Legend of the Embroiderer

The night was as dark as ink, the moonlight as silver, and as the light shone, the entire palace seemed shrouded in a mysterious veil. Crown Prince Li Zhao stood quietly outside Su Mengyao's carved bedroom, a deep worry etched between his brows. He hesitated for a moment, but finally, unable to resist, he gently pushed open the half-closed door.

Inside the bedroom, a solitary lamp cast a soft glow, casting a shadow on Su Mengyao's beautiful and refined face. She sat alone by the window, her eyes, like autumn water, gazing at the bright moon outside, as if expressing her endless sorrow. Her face was slightly pale, but it only added to her delicate and pitiful charm.

Li Zhao looked at her, and an inexplicable emotion surged in his heart. He walked quietly to Su Mengyao and asked softly, "Mengyao, are you okay?" His voice was full of concern and worry.

Su Mengyao regained consciousness and looked at Li Zhao, a complex emotion flickering in her eyes. She recalled the men in black she had encountered that night, and those thrilling moments, and a sense of inexplicable fear welled up in her heart. Her hands trembled slightly, but she didn't want Li Zhao to worry about her, so she tried to calm herself down and smiled slightly, trying to hide her uneasiness.

Li Zhao was such a smart man, how could he not see that Su Mengyao was different? He stared deeply into her eyes and said softly, "Mengyao, don't lie to me. I know you must be hiding something from me." His voice was full of firmness and tenderness.

Su Mengyao looked at Li Zhao, her defenses instantly crumbling. Tears welled up in her eyes as she choked out, "Li Zhao, I... I don't know what to do?" She poured out all her fear and anxiety, as if she had found a safe haven.

Li Zhao looked at Su Mengyao's tearful eyes, and his heart ached. He held Su Mengyao's hand tightly and said gently, "Mengyao, don't be afraid. I will protect you and will not let you get hurt again." His voice was full of determination and strength.

At this moment, hurried footsteps suddenly sounded outside the window. Li Zhao and Su Mengyao exchanged glances, a sense of foreboding welling up in their hearts. They immediately looked out the window warily, only to see a group of men in black rapidly approaching them.

"Oh no! It's an assassin!" Li Zhao's face changed drastically. He immediately protected Su Mengyao behind him and drew a sharp sword from his waist, ready to fight. This sudden assassination must be aimed at them. He had to protect Su Mengyao and prevent her from any harm.

Su Mengyao looked at Li Zhao's determined back, and the fear in her heart instantly dissipated. She knew that as long as Li Zhao was by her side, she would be able to get through this difficult time. She clutched Li Zhao's sleeve tightly, as if she had found the support in her life.

Su Mengyao's nerves were on edge. She clutched Li Zhao's sleeve tightly, as if she could draw some courage from him. Her heartbeat was like a drum, each beat a reminder of the impending danger. She glanced out the window, where the figures of the men in black loomed in the night. Their gazes were cold and sharp, as if they could see through her. These men in black were definitely coming for her. She didn't want to implicate Li Zhao, but she couldn't face these dangerous men alone.

Li Zhao also sensed the tension in the air. He gently held Su Mengyao's hand, trying to offer some comfort. He looked out the window at the men in black, a cold glint in his eyes, like a blade in the cold of winter, emitting a chilling murderous aura. These men in black had ill intentions, but he would not retreat. He vowed to protect Su Mengyao and prevent her from suffering even the slightest harm.

A thrilling battle unfolded in the night. Li Zhao's movements were swift, and each strike was like thunder, accurately hitting the black-clad men's vital points. However, the black-clad men were numerous and well-trained. Their moves were ruthless and tricky, making them difficult to defend against. Although Li Zhao was extremely brave, he gradually felt his strength was insufficient.

Su Mengyao watched Li Zhao fight bravely to protect her, her heart filled with gratitude and respect. She knew she couldn't wait passively any longer; she had to help Li Zhao fight these men in black. So, she mustered her courage, picked up a teacup from the table, and threw it at one of the men in black with all her might.

The teacup traced a graceful arc in the air, carrying Su Mengyao's determination and courage, and accurately hit the man in black on the head. The man in black groaned, lost his balance, and fell to the ground. Su Mengyao's action surprised Li Zhao, and a glint of admiration flashed in his eyes. He had never expected that this seemingly weak woman could possess such courage and determination.

