After I Died, the Little Beggar I Had Once Saved Became the Emperor

In the third year after my death, the little beggar girl I had saved ascended the throne and became Empress. On the first day of her reign, she returned to the little fishing village where she had lived under an assumed name for seven years, seeking the fisherman who had abandoned her: me. She broke both legs of my father, who had made his living fishing, and severed the tendons in my mother's hands, who had made her living weaving. She even sent people to bully my younger brother, who was studying at the academy. Her only goal was to force me to show myself. But she didn't know that, to help her evade the assassins hunting her, I had worn her clothes and been forced off a cliff. My body had long since vanished without a trace.