I Just Want to Survive, but My Backers Are All Love-Minded

I originally thought that I was a modern person who died suddenly after staying up late to write a paper. After dressing up as a powerful minister and having sex, I just wanted to show off. But the man on the dragon chair asked me with red eyes: "Ten years ago, why did you lie to me by pretending to die?" My memory is of twenty-three years of modern life, but he has the ironclad proof that we are in love. So, were my real twenty-three years just a flow of consciousness in a coma? And now, two top men are fighting to the death over "who is my real husband?"