Legend of the Embroiderer

At the palace banquet, the melodious sound of stringed instruments lingered in the ears like the gurgling of flowing water, and the tables were filled with sweet wine and delicacies, making people salivate.

Those nobles who came from famous and prestigious families were all dressed in gorgeous and colorful brocade clothes. They were either whispering to each other or laughing loudly, making the scene very lively.

In the midst of this bustling and noisy scene, Su Mengyao, the embroiderer who was famous both inside and outside Chang'an City, came slowly, holding her carefully crafted embroidery.

Each piece of embroidery is so exquisitely crafted and beautiful, with stitches as fine as hair, colorful and cleverly matched, as if it can bring the viewer into a dreamlike world.

In an instant, countless astonished eyes focused on these exquisite embroidery works.

Behind this seemingly harmonious and beautiful scene, there is actually a surging undercurrent quietly surging.

There was a jealous noble in the crowd who was extremely dissatisfied with Su Mengyao's fame and the praise given to her by everyone.

So, this person had evil intentions and deliberately planned to create trouble for Su Mengyao in order to damage her highly praised reputation.

In a flash, the nobleman took advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention and pretended to accidentally spill the wine glass in his hand. The wine in the glass was splashed all over Su Mengyao's embroidery without any protection.

In an instant, the originally bright and eye-catching embroidery was stained with a large mottled stain, which looked particularly abrupt and glaring.

Then the nobleman cried out in mock surprise:

"Oh my! Look at this embroidery. How can it not withstand the erosion of just a little bit of alcohol? I guess the skills of this so-called Su embroidery lady are just a reputation in vain!"

His words were full of undisguised sarcasm and provocation.

Faced with this sudden change, Su Mengyao felt a ball of burning anger suddenly surge in her heart.

But she knew very well that if she could not remain calm and composed at this moment, the other party would surely succeed, and the reputation she had worked hard to build over the years would be destroyed.

Despite the turbulent waves in her heart, she still maintained a calm and peaceful appearance on the surface.

Raising her head slightly, Su Mengyao said slowly in a gentle but firm tone:

"My Lords, please be patient and listen to me. This small piece of embroidery may seem insignificant, but within it lies the entire universe!"

As she spoke, her beautiful eyes flashed with an indomitable light, as if declaring to everyone that she would never easily succumb to the malicious slander of others.

She leaned over slightly and gently picked up the piece of embroidery stained by wine, as carefully as if she were holding a rare treasure in her hands.

Then, she slowly stood up, held up the embroidery high, and showed it to everyone present.

On the originally snow-white silk, a gorgeous peony was blooming its beauty.

Although a corner of the embroidery had been soaked by the wine, the peony was not affected at all and still bloomed brilliantly and lifelike.

At this moment, Su Mengyao opened her red lips slightly, and a clear and pleasant voice rang out like a nightingale singing:

"Please look, everyone! Although this embroidery has suffered such an accident, the peonies on it are still blooming proudly, just like the tolerance and magnanimity of our Tang Dynasty, which will never be dimmed by the slightest setback!"

Her words not only contain endless wisdom, but also reveal an admirable courage.

The nobles present were all deeply impressed by Su Mengyao's exquisite response.

Their eyes were fixed on the embroidery and the woman standing behind it, their eyes full of admiration.

Among them, an elderly nobleman couldn't help but sigh, "This Su embroidery lady is truly extraordinary! Not only is her embroidery skill superb, but her tolerance is also rare in the world."

As he spoke, his eyes were filled with respect, as if the person in front of him was not just an ordinary embroiderer, but a lady from a noble family worthy of everyone's admiration.

The watery moonlight poured down, reflecting on Su Mengyao's beautiful and refined face.

At this moment, her thoughts gradually drifted away, and the memories of the past were like exquisite embroidery scrolls slowly unfolding in her mind.

From her naiveté when she first started learning to her current proficiency, she has experienced countless challenges and hardships along the way.

But no matter whether she faced the ridicule of others or encountered technical difficulties that were difficult to overcome, she never gave up easily.

With her love for embroidery art and her innate intelligence and talent, she has overcome difficulties time and time again, constantly honing and improving her skills.

It is these precious experiences that have made her heart stronger and more determined; it is also these hard-won achievements that have enabled her to show her charm in front of many powerful people today and become the focus of everyone's attention.

In that quaint embroidery workshop, there was a dark corner where a faint candlelight flickered in the wind, as if it would go out at any moment.

In this dim light, Su Mengyao's figure is particularly eye-catching.

She sat there alone, her figure a little thin, but she exuded an air of unwavering determination.

Her slender fingers were like nimble butterflies, moving on the smooth silk.

Every stitch and every thread reflects her endless efforts and persistent pursuit of perfection.

The thread seemed to be given life in her hands, weaving into exquisite patterns.

At this time, the master of the embroidery workshop came slowly. He looked at Su Mengyao's focused look and couldn't help but persuade her softly:

"Mengyao, the night is already deep, why don't you rest? Overwork will hurt your body."

Su Mengyao looked up at the sound and gently shook her head at her master. Her eyes were clear and bright, revealing a resolute light that was impossible to ignore.

"Master, do you know? I have always dreamed of my embroidery being a shining star in the imperial court. To achieve this, I am willing to put in all my effort, even staying up all night."

Her tone was calm and resolute, as if nothing could stop her from moving forward.

The power struggles in the palace were like turbulent undercurrents hidden in the darkness, constantly impacting people's hearts. Su Mengyao was not intimidated by these dangers.

With her intelligence and extraordinary courage, she successfully overcame all kinds of difficulties and obstacles time and time again.

One day, when Su Mengyao was concentrating on embroidery, an old court official with a serious face quietly came to her.

He stared at the unfinished embroidery on the table, frowned slightly and said:

"Su Mengyao, your embroidery is indeed beautiful, but you must know that in this palace, embroidery is just a small pawn in the game of power."

Facing the old minister's warning, Su Mengyao simply smiled. Her smile was both humble and full of confidence.

She responded slowly, "Your Excellency is absolutely right, but I believe that even if the embroidery is insignificant, it can still showcase the unparalleled splendor of our Tang Dynasty. And I am willing to use my own hands to add a touch of splendor to the Tang Dynasty through each piece of embroidery!"

Every time facing a challenge, Su Mengyao's seemingly fragile body would burst out with amazing strength and courage.

These challenges that came one after another were like a raging fire, tempering her already tenacious heart and making it even more determined.

And through these repeated trials, her embroidery skills have improved steadily and become more sophisticated.

One day, sunlight shone through the window lattice into the embroidery workshop. Amidst the interweaving of light and shadow, a magnificent embroidery was lying quietly on the table, as if emitting a charming glow.

The embroidery master walked over slowly. He stared at the work, his eyes revealing an amazement and admiration that was difficult to conceal.

After a long while, he raised his head and looked at Su Mengyao standing beside him, and said softly:

"Mengyao, your embroidery has surpassed my teacher's. Now you are even better than me. So, what do you want to do next?"

Hearing the master's words, Su Mengyao raised her head slightly and looked straight ahead with a firm gaze. Her beautiful face looked particularly charming in the sunlight.

After a brief pause, she opened her red lips and responded in a clear and confident voice:

"Master, I already have a goal in mind. I want the embroidery I create to not only become the pride of the people of the Tang Dynasty, but also to be exported abroad, so that the whole world can witness the supreme splendor of our Tang Dynasty with their own eyes!"

Before she finished speaking, a surge of ambition and passion gushed out of her body, as if it could break through the sky in an instant.