Legend of the Embroiderer

After accepting the emperor's order, Crown Prince Li Zhao decided to send people to investigate from the clue of the palace maid's death, and through the investigation, he restored the real cause of the palace maid's death.

A palace maid hurried through the corridors of the palace, holding a sealed letter in her hand.

This palace maid, Cui'er, was the Taoist Wuchen's most trusted confidant. At this moment, a thick layer of gloom enveloped her once-delicate face, a barely concealed anxiety etched in her.

Wu Chen's solemn instructions before leaving kept echoing in her mind: "This letter is of extraordinary significance. It not only concerns the life and death of Su Mengyao, but also the stability of the entire palace. Cui'er, no matter what, you must find a way to deliver it safely to Su Mengyao."

Thinking of this, Cui'er couldn't help but secretly resolve: "Even if the road ahead is full of difficulties and dangers, I must deliver this letter to Miss Su Mengyao as soon as possible."

As a result, her steps became more and more hurried, but at the same time she did not dare to be careless and always maintained the necessary vigilance. She would look back from time to time to make sure that no one was following her.

Just as Cui'er was walking quickly through a dark corridor, suddenly, a black shadow suddenly jumped out from the darkness like a ghost and followed closely behind her.

The man in black was sturdy and agile, a professional spy who had undergone rigorous training. His eyes gleamed with a cold light, like a wolf in the dark night, fixed firmly on the target in front of him.

Then, lowering his voice slightly, he whispered to his companions, "Brothers, be careful! This little girl may seem delicate, but she's actually incredibly clever. We must pay close attention and be on guard at all times. We must not let her get away! Remember, if you detect even the slightest sign of unusual movement, strike immediately. Show no mercy!"

His tone revealed a coldness and determination, as if he would not give up until he achieved his goal. The other men in black nodded in understanding, their weapons tightly gripped, their eyes gleaming with ferocity. And so, the group quietly followed their target, gradually disappearing into the darkness...

Cui Er sensed something strange behind her, her heartbeat quickened, the letter in her hand almost soaked with sweat, and she felt she was in danger.

She quickened her pace, trying to shake off her pursuer, but the man in black followed her closely.

The lights in the palace illuminated Cui'er's frightened face, and a glint of determination flashed in her eyes. She knew she couldn't let the letter fall into the hands of the enemy, even if it meant sacrificing herself.

Cui Er secretly swore in her heart: "Elder Wuchen, please rest assured, I will definitely fulfill my mission and will never let you down!"

Before he finished speaking, the man in black in front suddenly quickened his pace. His figure was like a ghost, and he instantly closed the distance between him and Cui'er.

At the same time, a cold light suddenly appeared in the moonlight. It turned out that the man in black was holding an extremely sharp dagger, and the dagger was flashing a terrifying light under the moonlight.

Cui'er's heart tightened, and she turned around abruptly, her beautiful eyes fixed on the approaching man in black. Although she reacted quickly, the man's movements were even faster than hers.

In an instant, the cold light pierced Cui'er's heart like lightning, and it was about to be a fatal blow.

However, at this critical moment, a black figure came rushing towards them at an astonishing speed like a meteor falling from the sky.

With a dull sound of landing, the figure stood steadily in front of Cui'er, protecting her petite body firmly behind him.

The man was dressed in a black nightgown, the hems of which fluttered and rustled in the wind. In his right hand, he tightly grasped a long sword that gleamed with cold light, and the blade exuded an icy and frightening aura.

Looking closely, the person who came was none other than Lin Yu, the mysterious master who was famous in the martial arts world and feared by countless people - also known as "Black Shadow".

His face was as cold as ice, his eyes flashing with a chilling light as he shouted, "Stop!" His voice was deep and powerful, imbued with an immense sense of authority and dominance that drew people's attention. The air around him seemed to grow heavier with his presence, a tense atmosphere permeating the air.

The man in black stopped attacking, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he obviously didn't expect anyone to intervene. Lin Yu's appearance bought Cui'er precious time, and she took the opportunity to escape from the scene, but the man in black's attention had completely shifted to Lin Yu.

The battle between Lin Yu and the man in black was extremely fierce. Both sides fought back and forth, neither giving in. For a moment, the sword light was bright and the fist shadows were flying, dazzling the eyes.

All this happened so fast that it was too fast to keep up. Before anyone could react, the fierce battle was over.

However, the man in black was not fighting alone. When Lin Yu thought he had dealt with the enemy in front of him, more men in black came from all directions like a tide.

They were all agile and aggressive, and they were obviously well-trained masters. Facing so many powerful enemies, Lin Yu couldn't help but frown.

Although Lin Yu was a skilled martial artist, as the saying goes, "two fists cannot defeat four hands." Moreover, what he was facing now was not just four hands, but dozens or even hundreds of hands! These men in black coordinated well, attacking and defending in a measured manner, putting Lin Yu in an unprecedented predicament.

Cui Er witnessed all this from a distance, her heart filled with fear and despair. She had to find Su Mengyao and deliver the letter safely, this was her only hope.

Cui'er sobbed, tears welling up in her eyes like a dam breaking. She said in a trembling voice: "Brother Lin Yu, you must hold on!"

