Chapter 1 — In this life, the Crown Princess will no longer be my sister's turn

As soon as I was born, I remembered that in my previous life I died in the hands of my stepmother and sister.

“This baby cries so hard!”

"That's right, Mrs. Tang is blessed with a long life, having given birth to the Minister of a thousand years old!"

My throat cries until it's burning and painful. In front of the eyes are dim, shaky patches of light, and there is also an exaggerated wrinkled old face, that is the midwife giving birth. Not the underworld. Fragments of crazy, chaotic memories flooded into my head. Thang Tuyet Thuoc. The eldest daughter of the Minister's Palace. My dear wife, after giving birth I immediately let go of the human world. Later, my father remarried and took Thi Lam as his stepmother. When I was sixteen years old, I died from a bowl of poison. The murderer is the stepmother who always has a compassionate smile like the Bodhisattva, and there is also the person whom I consider my close sister, my second sister Thang Thanh Ngo. The two of them joined forces and pushed me to hell. Because I stood in front of Thang Thanh Ngo's path. The person they truly put all their heart and soul into cultivating, from start to finish, was her. They want to gradually elevate her to the position of noble Crown Princess. It's just someone taking over the title of eldest daughter, an obstacle that needs to be removed. I suddenly stopped crying. There were only hoarse, intermittent gasps left in his throat. The midwife immediately panicked.

"Ah! My little ancestor, are you crying until you're choking?"

Someone gently picked me up. The body carries the faint scent of elegant sandalwood. The only person in my previous life who truly loved me.

“This child is truly pitiful.”

The grandmother's voice carried a tired look after hard work, but was still gentle and kind.

"As expected of the eldest daughter of the Thang family, her cries are also louder than others. Just call her Tuyet Thuoc."

One year later. Suddenly there were loud cheers outside the hospital.

"Madam is born! Madam is born! She is a goddess!"

That's Thi Lam, my stepmother. One year after I was born, she also gave birth to a daughter. It was difficult for me to turn my eyes and look at the child who had just been carried out from the next room. Thang Thanh Ngo. In my previous life, she was the blade that took my life. As for this life... The debt between me and you, let's calculate it slowly. The following days passed quietly between breast milk, diapers and baby cries. I still look like a normal baby. Eat then sleep, sleep then eat. The only thing is, my eyes have never really closed. I always silently observe everything. My father, Thuong Thuong, was a strict person who valued decency and order more than anything. My stepmother, Lam Thi, has eyebrows and phoenix eyes, gentle speech, and discreet actions, making it impossible for others to find even the slightest mistake. She is also Thang Thanh Ngo's mother. Thanh Ngo is one year younger than me. She is the second daughter. However, under Lam Thi's skillful nurturing, from the master to the servants in the palace, everyone seemed to love the obedient second lady who understood things better. Like right now. Lam Thi held Thanh Ngo in her arms, gently patted him, and softly hummed a nursery rhyme. Next to me, my close mother smiled approvingly:

"Look, the second lady is really likable. When she's full, she falls asleep, and when she wakes up she smiles. From childhood to adulthood, she's never cried."

Lam Thi smiled, her eyes absentmindedly glanced at me lying in her arms nurse.

"Tuyet Thuoc has a hot temper and cries so loud, I don't know who it is."

At that time, I was being fed rice porridge. Hearing those words, I suddenly choked hard. Severe coughing immediately came. The little face was red from choking. The nurse suddenly felt flustered. The smile at the corner of Lam Thi's lips became even deeper. In the depths of his eyes, there was a hint of pride that was hard to detect. The mother-in-law frowned slightly.

"The child is choking, why are you still standing there? Quickly pat him to let him breathe."

Having said that, someone personally carried me over. Old but warm hands gently caressed my back. Resting in my ancestor's arms, my cough gradually subsided. I opened my eyes and quietly looked towards Thang Thanh Ngo. Perhaps awakened by the noise, she pouted and let out a small cry full of self-pity. Lam Thi immediately felt sad and comforted:

"Be good, Thanh Ngo, don't be afraid. It's your sister who's making so much noise."