I am the white moonlight that died young at the heart of the emperor. The three thousand beauties in his harem all have my shadow on them. I watched with cold eyes as he collected "substitutes" until he found a concubine who looked exactly like her and doted on her day and night. He thought I was dead. He doesn't know that I have become his most trusted adviser, coldly planning the downfall of his dynasty. On the day the city fell, I took off my disguise and smiled at him: "Your Majesty, is my substitute useful?
