On my wedding day, my stepsister clutched the exchanged marriage certificate, her eyes filled with scheming. "That sickly man won't live another year. Just wait until you're widowed!" I lowered my eyes without saying a word and turned to marry into the Shen family. She had no idea that the nobleman she had stolen was the true living hell. One year later—I cured my husband, and the Shen family became imperial merchants. Adorned in a phoenix crown and bridal robes, I stood proudly atop the city gate. Meanwhile, she knelt, covered in wounds, before a dilapidated temple, so filthy that even beggars wanted nothing to do with her. Looking down at her, I asked softly, "Pan'er, this path was one you chose yourself."