Legend of the Embroiderer

In the bustling and bustling city of Chang'an, traffic was surging and people were coming and going. Yet, amidst this hustle and bustle, the name Su Mengyao shone like a brilliant ray of dawn, piercing the sky and illuminating the entire embroidery workshop.

Her exquisite embroidery, with its unique style and superb craftsmanship, won high praise and recognition from the royal family.

For a time, Su Mengyao's reputation was well-known and quickly spread throughout the streets and alleys of Chang'an City. People were telling the story of this legendary embroiderer.

As his fame grew, the shadow of jealousy quietly loomed over him.

The other embroiderers who had worked with Su Mengyao in the embroidery workshop and learned from each other to hone their skills began to feel secretly dissatisfied as they saw Su Mengyao's fame rising.

"Humph, Su Mengyao just got lucky! Her embroidery is nothing compared to ours!"

An embroiderer hid in a quiet corner of the workshop, mumbling softly, her eyes flickering with jealousy.

Just like that, all sorts of slanderous and derogatory gossips about Su Mengyao began to spread like a plague throughout Chang'an. Some said her work was a false reputation, that she had only gained fame by currying favor with the powerful; others said her needlework wasn't particularly impressive, that she was simply adept at taking shortcuts... Such malicious speculations and groundless accusations were heard everywhere.

However, in the face of overwhelming rumors and attacks, Su Mengyao always maintained a firm and calm heart.

She was not disturbed by the outside world at all and still devoted herself wholeheartedly to her beloved embroidery career.

Her slender fingers were dancing on the soft and smooth silk like a nimble butterfly.

Every stitch and every thread reflects her passion for art and her tireless pursuit of perfection.

One day, when Su Mengyao was concentrating on her creation, a sister from the embroidery workshop came over with a worried look on her face and asked softly:

"Mengyao, those rumors about you are spreading everywhere. Haven't you heard anything about them?"

Su Mengyao nodded slightly, indicating that she had heard the doubts of others, but a hint of determination flashed quietly in her bright eyes.

She whispered, "I have heard what you said, but my embroidery will speak for me."

Although her voice is soft and gentle, it contains an unshakable power, which comes from her deep confidence in her embroidery skills.

Su Mengyao, who was in the embroidery workshop, was concentrating on her work. The whole scene was like a beautiful and fascinating painting slowly unfolding.

Warm and soft sunlight penetrated the window lattice and poured onto the exquisite embroidery frame placed in front of her, making her graceful figure appear even more peaceful and tranquil under the interweaving of light and shadow.

I saw her busy with needlework with great concentration, and her concentration and extraordinary talent were fully displayed at this moment.

Look at the work she is embroidering carefully. The gorgeous peonies on it are blooming freely, and colorful butterflies are dancing around the flowers.

Every detail is portrayed vividly and lifelike, as if these beautiful creatures will emerge from the embroidery in the next second.

The name Su Mengyao is like a gorgeous peony that has just begun to bloom, and gradually became famous through word of mouth.

It turns out that as early as her childhood, she had already shown an extraordinary talent for embroidery.

Her slender, graceful and extremely agile hands seemed to have magical powers, which could work on the smooth and delicate silk.

It is easy to embroider vivid and lifelike patterns that seem to come out of nowhere, which injects a fresh soul into the originally lifeless embroidery.

Su Mengyao's childhood is like a colorful painting, and the quiet embroidery workshop is the core of this painting.

Since childhood, she has been immersed in the wonderful world of interwoven silk threads and flying colorful silks, and her eyes are always shining with endless curiosity and deep love for embroidery.

Whenever she gently picked up the delicate needle and thread, the whole noisy world would instantly stop for her.

Everything around seemed to become blurred, only the smooth silk in front of me and the exquisite patterns gradually blooming on it were clearly visible.

Her nimble fingertips, like dancing fairies, lightly leap between the silk threads, revealing her unique understanding and perception of beauty deep in her heart.

As time passed, Su Mengyao continued to grow through the daily grind. Her skills improved day by day, becoming more and more perfect.

Every stitch and every thread seems to be infused with all her effort and emotion, delicately and precisely outlining breathtaking embroidery patterns.

These works are not just simple embroidery, but also a true reflection of her unremitting pursuit of the beauty of life, and the best proof of her persistence in traditional embroidery.

"Mengyao, your embroidery is becoming more and more charming!" Experienced masters in the embroidery workshop often express such sincere praise.

They gathered together and carefully looked at Su Mengyao's new work, their eyes full of surprise and undisguised admiration.

Those exquisite embroidery works seem to have life, vivid and lifelike.

Gradually, Su Mengyao's reputation spread out from the small embroidery workshop like a beautiful butterfly.

It flew through the bustling streets and alleys of Chang'an City and reached every corner.

No matter they are high-ranking officials or ordinary people, they all flock to Su Mengyao's embroidery.

Her works not only became treasures that people competed for, but were even selected into the palace and became treasures that the royal aristocrats could not let go of.

Su Mengyao's talent is like a dazzling new star, shining brightly in the deep and vast night sky of Chang'an City.

She used the needle and thread in her hands to weave her own brilliant dreams, and also added a unique bright color to this ancient city.

