Rebirth: My sister married my Husband while I Married Hers

behind her, their expressions carefully neutral. The late afternoon sun bathed the scene in golden light, making Zhang Qian's silk ro

o a satisfied smile. Her gaze swept over the delicate jewelry and fine silk robes that Zhang Mei

her voice did little to hide the sharpness beneath. "Marrying into the Xiyang Marqui

gaze with a soft, unreadable smile. It was as if she ha

ving them to you," she replied gen

esistance-resentment, hesitation, even the slightest flicker of anger-but th

s expressio

oolish as before. She truly

be long before there was nothing

. You can keep these little things. They might come in han

etly behind Zhang Mei, clenched her fists

d unbothered. "Sister, why would you say such a thing? The Xiyang Marq

ctly in the eye, her smile

cannot be revealed, Sister. Just marry Sun Liang obediently. There's n

lk sleeves swaying elegantly as she disappear

r sister's retreating figure. A soft breeze carried the

she ch

fool

ed nothing. She still believed that fate was something she c

wasn't th

ed back toward her courtyard, her s

ys were a whirlw

hub, with teaching nannies, matchmakers, an

in her past life. The teaching nannies, sent by the Xiyang Marquis' Mansion, drilled her relentlessly-on how to

already knew

red the palace to pay her respects. Every etiquette rule, every ritual,

hey assumed she was an inexperienced young girl. But as they

stened attentively, nodded at the right moments, a

y remarked in astonishment. "Truly, your

"It is only because of your

d envelope. The woman's eyes lit up with pleasant surprise, and when she lat

red. She carries herself with noble elegance and wil

y been hesitant about accepting a daughter-in-l

tood how important it was to establish goodwill early on. But Zhang Mei? She knew that befo

her study reviewing her dowry invent

rom the General's Mansi

tip of her brush hovered over the parchment

p. "Please,

oom, dressed in a bright yellow blouse and

lly stepped inside. "Did your sister bully you again? W

's chest

ng since she had

o

ood by her side no matter what. The girl who

er Zhang Mei-grief, regret, longing-but

ady, "It's been a long time since

ation. "Of course, I'm worried! That Zhang Qian-she's always been

iend's eyes, the fierce protectiveness in her voice. In her pa

d not been

ed-to the son of the Shaoqing of the Dali Temple. On the surface, it had seemed

political matters to intervene. Within hal

the capital with the power to change

that regret for t