The General's Reborn Wife

I died in the desolate manor. My daughter has called for me for two days. She runs to find her father. "Daddy, Mother has been sleeping for many days." The General, picking mooncakes for his concubine, shoos her away, "Your mother is just sleeping, not dead. Have her admit her mistake." My daughter returns, placing a mooncake at my mouth, "Mother, it's the festival. Let's eat mooncakes too."