My name is Su Xiu, codename "Tailor".
The enemy spy leader "Night Owl" praised me as the docile canary in Feilengcui.
He will never know that the spy network he is so proud of is heading to the grave wearing the "shroud" that I sewed with my own hands.
The gold thread of the marshal's dress was embroidered with their funeral words; the pearls of the ladies' attire were embroidered with evidence of their crimes.
This is a huge gamble that dances on the tip of a knife. I use needle and thread as pen and fabric as paper to write the craziest revenge.
Until the celebration banquet, Night Owl forced me into a corner, and his fingertips brushed my collar:
"Miss Su, is the code you sewed into it a code of loyalty or... Rebellion?"
Purpose: This is a story about "disguise, protection and inheritance". It uses the calmest writing to write the craziest romance - a person uses the gentlest skills to protect the most ardent patriotism, and finally turns this power into the eternal vitality that nourishes the future.