After I died in battle, my obsession was so strong that I couldn't be reincarnated.
My soul unexpectedly formed a puppet, which returned to my husband's side.
It looked exactly like me and possessed peerless martial arts.
But it was more obedient and sensible than I had ever been.
My husband didn't realize it was a puppet. He thought I had deserted my post and defied the emperor's orders to return to the capital.
He mocked me in a way he never had before.
He said I spent every day wielding swords and spears, crude and uncouth;
that I knew nothing of music, chess, calligraphy, or painting.
He even declared that he would take a princess as his wife.
If I refused, he would throw me out of the manor.
But on the day of their wedding, an urgent report arrived from the border: I had died on the battlefield.
The princess accused “me” of faking my death to deceive the emperor, then severed “my” limbs and hung “me” above the city gate.
Only then did my husband realize in shock that “I” hadn't cried out in pain, and hadn't even bled...
