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 even to struggle. I was swallowed up by those foul-smelling beggars. My overwhelming hatred could only spill out as helpless screams.

When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn to the night before her wedding. How could I not be happy about it?

I had been betrothed to the Emperor since childhood. We were practically childhood sweethearts.

He had always lusted after my figure, but at some point, his attitude toward me suddenly changed. He even looked at me with undisguised disgust whenever I complained about not having proper clothes.

After I thought it through carefully, it seemed to start after I took Margaret along to an appointment.

It was difficult for the royal family to bear children, and someone like me, born with a naturally fertile body, was one in a million.

My mother had warned me to hide my fortune, but who could have known that they would use that against me?

Margaret said I was too curvy, that I was born to be a slut.

From then on, the Emperor treated me worse and worse, watching me be tormented to death with indifference.

Now that I had been given a second life, I sure as hell was not going to make the same mistakes again.

“Yes, of course, I’m happy. Since my sister found a good marriage, how could I not be happy?” I kept my head lowered and sounded meek.

She should hurry and marry him off. A jerk like him and a bitch like her should be bound together forever.

As I left her room, I overheard her sending a maid to fetch our stepmother, Elizabeth.

Once Elizabeth arrived, I knew I would be sold to the brothel.

I shook off the maid guarding me and went to find my father.

“She can have my fiancé. I’m marrying the Regent!” I blocked him in the long corridor.

The moment he heard the word 'Regent', my father’s face went pale. “Do you know what you’re saying?

“You were able to climb up because your mother was close friends with the Empress Dowager. Your marriage was arranged. And now, you think you can dream of marrying the Regent?”

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

Countless noblewomen had claimed to be blessed with fertility, and yet none of them got pregnant.

The Regent decreed that only the woman who bore his firstborn son could become his official wife. If he were to die without an heir, every concubine and servant would be buried with him. Others were afraid, but not me.

I was born with a gift for bearing children. What did I have to fear?

“Father, I can make him marry me if you let me meet the Regent.”

Once Margaret married into the royal palace, she would definitely find a way to get rid of me. I needed someone powerful to back me, and the Regent was the best choice.

Besides, I still had two lifetimes’ worth of scores to settle with her. I would not let her escape unpunished for what she did.