I died.
Before the King of Hell, he asked how I had died, but I couldn't remember.
The King of Hell said that if I couldn't recall the cause of my death, I couldn't cross the Naihe Bridge. Since I had been a good emperor, he would let me live another life and find out what had killed me.
I thought, the Prince of Huainan had always wanted to usurp the throne, the Chancellor had always wanted to monopolize power, and the hostage prince from the enemy state harbored a grudge. Maybe one of them had killed me.
Fortunately, I was able to return to the world of the living. I sent out spies, who first infiltrated the Prince of Huainan's residence and found his secret chamber plastered with portraits of me. Maybe he had distributed the portraits to hire someone to kill me!
My spies then infiltrated the Chancellor's residence and discovered that he had people secretly digging a tunnel toward the imperial palace. Maybe he had snuck into the palace through it and killed me in my sleep!
Finally, my spies kept watch on the hostage prince from the enemy state. They discovered that he kept a little cloth doll of me by his pillow. Maybe he was cursing me out of malice, waiting for a chance to kill me!
Those guys really were all rotten to the core. In this life, I would take them out in one fell swoop!
But who could have imagined that before I could make a move, they would start fighting among themselves?
Then my spies reported that the Prince of Huainan had touched my face in a portrait and wept softly, the Chancellor had crawled into the tunnel in an attempt to make his way into my bedchamber, and the hostage prince kissed his little cloth doll of me every night before going to sleep.
I could only think... this way of cursing someone seemed a little unusual.
P.S. Only the blurb is written in first person. The main story is in third person.
Theme: Strive for greatness and bring glory anew.
