The Marquis's Wife Is Reborn to Nail Her Husband's Coffin Shut

I blame myself for trusting the wrong people.

On our wedding day, before we could even enter the bridal chamber, my husband was ordered to the front by an urgent military dispatch from the border.

Less than a month later, news arrived that he had died on the battlefield. He became a hero of Great Wei.

But his new bride was left to suffer. Without a husband or children, I shouldered the marquisate alone. My mother-in-law doted on me, and my stepson and stepdaughter were caring and devoted. I gave them my whole heart and spent all my dowry, doing everything I could to secure their futures and uphold the family’s standing.

Before I even turned thirty, I had worn myself out and died coughing blood!

Who could have known that after death, my soul would be trapped in the marquisate?

And there I discovered a shocking secret!

My supposedly dead husband had returned with another woman. My mother-in-law happily handed over the dowry she had embezzled from me over the years, while my stepson and stepdaughter warmly welcomed their father and mother home. Only then did I understand!

I had been worked like an ox and a horse my entire life, deceived from beginning to end. I was consumed with rage!

As my spirit grew fainter and fainter, I swore that if I had another life, I would uncover why they had hidden the truth and cost me my life for nothing.