Quick Transmigration: Striving Every Day to Overcome Tribulation

I will never understand why my choice was wrong.

No matter what others choose, her path is the right one.

In my previous life, my sister and I were the legitimate daughters of the Prime Minister's mansion. At the crossroads of our lives, two completely different paths lay out before us.

One option is to marry into the royal family, become the crown prince's principal wife, and enjoy wealth and honor from then on, living in grand mansions and associating with high-ranking officials and nobles.

The other option is to marry one of her father's most promising students. Although the student is exceptionally talented, he comes from a poor family and will likely spend his future days dealing with mundane matters like firewood and cooking oil.

My mother has always favored me more, and under her earnest expectations and persuasion, I almost did not hesitate at all before resolutely choosing the path of becoming the Crown Prince's wife.

After all, who would willingly give up a life of luxury and extravagance to eat simple meals and live a life of hardship?

But reality dealt me ​​a heavy blow.

Not long after our marriage, I discovered that the prince's heart was not with me at all. He doted on and cared for his concubines, but he always had a cold face towards me, his wife, and would often glare at me with disdain, his words full of impatience and perfunctory attitude.

Every time I tried to get close to him, I was met with his disgust and avoidance. My enthusiasm and expectations were gradually worn away by his indifference.

Those social occasions became the source of my nightmares. Whenever I met with other wealthy women, I could always feel their seemingly unintentional but malicious gazes, and hear them whispering and pointing at me behind my back.

The prince, however, completely disregarded my dignity. Not only did he ignore me in front of everyone, but he would also brazenly bring his concubines to events, allowing others to cast mocking and pitying glances at me.

I clenched my teeth, my nails digging deep into my palms, filled with humiliation and anger, but with nowhere to vent it. I could only curse him silently in my heart. I truly hate him!

During those long and agonizing days, I often comforted myself, thinking that even if my sister married that poor scholar, how good could things be?

At least I can still enjoy this comfortable material life, with no worries about food or clothing.

She can probably only rely on that so-called love to barely make ends meet in her impoverished life. The idea that love can sustain her through even the smallest things is nothing but empty self-deception.

However, fate always seems to like playing tricks on me.

I don't know when it started, but there are always some people around me who intentionally or unintentionally mention my sister's life, saying how considerate and caring my brother-in-law is to her.

She said that in order to obtain a lucky fortune stick that would bless her with peace and good fortune, her brother-in-law went so far as to hike to an ancient temple deep in the mountains, enduring wind and rain along the way, showing extreme piety.

Even more unexpectedly, in the ancient temple, the brother-in-law unexpectedly encountered the Empress Dowager, who was traveling incognito. His conversation and talent impressed the Empress Dowager.

Not long after, my brother-in-law took the imperial examination and passed all the tests. He became the top scholar and was the center of attention.

His story was widely praised throughout the capital, and his sister's fame also spread far and wide.

Soon, the invitation to my sister's lavish banquet arrived in my hands. Looking at the exquisite invitation, I felt a mix of emotions.

I had been thinking that since I hadn't seen my sister for many years, I should catch up with her. After all, blood is thicker than water, and we are sisters.

But when I stepped into my sister's mansion and saw her surrounded by people, her face beaming with happiness and confidence, an unprecedented jealousy and murderous intent surged wildly in my heart like a raging undercurrent.

I stood in the corner, staring intently at her, my heart filled with doubt and resentment.

As the second legitimate daughter of the Prime Minister's family and the Crown Princess of Yong'an, with an incomparably noble status, why would I feel such intense jealousy towards my elder sister who has just become the wife of a top scholar?

Even if the top scholar is incredibly capable, I possess wealth and status that others can only dream of. I shouldn't lose my composure like this, and I shouldn't be so jealous.

Even though the top scholar and my husband are not in the same line of work, and although my husband has a leisurely job, I wish I could pray to Buddha every day that my husband would break his leg soon so that he wouldn't have to run around all day.

Perhaps power is too alluring!

When I went to the banquet, I had a dagger hidden in my sleeve. When I got close to my sister, I stabbed her to death.

Because of the chaos at the banquet, and the shouts of assassins, I was subsequently shot to death by a hail of arrows.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the time of my choice. I looked at my kind mother and wanted to tell her.

Can I not choose this option?

Why are there only two choices? Can't there be more?

But I couldn't bring myself to say it, so I insisted on marrying my father's student first.

I was trembling all over; I wasn't excited, I was about to cry.

The thought of living a hard life makes me want to cry.

I just want to live a life of luxury, and I want many servants to fawn over me.

Instead of marrying a disciple, but it's too late for me to change my mind now. My sister is staring at me intently, I don't know what she's thinking.

My mouth was tightly shut, and I couldn't say a word.

However, I comforted myself by thinking that at least my student would become a top scholar in the imperial examinations, and perhaps even someone with money and power.

But more than that, I want to get it right the first time.

The days after marrying into her husband's family were nothing like the wonderful life she had imagined before marriage. Every day was like being trapped in a nightmare, so difficult that it was hard to breathe.

I once looked forward to living a harmonious life with this father's prized student, but reality dealt me ​​a harsh blow.

My husband, on the surface, is a refined scholar who is well-read in poetry and literature, but in reality, he is extremely selfish.

In all matters at home, he only cared about his own comfort and never asked about my feelings.

He is narrow-minded; even the smallest things can make him fuss and lose his temper.

I can't imagine how my sister could have tolerated her in her past life.

Although he is indeed talented, and his poetry and couplets can usually draw praise from others, in the capital city where there are many hidden talents, his talent is only average, just outstanding, and far from amazing.

Whenever I attend gatherings of literary figures and watch him show off his skills in front of everyone, I can't help but wonder how he managed to become the top scholar in the imperial examinations.

As the days went by, I increasingly felt like I was raising a "giant baby." Everything in the house, from food and drink to housing and transportation, from firewood and oil to silks and satins, was paid for with my dowry.

When he goes out to socialize and make friends, he spends my money.

Even the mountains of books in his study were obtained by exchanging my dowry.

Looking back on my past life, even though I didn't receive my husband's love, as the legitimate daughter of the Prime Minister's mansion, I had money and power, and I never had to worry about food and clothing.