After Rebirth, My Sister Took Away My Prince Partner

In my past life, on the day my sister and I were selecting a mate from the serpent tribe, I rescued the distressed Dragon Prince.

In gratitude, upon returning to his clan, he immediately made me his Dragon Consort.

A year later, I hatched a golden egg and gave birth to a dragon son.

The prince was overjoyed, and on the day he ascended the throne, he declared me his Dragon Queen, earning me the reverence of all tribes.

Meanwhile, my sister chose to marry a strong wild bear, only to become his most insignificant concubine.

Jealous to the point of madness, she pushed me off a cliff during a serpent tribe festival, causing my death.

When I opened my eyes again, it was the day of selecting mates, and my sister was running toward the direction where the Dragon Prince was in distress. I realized she too had been reborn.

However, she didn't know that while rescuing the Dragon Prince was easy, giving birth to a dragon son was an almost impossible feat.

There is an old saying that serpents have a strong yearning for companionship.

Once serpent women reach adulthood, they find it hard to endure loneliness, with sleepless nights stretching endlessly.

The elders feared we might cause trouble by being promiscuous, so they ordered that our first task upon reaching adulthood was to choose a suitable husband and connect with other tribes through marriage.

Today, we had just arrived at the ceremonial hall and hadn't had a chance to properly observe the diverse group of men before us when a girl beside me gently nudged me, "I saw your sister on the way here.

She was running toward the back mountain, ignoring everyone. She's not coming?"

As soon as I heard this, I realized that it wasn't just me who had been reborn; my dear sister was likely here from the previous life too.

Her haste to run to the back mountain was probably for her dream of wealth and status.

Before I could speak, thunder suddenly roared outside, and the sky was shrouded in dark clouds.

In an instant, the world turned dim, and I could vaguely see several people in red above.

My heart skipped a beat. With past experiences, I knew these were the dragon clan's envoys coming with a marriage proposal.

By this time, Corynn should have regained his powers and was ready to marry my sister in gratitude.

In the previous life, my sister deliberately made things difficult for me, sending me to the back mountain to pick flowers for her.

Unexpectedly, I stumbled upon a man who had been ambushed and was unconscious.

Originally, I intended to care for him and perhaps find some enjoyment once he awoke.

Unexpectedly, after he awoke, he handed me a dragon clan token, not only revealing his identity as the Dragon Prince but also sending a message over thousands of miles to marry me as his junior wife.

Our serpent tribe had always held a moderate status, never experiencing such an honor.

I naturally had no choice in the matter; my fate was decided in a few words.

Although dragons are the sovereigns of all realms, they have secrets unknown to outsiders.

To bear a dragon son, the mother must serve as nourishment for the child within.

The dragon's bloodline is so domineering that ordinary women cannot endure it, often resulting in both mother and child perishing after a few months.

Yet, by a stroke of fate, I survived and gave birth to the only son of that dragon generation. The Dragon King was delighted and immediately made me his main consort.

Hundreds of years later, when Corynn ascended to the position of Dragon King, I naturally became the Dragon Queen, enjoying endless wealth and glory.

Meanwhile, my sister, who chose the wild bear, found that he had over a dozen concubines, and she wasn't even ranked.

The wild bear visited her room only once a month, leaving her unsatisfied.

She cried daily, living a miserable life.

Finally, on the serpent tribe's festival day, she deceived me to the cliff and pushed me off.

The despair of dying is something I will never forget.

Suddenly, in the presence of the tribal elders, Corynn appeared before everyone, holding my sister's hand with deep affection, "Meng Qiao has a kind heart.

She saved me in the back mountain, and henceforth, she will be my junior wife."

I knelt down as per the rules, while my sister looked at the crowd with undisguised pride.

However, where she couldn't see, the corners of my mouth curled up slightly.

My dear sister, since you wish not to live, I shall grant your wish.

The Dragon King's wedding is a matter a hundred times more important than our own search for a husband.

My sister and I have been taken to the Dragon Palace, forbidden to step outside.

We are focused on preparing for all aspects of her pre-wedding arrangements.

As I caress the cursed jewel sent by Corynn, my heart remains unaffected.

Despite its beauty, to me, it resembles a sinister omen.

In my previous life, I was promised a life a hundred times more glamorous than my sister's, with my every action being copied eagerly by women across the worlds of existence.

Yet, only I know the hardships I endured to give birth to the child within me.

Before I could touch the items on the table, my sister's maid rushed to me, saying, "Miss, our lady requests your presence."

Me?

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

Why would she think of her inconsequential sister now?

Despite my doubts, she is now the Crown Princess, and I cannot defy her orders.

As I reached my sister's room, I saw Corynn emerging with a satisfied smile, his clothes slightly disheveled.

I quickly lowered my head; he didn't even glance at me.

His scent was all too familiar—the distinct scent of dragons.

I knew my sister had consummated her marriage with him.

It's inevitable; once snake women reach adulthood, they lose control and gravitate toward men, a fatal flaw.

My sister lay half-reclined on the bed with only a thin sheet barely covering her perfect figure.

Her expression darkened the moment she saw me enter.

She lazily extended a finger toward the embroidery design on the table, "Did you stitch this? Very well."

I dared not move; throughout my life, she has been quick to anger and violence, so why this sudden praise?

Especially recalling how she pushed me off a cliff in our past lives, my heart raced uncontrollably.

Seeing me frozen, she abruptly sat up and grabbed a jade ceremonial scepter nearby, hurling it at my head.

Blood blurred my vision, and I suppressed my inner fury, kneeling on the ground.

She seemed satisfied with my response and spoke languidly, "I summoned you here to show you how I climbed to this exalted status step by step. You'd better curb any rebellious thoughts and stop lingering around the Crown Prince, or else... "

I met her gaze and replied, "I dare not defy the Crown Princess."

My words seemed to momentarily shock her, but she quickly stepped forward, yanking my hair, "Mengsi, did you think I wouldn't know you've been reincarnated too?"

At the mention of reincarnation, a shadow flickered in my eyes.

She sneered, throwing the embroidered design at my face, "How could someone from the snake clan produce the exclusive design of the dragon empress? You dare deceive me!"

I sighed softly, rising from the ground while clutching my forehead, "Sister, I never intended to compete with you, nor will I appear before the Crown Prince."

Her disdainful chuckle was dismissive, her fingers brushing my face, "Do you think you stand a chance against me? Even if you wish to compete, you wouldn't stand a chance against me."

I fell silent.

Some things are left unchallenged because I desire a longer life.

Only fools cling to worthless pursuits.

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.