Legend of the Embroiderer

Su Mengyao stood alone in the dark and deep secret room of the palace. There was dead silence all around her, and only the faint candlelight cast flickering shadows on the wall.

She just stood there motionless, like a silent sculpture, and time seemed to have frozen at this moment.

If you look closely, you can see that her originally fair and slender hands are now tightly holding a mysterious document.

Due to excessive force, the joints of her fingers had turned slightly white, and her hands were shaking slightly uncontrollably, as if the seemingly light document was actually carrying a heavy burden.

This document is no ordinary piece of paper; the amount of information it contains is enough to shake the foundations of an entire country.

The contents recorded therein not only concern the development direction of the current situation, but also directly affect the future destiny and prosperity of the Tang Dynasty.

It can be said that it is like an extremely sharp double-edged sword. On one hand, it ruthlessly reveals the imminent huge crisis, which makes people shudder.

On the other hand, there is a faint glimmer of hope that one can turn the tide and rewrite the course of history.

Su Mengyao's inner world is like a surging sea, with all kinds of complex emotions intertwined and colliding with each other, causing wave after wave of storms.

She deeply understood that once this document was made public, it would inevitably cause an uproar in the government and the country, and various forces would engage in fierce competition and struggle, which might even lead to social unrest and people's livelihood.

But another thought kept circling in her mind: If she chose to continue keeping this shocking secret, then the Tang Dynasty would very likely slide quietly into an abyss of darkness from which there would be no escape without anyone noticing, and would never recover from it.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment. After a long and painful period of thinking, Su Mengyao slowly raised her heavy head.

Her eyes were like two bolts of lightning, shooting straight ahead, firm and powerful.

All I could hear was her loudly saying in a sonorous and resounding voice: "I have made up my mind. For the future of the Tang Dynasty!"

These words were like a thunderclap that shook the world, suddenly breaking the deathly silence of the secret room.

In an instant, the entire space was shaken and stirred by this powerful sound wave.

Looking at Su Mengyao at this time, I saw a raging fire burning in her eyes. It was a resolute fire, without even the slightest intention of retreating or hesitating.

At the same time, various forces far away in the palace also began to gradually realize the existence and importance of this mysterious document.

They were like a group of hungry wolves who, with their extremely keen sense of smell, quickly captured the faint scent of this precious "prey".

As a result, these guys with ulterior motives could no longer suppress their inner restlessness and could not wait to take action.

They began to secretly dispatch their trusted subordinates and issued a series of strict orders, demanding that the key document that could change the course and direction of history be snatched from Su Mengyao at all costs and by any means.

Facing the group of ferocious enemies around them, the loyal guards standing beside Su Mengyao remained unusually calm and fearless.

Each of them tightly grasped an extremely sharp weapon in their hands, with serious and solemn expressions on their faces, and a chilling and cold aura emanating from their whole bodies.

These guards were tightly packed together, with no gaps between them. They seemed to be held together by a mysterious force, forming an indestructible Great Wall of Steel. This Great Wall tightly surrounded Su Mengyao, leaving no gaps.

Each of them wore a stern, focused expression, their eyes as sharp as hawks, constantly scanning their surroundings for any movement. Their hands tightly gripped gleaming weapons, their bodies leaning slightly forward, a posture poised for attack. This heightened state of vigilance conveyed their utmost importance and resolve to their mission.

In this suffocating and tense atmosphere, Su Mengyao stood there alone, but showed no fear at all.

She straightened her back, held her head high, and looked straight ahead with a determined gaze. Even though she was facing a powerful representative from the palace, she did not flinch.

The representative was tall and dressed in gorgeous clothes. His narrow eyes were like a deep cold pool, cold and ruthless.

His eyes flashed with undisguised greed, like an extremely hungry wolf, staring at the piece of fat meat in front of him that made it salivate - Su Mengyao.

There was a hint of threat in his eyes from time to time, like an invisible net, slowly closing in on Su Mengyao, bringing immense pressure.

"Hand over the documents! Otherwise you will bear the consequences!" His low and hoarse voice sounded like the roar of an evil spirit coming from the underworld, carrying a chilling chill that pierced people's hearts.

Every word was like a gong that had been struck hard, deafening and oppressive. The unyielding attitude contained therein, which brooked no questioning or resistance, was like an insurmountable mountain standing before one, making one feel fearful.

Even in the face of such a fierce and aggressive threat, Su Mengyao remained calm and composed, with only the corners of her mouth slightly raised, outlining a faint smile.

In the blink of an eye, her right hand suddenly flashed like a magic trick, and a dagger with a cold glow and an extremely sharp edge appeared in front of everyone.

The dagger flashed with a cold light, like the scythe in the hands of the god of death, exuding the breath of death.

Su Mengyao held the dagger and pointed it straight at the person in front of her without hesitation. Her movements were smooth and there was no sign of delay or hesitation.

Her clear and pleasant voice rang out: "This document concerns the survival of the Tang Dynasty and the stability of the entire country. Even if I use up my last bit of strength and shed my last drop of blood, I will never let it fall into the hands of you, the treacherous and cunning villains with ulterior motives!"

Every word she spoke was sonorous and powerful, like the first cry of an oriole in spring, clear and loud, piercing the clouds and reaching the sky.

The unwavering belief and fearless courage contained in it were so powerful that the man opposite who was originally in high spirits could not help but take a small step back subconsciously.

Su Mengyao's bold action instantly made the already tense situation in the palace even more tense.

The fully armed guards clenched their weapons and glared at the minions of the palace forces. A fierce conflict was about to break out.

The entire palace was shrouded in an extremely oppressive and tense atmosphere, as if even the air had frozen.

Being at the center of this thrilling vortex, Su Mengyao knew very well that she would have to make a difficult choice between protecting the crucial secret and rewriting the history of the Tang Dynasty.

This choice not only concerns her life and death, honor and disgrace, but will also directly determine the future of the Tang Dynasty...