Splendid, Substitute Plan

They trained me to be like her and sent me to the prince's east palace. Every night, I imitated her posture when she was alive, but on the embroidered handkerchief, I used dense stitches to record every name she called out in her sleep. Until I found the red plum picture under his pillow that I had embroidered during practice and should have been destroyed long ago. In the corner of the picture, there is a tiny mark that I embroidered with blood silk - that is my real birthday and the day she died suddenly.