Cui'er's heart began to beat rapidly like a frightened deer, as if it was about to jump out of her throat at any moment.

A dense layer of sweat beads had appeared on her smooth forehead, and even her back was soaked with sweat.

However, despite being extremely scared, Cui'er gritted her teeth, forced herself to calm down, and mustered up the courage to continue moving forward step by step.

Meanwhile, the man in black, hiding in the shadows, was a rigorously trained, battle-hardened spy. He had already carefully laid a trap along the path the palace maids used to take, waiting for his prey to take the bait.

At this moment, he was like a cheetah that had been lying dormant patiently for a long time, hiding quietly in the shadows, motionless and waiting for the best opportunity to come.

The black-clad man's gaze was extremely sharp, like a falcon soaring in the sky, fixed on Cui'er's every move.

That look seemed to have the power to penetrate people's hearts, and could easily see through Cui'er's seemingly strong but actually fragile appearance, reaching the most secret corner of her heart.

His breathing was steady and low, without a trace of nervousness or panic. He was completely absorbed in the mission, and only the persistence and determination to complete the mission shone in his eyes.

He exuded a cold aura, like a precise and ruthless killing machine, ready to strike a fatal blow to the enemy at any time.

Just when Cui'er cautiously walked to within five steps of the man in black, the man in black, who had been motionless, finally took action.

He flashed and appeared in front of Cui'er like a ghost, with the gleaming blade in his hand pointing straight at Cui'er...

He flashed and appeared in front of Cui'er like a ghost, with the long sword in his hand flashing with cold light.

He lowered his voice and said coldly, "Hand over the letter in your hand, or I will kill you without a burial place!"

His figure emerged from the darkness like a ghost, and a sharp dagger flashed coldly in the moonlight, pointing directly at the letter in Cui'er's hand.

Cui'er reacted surprisingly quickly. She dodged the fatal blow by moving to the side.

Cui'er looked at the mysterious man who suddenly appeared in front of her with horror, and exclaimed loudly: "Who are you? Why do you want to steal this letter? It is a very important thing!" She guarded the letter tightly in her hand, fearing that it would be snatched away by the other party.

The man in black didn't answer, only sneered and attacked again. Though not a skilled warrior, the maid Cui'er's courage and determination made her stand out in this confrontation. She waved her fists, attempting to use them as weapons to protect the letter.

Cui Er said, "I won't let you succeed!"

The man in black's attacks intensified, each swing of his sword carrying a deadly threat. Tweety managed to hold on, but she knew she couldn't hold out much longer. The letter was tattered in the struggle, but Tweety never let go.

The man in black raised a disdainful smile and sneered contemptuously, "Hmph, a mere palace maid actually dares to challenge me? You're simply overestimating your own abilities!"

He looked Cui'er up and down with contempt, as if he was looking at an insignificant ant.

However, Cui Er was not intimidated by the other party's words or eyes. Her eyes burned with anger as she responded angrily, "Don't underestimate me! This letter concerns the lives of countless people. I will never let a despicable villain like you succeed! Even if it takes my last ounce of strength, I will protect it!"

She straightened her back and met the gaze of the man in black without flinching, with only one belief in her heart - she must not let the letter fall into the hands of the enemy.

At this moment, a black shadow fell from the sky and joined the battle. After getting rid of the entanglement of the black-clothed man in front, Lin Yu quickly broke away and came to help.

Lin Yu's eyes were as cold as ice, and he said in a low and majestic voice: "Let her go immediately! Otherwise, you will suffer an end worse than death!"

His words seemed to carry an irresistible force that made people shudder. His body leaned forward slightly, emitting a strong sense of oppression, as if a ferocious beast was about to pounce on its enemy.

The man in black faced Lin Yu who suddenly appeared, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure and continued to fight with Lin Yu. The battle between the three of them unfolded fiercely under the moonlight, with swords flashing and fists interlaced. Every confrontation was filled with the tension of a life-and-death contest.

Cui'er took the opportunity to retreat to the side, panting and having no intention of fighting anymore. Her heart was filled with trust in Lin Yu and hatred for the man in black.

She was too tired to watch the fight and continued on her way.

Suddenly, a dark figure emerged from the darkness, blocking her path. This figure in black was exceptionally skilled, clearly well-prepared, aiming for the secret letter in Cui'er's hand. A flicker of fear flashed through Cui'er's eyes, but she quickly composed herself, clutching the letter tightly, ready to weather the coming storm.

The man in black sneered and said in a sinister tone, "Hand over the letter obediently, and perhaps I will show mercy and let you live."

Cui Er's face was firm and fearless as she responded loudly, "Wishful thinking! This letter concerns the life and death of countless people. I will never let you demons succeed!"

Just when the two sides were in a stalemate, Lin Yu once again appeared beside Cui'er in time like a god sent from heaven.

His face was stern, his eyes fierce, and he shouted at the man in black: "Let her go! Your opponent is me, come at me if you dare!"

The appearance of Lin Yu surprised the man in black, but he quickly adjusted his tactics and started a fierce battle with Lin Yu. The battle between the two unfolded fiercely under the moonlight, with swords flashing and fists interlaced. Every confrontation was filled with the tension of a life-and-death contest.