Summary
I have passed away.
After thirty years of diligent, tireless work, I died of pure exhaustion.
But it seems I haven’t completely kicked the bucket…
That very night, I woke up inside the body of the Crown Prince!
Ever since realizing I’d swapped shells, I have been in a total daze.
I still haven’t quite come to terms with the fact that I’ve suddenly become my own son.
It wasn’t until the Empress gave my thigh a sharp pinch that I finally snapped out of it and realized-oh, for heaven’s sake, I have to mourn at my own funeral.