Synopsis
My ex-fiancé ran me through with his sword. I somehow ended up in another world. As a child. And I apparently look exactly like a duke's deceased wife, which has caused some complications. "This is a roasted glutinous rice cake." (My father, the Eastern Duke) "Looks like a pumpkin rice cake. So cute. Where can we use it?" (My future-Eastern-Duke older brother) "A sweet bean-filled rice cake, sitting in the garden trees." (My brother-in-law, the Southern Duke) "Soft and squishy soybean powder rice cake." (My great-grandfather, the Northern Duke) "Where did this fluffy white rice cake roll in from? Want…
