Reborn With Heaven’s Blessing, I Married the Regent

The day my elder sister stole my fiancé from me, I did not fight back.

Instead, I slipped past the maid guarding me and went straight to find my father.

“She can have my fiancé. I’m marrying the Regent!”

My father stared at me in shock.

Everyone knew the Regent was in charge, but rumors said he could not father a child and had a nasty temper.

What they did not know was that I was born under heaven’s favor—blessed with the gift of life itself.

In my previous life, that blessing became my curse. My elder sister and stepmother smeared my name, claiming that my curves and easy fortune meant I had been defiled before marriage.

My fiancé was disgusted and turned away from me. That was when my sister seized the chance to take my place.

Even on her wedding day, my sister was not at ease. She had me dragged away like a lowly servant and sent to a brothel, ordering the madam to torture me.

While I lay dying in the dark, she lived in the light, bearing children with my former fiancé and enjoying a lifetime of happiness that should have been mine.

Now that I had been given another life, I refused to bow to fate again.

She might have stolen my fiancé, but she could never take the blessing I was born with.

I was dazed when my elder sister, Margaret’s voice came from above my head. “I’m going to marry your fiancé. Aren’t you happy?”

I lifted my head and looked at her. She was dressed in bright yellow, dazzling with wealth.

Only then did it hit me—I had been reborn back to the day Margaret was getting married.

In my previous life, she asked me the same thing. I cried and begged to take back my identity. She shoved me into a foot tub with vicious force. “This body of yours is so loose, it puts even the top courtesan of the House of Blossom to shame.

“Look how much stouter you are compared to me. You were born to be used by every man who crosses your path! How could someone like you ever be worthy of being a queen?”

I choked and swallowed mouthfuls of water, unable to say a word.

On her wedding day, the streets were lined with decorations for miles, while I was bound hand and foot and thrown into a brothel, forced to become the lowest of prostitutes.

I thought that if I could see the Emperor, my fiancé since childhood, he would clear my name and bring me justice. However, he just sat on the throne with Margaret in his arms.

At that moment, all hope drained from me.

“Since you love men so much, as your elder sister, I’ll make sure you get your fill of them.”

Margaret clapped her hands, and a group of beggars with wounds dripping pus dragged me out.

I felt myself falling into an endless abyss, too weak