Summary
The Crown Prince’s beloved died, so he went and found ten substitutes in one breath. He was terribly busy every day. Starting around seven in the morning, he had to accompany Substitute No. 1 as she painted her brows, dine with Substitute No. 2, discuss poetry with Substitute No. 3… I was No. 10. By the time it was my turn, the sky was already dark. The other substitutes were all terribly jealous of me. Because when the Crown Prince came to me, it was to sleep with me.