Give My Position As Dragon Queen To My Sister

In my previous life, on the day my sister and I were selecting our snake clan partners, I saved the Dragon Crown Prince in distress.

To repay the favor, the Dragon Prince took me as his consort as soon as he returned to his clan.

A year later, I laid a golden egg and gave birth to a dragon child.

The prince was overjoyed and, on the day of his coronation, he declared me the Dragon Queen, earning me the admiration of all clans.

My sister, on the other hand, chose to marry a strong wild bear and ended up as the most insignificant concubine.

Her jealousy drove her mad, and during a snake clan festival, she pushed me off a cliff, leading to my untimely death.

When I opened my eyes again, it was the day my sister was running towards the direction where the Dragon Prince was in trouble. I realized she too had been reborn.

However, she didn't know that saving the Dragon Prince was easy, but giving birth to a dragon child was like climbing the heavens.

It's an old saying that snakes are known for their passionate nature.

Once snake women reach adulthood, they become restless and yearn for companionship, finding it hard to find solace in sleep during the long, lonely nights.

The elders in the clan feared we might cause trouble by being promiscuous outside, so they commanded us to choose a suitable husband and marry into other clans once we came of age.

Today, we had just arrived at the ancestral hall and hadn't had the chance to properly observe the diverse group of men before us.

A girl beside me gently nudged me, "I saw your sister on the way here. She was running towards the back mountain and didn't respond when I called. Is she not coming?"

Hearing this, I immediately understood.

It seemed that not only I had been reborn, but my dear sister likely had too.

Her hasty run towards the back mountain was probably in pursuit of her dream of wealth and power.

Before I could speak, there was a sudden rumble of thunder outside, and the sky was filled with dark clouds.

In an instant, the day turned to night, and I could vaguely see several figures dressed in red above.

My heart skipped a beat. From past experience, I knew these were the Dragon Clan's envoys coming to deliver a marriage proposal gift.

By now, Song Ziyu should have regained his powers and was ready to marry my sister to repay her kindness.

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

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

Originally, I intended to save him and reap the rewards of my good deed, but upon waking, he handed me the Dragon Clan's token.

He not only revealed his identity as the Dragon Prince but also sent a message back to propose taking me as his secondary consort.

In our snake clan, our status has always been mediocre, and such an honor had never occurred before.

Naturally, I had no choice in the matter; a few words from the man decided my fate.

Although the dragon is the ruler of the seas and skies, there is a secret unknown to outsiders.

To conceive a dragon child, the mother must provide nourishment from her own body for the child in her womb to absorb.

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

But by some twist of fate, I survived and gave birth to the only dragon child of that generation. The Dragon King was overjoyed and immediately made me his primary consort.

Hundreds of years later, when Song Ziyu ascended to the throne as Dragon King, I naturally became the Dragon Queen, living a life of luxury and honor.

My sister, who had chosen the bear spirit, found herself in a household with over a dozen concubines, unable to stand out among them.

The bear visited her room only once a month, a situation that left her deeply unsatisfied.

She spent her nights in tears, living a life of misery.

Finally, on the day of the snake clan festival, she tricked me to the cliff and pushed me off.

The despair of that near-death experience is something I'll never forget.

Suddenly, under the escort of the clan elders, Song Ziyu appeared before everyone holding my sister's hand, his face full of affection.

"Meng Qiao is kind-hearted; she saved me in the back mountain. From now on, she will be my secondary consort."

I knelt down according to the rules, and my sister looked at the people on the ground with undisguised pride.

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

Oh, dear sister, if you court danger, I will not stand in your way.

The Dragon King's wedding was a matter of far greater importance than our own search for a husband.

My sister and I were taken to the Dragon Palace, where we were not allowed to step outside.

We were to focus solely on preparing everything for my sister's pre-wedding needs.

As I gently touched the foreboding pearl sent by Song Ziyu, I felt nothing but indifference.

Though beautiful, it seemed to me a harbinger of doom.

In my past life, I had claimed that my life would be a hundred times more splendid than my sister's, with every word and action of mine eagerly imitated by women across many lands.

But only I knew the suffering I endured to give birth to the child I carried.

Before I could reach for the items on the table, my sister's maid rushed over to me in haste: "Miss, our lady requests your presence."

Me?

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

Why would she think of her inconsequential younger sister?

Despite my doubts, I knew I couldn't resist her request, given her status as the Princess Consort.

As I arrived at her room, I saw Song Ziyu leave with a satisfied expression, his clothes slightly undone.

I quickly lowered my gaze; he didn't spare me a glance.

His scent was all too familiar—the distinctive scent of a dragon's passion.

I knew my sister had consummated their relationship.

For women of the serpent clan, once they reach adulthood, they often lose control, irresistibly drawn to men upon contact.

Yet, this was also their fatal flaw.

My sister lay on the bed with a smile, barely covered by a thin blanket, unable to conceal her perfect figure.

As I entered, her expression turned sour.

She lazily pointed a finger at the embroidery on the table, "Did you stitch this? Well done."

I dared not move. From a young age, she had frequently scolded and beaten me; how could she suddenly be so kind as to praise me?

Moreover, remembering how she betrayed me in our past lives, my heart couldn't help but race.

Seeing my hesitation, she abruptly sat up from the bed, grabbed a ceremonial jade scepter nearby, and hurled it at my head.

Blood blurred my vision, but I swallowed my anger and knelt on the ground.

She seemed pleased with my response and spoke lazily, "I want you to understand how I carefully plotted to climb to this exalted position. You'd better not have any rebellious thoughts or linger around the Crown Prince, or else... "

I met her gaze and replied, "I wouldn't dare defy the Princess Consort."

She was momentarily taken aback by the emotion in my eyes, then stepped forward to yank my hair, "Mengsi, do you think I don't know you've also been reincarnated?"

At the mention of reincarnation, a dark shadow crossed my eyes.

She snorted coldly, throwing the embroidery in my face, "Growing up in the snake clan, how could you have stitched the pattern reserved for the Dragon Queen? You dare deceive me!"

I sighed softly, holding my forehead as I rose from the ground, "Sister, I've never wished to compete with you, nor do I intend to appear before the Crown Prince."

Yet she scoffed dismissively, her fingers brushing against my face, "Do you think I would lose to a plain woman like you? Even if you wanted to compete, you wouldn't stand a chance."

I fell silent.

Some things aren't worth fighting for because I want to live longer.

Only fools cling to worthless things.

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.