wedding.

He didn't care about my feelings at all; to him, I was merely a lowly plaything.

Who would care about a toy's feelings?

But my sister clearly didn't grasp the situation. She pouted and threw herself into Song Ziyu's arms, whining, "I don't want to drink this!"

She failed to notice Song Ziyu's face darkening. Despite the many guests present, he kept his patience and coaxed her, "Be good.

This is a tradition of the Dragon clan. You can't throw a tantrum in front of so many people."

Logically, with the esteemed Dragon Prince saying this, my sister should have stopped while she was ahead.

Yet, she seemed unaware of the approaching danger and continued to refuse, "I don't like this silly tradition! Our snake clan despises snake-repelling wine. I never want to see it again!"

Her words completely infuriated the Dragon clan present.

They revered snake-repelling wine as a symbol of good fortune. By saying this, my sister was essentially insulting their traditions.

As expected, several members of the Dragon clan began privately complaining about the secondary wife's lack of manners, even criticizing Song Ziyu for his foolishness.

The murmurs reached Song Ziyu's ears, and his patience wore thin.

His voice carried an unmistakable anger, "I told you to drink it. Do you want to die?"

My sister was dumbfounded, never expecting him to treat her this way.

In a panic, she picked up the cup of snake-repelling wine and drank it all.

But it was too late; the mood of the guests had already been soured.

After the ceremony, Song Ziyu stormed off without even sparing her another glance.

My sister stood there, bewildered. Just yesterday, they were so affectionate. How could things turn sour over a cup of snake-repelling wine?

I let out a cold laugh. She was too naive.

Nothing was more important than the reputation and honor of the Dragon clan. A secondary wife was merely valued for her role in family lineage.

She really thought she had become a phoenix.

This was just the beginning; her real struggles were yet to come.