The Legend of Concubine Su

Deep within the magnificent and majestic imperial palace, sunlight filtered through intricate window lattices, softly streaming down the tranquil space where Imperial Concubine Su Jingyue sat. The afternoon seemed to stretch infinitely, the air thick with the faint aroma of ambergris and fresh florals, intertwining to create an intoxicating atmosphere.

At this moment, Su Jingyue sat there quietly, immersed in the book in her hands. Her eyes were focused and deep, as if she had completely immersed herself in the world of the book. Her beauty was like the first ray of sunlight in the morning, warm and bright; like a blooming flower, delicate and beautiful, exuding an enchanting fragrance.

Her skin was as white as snow, as delicate as velvet, and slightly pink. Her eyes were as clear as water, like the brightest stars in the night sky, sparkling with wisdom and tenderness.

She gently raised her head, her beautiful eyes as clear and deep as an autumn lake, a barely perceptible smile etched in the corners of her eyes. Her red lips parted, her voice as gentle as a spring breeze as she spoke softly, "Xiao Ru, please go to the Imperial Household Department and pick out some fine cotton, soft wool, and silky linen for me. I want to make something myself, so I need the best materials."

Xiaoru's eyes flashed with excitement after hearing her master's instructions. She knew that her master had extraordinary creativity and unique aesthetic vision, and every item he made was a unique masterpiece. So she immediately nodded and said, "Okay, Miss, I will go to the Imperial Household Department to select the best materials." After that, she turned and left, her steps as light as a happy bird.

Su Jingyue accepted the materials, her eyes gleaming with tenderness and concentration, as if each piece of material carried her hopes and dreams. She knew that the days ahead would be a beautiful encounter with handicrafts, a small world away from the busy life of the palace, a safe haven for her soul.

She sat down gracefully, the tapestry before her like an unfinished scroll, quietly awaiting her creation. Su Jingyue gently picked up a delicate tool called a comb. Made of fine wood or metal, it was covered in densely packed teeth, seemingly designed specifically for combing fibers. Gently and skillfully, she placed wool and other fibers on the comb, beginning a meticulous combing process. With each stroke of the comb, the once chaotic fibers gradually became organized, as if infused with vitality, aligning themselves parallel to a specific direction, displaying a unique rhythmic beauty.

Next comes the twisting process. Su Jingyue is well aware of the importance of this step, like the foundation of a house, directly impacting the quality and beauty of the finished product. She begins by employing a simple, ancient method of hand-twisting, attaching one end of the fiber to a spinner on a tabletop and gently twisting the other end with her hands. Under her deft hands, the fibers seem to be imbued with magic, slowly spinning and twisting together, ultimately forming a thin strand of wool. However, Su Jingyue isn't content to stop there; she has higher aspirations in mind.

So she dug out a dusty wooden box from the chest, brushed off the dust, and opened the box. Inside lay a spindle, an ancient weaving tool. It consisted of a solid wooden stick and a grooved disc with a rotating shaft in the center.

Su Jingyue carefully picked up the spindle and looked closely at this companion who had accompanied her through countless days and nights. Although it looked a little old, it still exuded a faint woody fragrance.

Su Jingyue wound the combed fibers around the spindle shaft, then grasped the wooden stick with both hands and began to slowly rotate. As the spindle rotated, the fibers twisted tighter and tighter under the action of their own torsional force, gradually forming a yarn of uniform thickness and dense texture.

The yarn gleamed softly and warmly in the sunlight, as if it were the fruit of Su Jingyue's labor, the crystallization of her wisdom and sweat. Each twist brought back memories of the past, and each strand imbued her with a love for life. The yarn flowed through her fingertips like a golden river, weaving a beautiful world.

Sunlight streamed through the window onto the yarn, emitting a light that felt incredibly warm and comfortable. It felt like a blessing from heaven, giving people endless hope and strength. The yarn in Su Jingyue's hands shimmered in the sunlight, a unique luster, like the brightest star in the night sky, emitting a faint yet brilliant light.

Each strand of wool is like a pearl, interwoven together to form a vibrant and vibrant canvas. These vibrant yarns, like a rainbow, embellish the entire room with a dreamlike beauty. Each color represents Su Jingyue's innermost emotions and stories, interwoven together to create a world filled with love and warmth, woven with care.

Throughout the process, Su Jingyue remained focused and serene, as if the outside world's clamor had no bearing on her. She savored the pure joy and sense of accomplishment that came from crafting, and found solace and peace in this tranquility. When she finally finished knitting the yarn, Xiaoru approached, puzzled, and asked, "Madam, what is this?" Su Jingyue smiled and replied, "This is yarn, yarn I twisted myself. It may be simple, but it embodies my passion for life and my pursuit of a better future." At that moment, Su Jingyue's eyes shone brightly, reflecting her love for life and her vision for a better future.

Wool, as a common textile material, is widely used in folk life. Although it cannot be compared with the silk and brocade in the palace, the simplicity and warm beauty it contains are unparalleled. At this moment, Su Jingyue gently stroked the soft wool in her hand, with endless tenderness and sweetness in her eyes. She secretly thought in her heart: "These wool yarns can be used to weave some practical clothes and give them to the lovely children and elderly people in the palace. In this way, even if they are in the deep palace, they can feel my love and feel a little warmth." Thinking of this, Su Jingyue couldn't help but

Xiaoru's eyes flickered with emotion upon hearing this, and she quickly stepped forward to help organize the materials on the table. "Your Majesty is truly thoughtful and considerate. These woolen clothes will surely make the palace maids feel your grace."

Su Jingyue smiled and nodded, more ideas already forming in her mind. "We can also try different colors and patterns, making each piece of clothing unique and a special memory for them." She imagined the vibrant colors of wool, weaving into beautiful patterns and shapes in her hands, like exquisite paintings.

Thus, in the following days, Su Jingyue's bedroom was often filled with the fresh scent of wool and cotton. The sunlight shone through the window onto the ground, forming patches of mottled light and shadow, illuminating the whole place.