She was the substitute queen he held on the phoenix throne with his own hands. She had endured for ten years and embroidered the mountains and rivers. Once she tore off the mask of virtue, using blood as ink and bones as needles, she used blood as ink and bones as needles. In front of the palace where he knelt down to beg for forgiveness, she took apart the splendid cage that he had been sewing for half his life, stitch by stitch.
