Legend of the Embroiderer

In the palace, the name Su Mengyao is like the brightest star in the night sky, shining brightly and glittering on every inch of the palace.

Whether it is the palace maids and eunuchs in the majestic palace or the gardeners in the depths of the courtyard, they are all familiar with this woman who combines beauty and wisdom.

On such a seemingly ordinary day, the gears of fate began to turn quietly.

The sunlight filtered through the vermilion window lattices and shone onto the deep and narrow corridors of the palace.

Su Mengyao was wearing a gorgeous brocade palace dress and strolling gracefully.

Suddenly, a figure appeared not far ahead, attracting all her attention.

When she saw the figure clearly, she was stunned as if struck by lightning.

Seeing the woman in front of her, her face was exactly the same as hers! Su Mengyao's heartbeat suddenly accelerated and her breathing became rapid.

Her eyes widened in disbelief, and her feet seemed to be nailed down, unable to move at all.

"This...how is this possible?" she murmured to herself, her voice trembling slightly, like a candle swaying in the wind.

Her eyes were fixed on the woman's face, as if she wanted to find the truth hidden behind that familiar yet unfamiliar face.

At the same time, the woman also noticed Su Mengyao. She also stopped, a hint of surprise and curiosity in her eyes.

The two of them just stared at each other quietly, and time seemed to stand still at this moment.

"Who are you?" Finally, the woman broke the silence and asked softly.

Her voice was soft and melodious, as pleasant as the sound of gurgling water, but it was full of doubts.

She looked at Su Mengyao's face carefully, trying to find some clues to solve the mystery in her heart.

Su Mengyao, filled with curiosity, approached the mysterious woman cautiously.

With every step forward, she could feel her heartbeat quickening. The desire for the unknown and the nervousness intertwined together made her breathing rapid.

She stared at the woman in front of her, all sorts of questions swirling in her mind:

Who was she? Why was she here in this inner palace? And why did she look so much like me, as if they were cut from the same mold?

These questions flooded into her mind like a tide, making her eager to find the answers.

So, Su Mengyao began to ask other people in the palace about this woman.

But whenever she mentioned this, the palace maids and eunuchs either looked embarrassed and hesitated, or simply kept silent and hurried away, as if she was asking about some unspeakable secret.

This secretive attitude made Su Mengyao feel confused and puzzled, and at the same time aroused her strong desire to explore.

"Who is she? Why does everyone avoid talking about her? Is her existence really a taboo?"

Su Mengyao muttered to herself, the doubts in her heart becoming heavier. But the more this became, the more determined she became to uncover this mystery.

At this moment, her beautiful eyes were shining with determination, like the brightest stars in the night sky.

She stretched out her slender fingers and gently stroked her cheek, carefully feeling the uncanny resemblance between herself and the woman.

This feeling is both familiar and unfamiliar, as if one can touch the truth hidden behind through one's skin.

"Have you ever seen a woman who looks like me?" Su Mengyao's gentle and soft yet slightly anxious voice echoed slowly in the empty palace corridor.

At this moment, her beautiful eyes were shining with a strong desire for the unknown truth.

She was seen moving gracefully and swiftly through the corridors of the palace. Wherever she went, every time she asked someone, her expectant expression became more intense.

What was strange was that every time she mentioned that mysterious woman, the expressions of the palace maids around her would instantly change.

Everyone looked as panicked as a frightened bird, as if this topic had touched upon some unspeakable taboo.

As for those eunuchs who usually act arrogantly, they were even more secretive about this matter and avoided talking about it.

Their evasive eyes clearly revealed deep fear and taboo, as if the slightest contact would bring them fatal disaster.

At this moment, an old eunuch stepped forward and warned in a low voice:

"Mrs. Su Xiu Niang, this matter is no joke. It involves many things. Please don't ask any more questions!"

As he spoke, the old eunuch's hands began to tremble slightly involuntarily, as if he was trying hard to suppress the fear deep in his heart.

After Su Mengyao heard these words, her already extremely heavy heart sank even more.

She could clearly feel that the atmosphere in the entire palace had gradually become extremely tense as she continued to explore.

At this moment, countless questions surged in her mind:

"Why is everyone so taboo about this topic? What is the identity of that mysterious woman? What kind of intricate connection do we have with her? What unknown secrets are hidden behind all these mysteries..."

The depths of the palace are like a maze, and every corridor and every palace seems to hide unknown secrets.

These secrets are like treasures buried deep underground, attracting people to explore, but at the same time exuding a dangerous atmosphere.

Su Mengyao was a shining pearl in the palace, her beauty and intelligence attracted everyone's attention.

When she discovered the woman who looked exactly like her, the curiosity in her heart burned like a ignited fire.

Who is this mysterious woman? Why does she look so similar to herself? All these questions linger in Su Mengyao's mind, driving her to make up her mind to conduct a private investigation.

However, she never expected that her action would attract the attention of certain forces in the palace.

Those eyes that were secretly watching her were like poisonous snakes, closely watching her every move, waiting for the opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.

On such a seemingly ordinary day, Su Mengyao was strolling alone in the corridor of the palace.

Suddenly, a small and rapid whisper reached her ears. She stopped and listened attentively with bated breath.

It turned out that two palace maids were whispering. Their voices were so low that they were almost inaudible, but the fear and warning in them were clearly perceptible.

"That woman... is a taboo in the palace. No one dares to mention her!" said a palace maid tremblingly.

Another maid quickly chimed in, "Yes, I heard that anyone who inquires about her affairs will suffer misfortune!"

Su Mengyao's heart sank suddenly. She had originally thought it was just a simple mystery of her life experience, but she didn't expect that this woman's identity was much more complicated than she had imagined.

She couldn't help but feel a chill running down her spine, and her hands and feet felt a bit cold. But her strong curiosity kept her from giving up.

So she quietly hid behind a pillar and carefully observed the expressions of the two palace maids, hoping to capture more useful clues from the changes in their expressions.

As time went by, the maids continued their conversation. One of them, as if noticing something, suddenly raised her head and looked around.

Su Mengyao quickly shrank her body tighter, fearing that she would be discovered.