Chapter 3

The Dragon Clan, renowned for their illustrious status, spared no expense even for the wedding of a secondary wife.

Not only did many exotic creatures attend the ceremony, but an abundance of treasures was also gifted, giving the event a remarkable sense of prestige.

My sister, adorned in a vibrant red wedding gown, appeared while holding Corynn's hand, her face flushed with joy as she basked in the crowd's anticipation.

She had finally attained her long-desired position, and the happiness on her face was unmistakable.

Even when she saw me, she tilted her head in a provocative manner and mouthed two words silently at me: "Worthless."

Yes, I am worthless.

But as she steps closer to her own downfall, I wonder who is truly more pitiful.

Yet, her smile didn't last long, as Corynn handed her a glass of wine and said, "Drink this, and you will be the rightful concubine."

My sister quickly took the glass, ready to drink it all in one go, when the pungent smell hit her.

She turned pale with shock and instinctively threw the glass away, exclaiming, "Why is this realgar wine?"

Realgar is like poison to us, much like how kryptonite affects Superman; even a creature with millennia of cultivation cannot withstand the power of a single glass.

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

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

I knew my life was insignificant compared to the reputation of the Dragon Clan. Refusing Corynn in front of everyone would have made my future unbearable.

So, I drank it despite the dread, leaving me dizzy throughout the ceremony.

He never cared about my feelings; to him, I was nothing more than a mere plaything.

Who would care about a toy's emotions?

However, my sister was oblivious to the gravity of the situation. She pouted and nestled into Corynn's arms, whining, "I don't want to drink this!"

She failed to notice Corynn's darkening expression. Despite the many guests present, he restrained his temper and coaxed her, "Be good.

This is a Dragon Clan tradition. You can't throw a tantrum in front of all these people."

Logically, with the esteemed Dragon Prince speaking, my sister should have known to stop.

Yet, she remained unaware of the looming danger and continued to refuse, "I don't like this ridiculous tradition! Our Serpent Clan despises realgar. I never want to see it again!"

Her words thoroughly offended the Dragons.

They revered realgar wine as a symbol of good fortune, and her remarks were akin to a slap in their faces.

As expected, a few Dragons began to grumble privately about the concubine's lack of decorum, cursing Corynn's foolishness.

The murmurs reached Corynn's ears, and his patience wore thin, his voice now tinged with anger, "I told you to drink it.

Do you want to die?"

My sister was shocked, never imagining he would treat her this way.

Hastily, she picked up the realgar wine from the tray and drank it all.

But it was too late; the mood was already ruined.

After the ceremony, Corynn left in a huff, not even sparing her a glance.

My sister stood there, bewildered. Just yesterday, they were still in love, yet now they turned against each other over a bowl of realgar wine.

I let out a cold laugh; she was living in a fool's paradise.

Nothing was more important than the Dragon Clan's reputation. A concubine was merely a tool to adorn the family and bear children.

She thought she had climbed the social ladder.

Little did she know, her trials had only just begun.