Fingertip Channeling, I Am Cultivating the Souls of the Dead in the Museum

When I was restoring a Ming Dynasty dowry in the Forbidden City, I found that the inner wall was covered with scratches of varying depths. At first I thought it was insect infestation, but when I got closer I saw that it was filled with the word "hate" that was densely packed. Through the remaining memories of cultural relics, I saw a talented man kneeling in front of the dressing table. She grabbed the gold hairpin and carved wildly on the wood, not even noticing that her nails were cracked and bleeding. On the night when the old emperor died, she received a military report that her lover, who was guarding the border, had died in battle. Hidden in the deepest part of the dowry is a line of small words: "If you die by swallowing gold, your soul will not return to the Forbidden City." The gold hairpin she had carved on it is now lying quietly on my workbench. The tip of the hairpin is a little dark red, shining slightly under the light.