After rebirth, my elder sister wants to steal my husband!

While Lu Zhiran was struggling, Lu Nianyao also got the news. She was sitting in front of the shabby stove, struggling to light a fire, the firelight reflecting her pale and haggard face. When she heard the news, the firewood in her hand suddenly slipped, and she stood there in a daze, as if struck by lightning.

"Sister..." Cui'er, the little maid beside her, called softly, her eyes full of worry, "What's wrong with you?"

Lu Nianyao came back to her senses, took a deep breath, and tried to calm herself down. She shook her head gently and said in a trembling voice: "It's okay... I'm just a little surprised."

Cui Er looked at Lu Nian Yao's pale face and felt distressed. She knew that her sister had been working hard to support the family, but this news was undoubtedly a heavy blow to her. She gently held Lu Nian Yao's hand and said firmly: "Sister, no matter what happens, we will face it together. You have to believe that one day we will get back on our feet."

After hearing this, Lu Nianyao felt a warm current in her heart. She looked at Cui'er's eyes full of concern, and her heart was filled with gratitude and emotion. She knew that she was not alone, and there were people like Cui'er by her side in this difficult time. She nodded gently and said firmly: "Yes, we will definitely get back on our feet."

However, for the two sisters Lu Zhiran and Lu Nianyao, Fu Yuzhang's return is just a turning point in their lives. The road ahead is still long, and they still have many challenges and difficulties to face. But no matter what, they will face all challenges and difficulties with strength and create a better future for themselves and their family.

In the side courtyard of the Lu Mansion, where the prosperity has faded, Lu Nianyao sat alone under the dilapidated corridor, the moonlight shining on her once arrogant face, but now only endless loneliness and desolation remained. In her eyes, the confidence and pride she once had had had long been wiped out by the cruelty of reality, replaced by deep jealousy and anger.

Lu Nianyao, once the legitimate daughter of the Lu family, was beautiful, talented, and doted on since childhood. However, with the decline of her family, she was forced to face the hardships of life, and her former glory and dignity vanished under the ravages of reality. However, her half-sister Lu Zhiran seemed to have found a new life in this chaotic world and lived the life she had always dreamed of.

Although Lu Zhiran is not as pretty as Lu Nianyao, she is gentle and well-mannered. Since her husband Fu Yuzhang was pardoned by the emperor and returned, her life has changed dramatically. Fu Yuzhang was re-employed and reinstated, and the Lu family was reborn. Lu Zhiran wears bright clothes every day, with pearls and jade on her head. Her smile is filled with happiness and satisfaction, as if all the sufferings have never befallen her.

Lu Nianyao looked at Lu Zhiran's happy face, and her heart was like being burned by fire. She thought of everything she once had - the prosperous Lu family, the noble status, the countless suitors... but now they are all gone. And Lu Zhiran, the concubine sister she once looked down upon, is living the life she has always dreamed of. This strong contrast makes Lu Nianyao's jealousy and anger surge like a flood.

"Why? Why can she live so well?" Lu Nianyao roared in her heart, her hands clenched into fists, nails deeply embedded in the flesh. She thought of the efforts and sacrifices she had made for the revival of the family, the torment and struggles she had endured day and night, which at this moment turned into endless irony.

"Sister." A gentle call interrupted Lu Nianyao's thoughts. She looked up and saw Lu Zhiran standing not far away with a concerned smile on his face.

"Sister, why are you sitting here alone? It's so late, be careful not to catch a cold." Lu Zhiran walked up and said with concern.

Lu Nianyao looked at Lu Zhiran's gentle face, and the jealousy and anger in her heart burned like a ignited flame. She glanced at Lu Zhiran coldly, with a hint of sarcasm in her tone: "What are you doing here? Do you want to show off your happiness?"

Lu Zhiran was startled by Lu Nianyao's words. She quickly shook her head and explained: "No, sister, I didn't mean that. I'm just worried about you..."

"Worried about me?" Lu Nianyao sneered, "Why are you worried about me? Are you worried that I'm living a better life than you?"

Lu Zhiran was choked by Lu Nianyao's words and was speechless. She looked at Lu Nianyao's cold and distorted face and couldn't help feeling sad. She knew that her sister had always been strong, but now it seemed that she had been tortured by jealousy and anger and had lost her mind.

"Sister..." Lu Zhiran tried to persuade her again, but was interrupted by Lu Nianyao.

"That's enough!" Lu Nianyao stood up angrily, pointed at Lu Zhiran and said loudly, "Stop pretending to care about me! Whether I live a good life or not has nothing to do with you! Go away! I don't want to see you again!"

Lu Zhiran was hurt by Lu Nianyao's words. She watched Lu Nianyao's resolute back disappear into the night, her heart filled with helplessness and sadness. She knew that her sister's jealousy and anger could not be resolved overnight, but she still hoped that one day she could find that gentle and kind sister again.

However, for Lu Nianyao, this jealousy and anger have taken root in her heart and become a nightmare that she cannot get rid of. She often returns to the prosperous Lu family in her dreams and to the respected self, but every time she wakes up, she finds herself still in this dilapidated side yard, surrounded by endless loneliness and desolation. She knows that she needs to find a way to release this emotion, otherwise she will be swallowed by this jealousy and anger.

Lu Nianyao returned to the simple house and sat under the dim light. Her heart was like a wilderness swept by a strong wind, a mess. She recalled everything about herself and Lu Zhiran. The disdain and cold-eyed indifference he had shown her before had now become a wound in her heart that could not be healed.

Her hands were shaking as she gently stroked the already blurry bronze mirror on the table. She looked haggard in the mirror, and her eyes were full of fatigue and unwillingness. She used to be so proud and confident, but now, she has fallen to this point, while Lu Zhiran is living such a glorious life.

"Why? Why did I end up like this?" Lu Nianyao murmured to herself, her voice full of pain and unwillingness. She thought of her family, those who had bowed down to her, and the glory and dignity that had once belonged to her. But now, all of these have left her, leaving only endless regrets and remorse.

【ending】