As her fame grew, Su Mengyao realized that every step she took would attract a lot of attention, as well as more stringent scrutiny and judgment.

Her inner world is like a vast ocean, with various thoughts intertwined together to form complex and profound monologues.

"How high can my meticulously crafted embroidery soar? Can it pierce the clouds and reach the unreachable horizon? Or will it simply bloom briefly like a fleeting flower before quietly fading away?"

Su Mengyao asked herself these questions silently in her heart, feeling both hopeful and vaguely uneasy about the future.

In the heart of the bustling city of Chang'an, Su Mengyao's fame is like the warm spring sunshine, bright and dazzling, impossible to ignore. However, just as the seemingly peaceful and beautiful appearance of spring often hides a violent storm, the road to success is never smooth and without setbacks.

Su Mengyao achieved remarkable success with her superb embroidery skills, but this also aroused the jealousy and hostility of countless people inside and outside the palace.

Those who were jealous of her glory set up sinister conspiracies and deadly traps one after another in an attempt to hinder her progress.

And every time facing such a difficult challenge, it is like a life-and-death test, severely testing Su Mengyao's wisdom and courage.

The embroidery created by Su Mengyao was a great success in the palace, attracting countless people's admiration and pursuit.

But at the same time, some nobles with ulterior motives were secretly plotting in dark corners how to suppress this suddenly rising newcomer.

"Su Mengyao's growth is truly astonishingly rapid! If we allow her to continue this unstoppable momentum, it won't be long before the entire palace and even the capital will be overshadowed by her brilliance. No, we absolutely cannot sit idly by and watch. We must quickly come up with an effective way to curb her unstoppable upward momentum."

In an airtight secret room, the powerful noble spoke in a low voice, his narrow eyes flashing with a cunning and sinister cold light from time to time.

Su Mengyao sat under the carved window of the embroidery workshop. The sunlight shone through the thin window paper onto the satin in front of her, casting a soft halo.

She lowered her head slightly, staring intently at the needle and thread in her hand, as if the whole world was left with only this small piece of silk and that slender silver needle.

Her fingers moved nimbly across the silk, and every stitch and every thread was poured with all her effort and emotion.

The silk threads shuttled and intertwined between her fingertips, gradually outlining an exquisite pattern, like a blooming flower, delicate and gorgeous.

At this moment, she didn't know that a huge storm was quietly approaching her.

"Mengyao, have you heard the rumors in the palace?"

A soft voice broke the silence. It turned out to be her personal maid Xiaohuan. Xiaohuan walked quietly to Su Mengyao and spoke in a low voice, her eyes full of worry.

Su Mengyao paused her hand movements when she heard this, but soon returned to normal.

She slowly raised her head, looked at Xiaohuan, smiled slightly and said, "Xiaohuan, don't worry. Those rumors are just dust in the wind and will eventually blow away. I just need to concentrate on doing my embroidery well, and I believe that they will speak for me."

When she said this, her eyes were clear and firm, without any fear or retreat.

Although she said this, Su Mengyao's heart was actually quite moved.

After all, people's words are scary, especially in this palace that is as deep as the sea. Any slight disturbance may cause an uproar.

But she knew very well that the more times like this, the more she needed to remain calm and composed.

Sure enough, not long after, a carefully planned conspiracy began to unfold in the palace.

One day, the emperor gave a banquet to entertain his ministers and concubines. During the banquet, there was a lot of drinking and toasting.

Just as everyone was chatting and laughing, a gorgeously dressed noble lady suddenly stood up, picked up a glass of wine, and walked towards Su Mengyao in a swaying manner.

When she walked in front of Su Mengyao, she suddenly twisted her foot and the whole glass of wine spilled directly onto the embroidery placed next to Su Mengyao.

Suddenly, the embroidery, which was originally brightly colored and finely crafted, was stained with a large stain, looking disastrous.

"Oh! I'm so sorry, Miss Su, I accidentally spilled the wine."

The noble lady pretended to be surprised, but her face did not show any apology. Instead, she showed an unconcealable sense of pride.

Then, she sneered in a shrill voice: "Tsk tsk tsk, look at this so-called embroidery, it's just so-so, how can it be worthy of the title of palace item?" After saying that, she did not forget to glance at Su Mengyao with contempt.

At that moment, the whole scene seemed to freeze, and everyone's eyes were focused on Su Mengyao.

What is amazing is that this woman did not show any sign of panic in the face of such a sudden event.

She slowly and gracefully stood up from her seat, as light as a flower blooming in spring.

She smiled, her eyes firmly and confidently scanning the people around her, and then she said in a calm and clear voice:

"Everyone, although the embroidery is damaged, please believe that my exquisite skills are still preserved. Everything that happened today was just a trivial accident."

Her words flowed like a clear spring, full of wisdom and grace.

Her calmness and composure in the face of danger were truly impressive. The originally tense atmosphere was instantly eased by her witty and calm response. The people at the scene were stunned at first, and then showed expressions of admiration.

At this moment, Su Mengyao not only successfully resolved the embarrassing situation, but also won the respect of everyone present with her extraordinary courage and talent.