Su Mengyao's arrival instantly boosted Li Zhao's combat effectiveness. Together, they fought the men in black, their coordination seamless, a match made in heaven. Their attacks were fierce and swift, overwhelming the men in black. Gradually, they gained the upper hand, forcing the men in black into retreat.

With a roar, Li Zhao pierced the chest of the last man in black with his sword, ending this thrilling fight. Li Zhao and Su Mengyao were both exhausted and panting, but their faces were filled with smiles of victory. They smiled at each other, their eyes full of tacit understanding and trust, as if they had experienced countless trials and tribulations.

Su Mengyao's heart was still filled with struggle and confusion. She didn't know whether she should stay in this strange world, whether she should accept Li Zhao's feelings. Her heart was filled with uncertainty and fear about the future. She thought of her family and friends in the modern world, the prosperity and convenience there. She didn't know if she could adapt to this strange world, whether she could bear the pressure and responsibility that this relationship brought.

Li Zhao looked at Su Mengyao's silence and was filled with worry. He knew that Su Mengyao had too many worries and struggles in her heart, but he could not share her burdens. He hated that he could not solve all her problems for her. He could only accompany her silently, give her enough support and encouragement, and let her know that no matter what happened, he would always be by her side to protect her.

The moonlight, like water, gently sprinkled on the two of them, as if they were covered in a layer of silver gauze. They sat there quietly, bathing in the soft moonlight, as if they were one with the whole world. The stars twinkled in the night sky, like dazzling gems, embellishing this peaceful night sky.

They sat facing each other, their eyes locked, as if time had stood still. In this quiet night, they could listen to each other's inner voices, share their joys and sorrows. Gazing at the sky, the moon, the stars, everything was so beautiful and warm.

Good times are always short-lived. When they saw that it was getting late, it was time to say goodbye. Li Zhao stood up and said softly, "It's getting late, I should go." His eyes revealed a hint of reluctance.

He smiled at her gently and said, "Don't be sad, we will have the chance to meet again." After that, he turned and left, leaving behind a back figure walking away.

Although she felt a little disappointed, she knew that their fate was not over. There were still many unknowns waiting for them to explore in the future.

At night, Su Mengyao tossed and turned, recalling how the once-insignificant palace maids had watched her gradually win the prince's heart. Their resentment and jealousy burned like a raging fire, difficult to extinguish. They couldn't understand how this foreign woman could so easily capture the prince's heart. They couldn't bear the thought that their position within the palace would be shaken by a newcomer.

Their jealousy gradually spiraled into a cycle of conspiracy and backstabbing. They whispered to each other in secret, fabricating rumors about Su Mengyao in an effort to tarnish her reputation. They even banded together to exclude her, hoping to completely erase her from the Crown Prince's sight. In this palace rife with intrigue and deception, Su Mengyao took every step with trepidation, as if she were teetering on the edge of an abyss.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the window lattice into Su Mengyao's bedroom. She rose as usual, ready to begin the day. However, as she made her bed, she unexpectedly discovered a letter. It had been quietly slipped under her pillow. The envelope had no signature, only a simple seal.

Su Mengyao frowned, a trace of doubt welling up in her heart. She gently opened the envelope and unfolded the letter. The handwriting on the letter was flamboyant and twisted, like a ghost, giving people a chill. She read the contents of the letter carefully, her face gradually turning pale.

The letter warned, "If you continue to approach the Crown Prince, even greater disaster will befall you." These words struck Su Mengyao like a bolt from the blue. She couldn't help but recall her encounter with the Crown Prince yesterday and the appearance of the mysterious man. It all left her feeling confused and uneasy.

The letter didn't specify who sent the threat, but the malice it contained filled Su Mengyao with deep fear. She didn't know whether the letter came from an enemy or a friend, nor did she know what the other party was up to. But she knew that if she continued to approach the prince, she might get into more trouble.

She began to wonder if the letter was connected to the earlier attack by the men in black. Their identities remained a mystery, and their goal seemed to be to prevent her from approaching the Crown Prince. Su Mengyao couldn't help but feel a wave of fear, as if she were being tightly ensnared by an invisible web, and behind this web were pairs of eyes, secretly monitoring her every move.

Her heart was filled with doubts and fears, but she knew that this palace struggle had just begun...