Legend of the Embroiderer

Perhaps because they felt that there was nothing unusual around them, the palace maids began to discuss in low voices again.

At this time, Su Mengyao could no longer suppress the impulse in her heart. She took a deep breath and slowly walked out of the shadows.

"What are you talking about?" Although Su Mengyao's voice sounded very gentle, it contained an unquestionable firmness.

When the palace maids saw her suddenly appear, they were frightened out of their wits.

Their faces turned pale, and their eyes showed fear and helplessness. Obviously, they had never expected Su Mengyao to eavesdrop on their conversation here.

"Ms. Su Xiu Niang, we...we really don't know anything!" The palace maid stammered, her body trembling slightly uncontrollably.

Her originally calm face was now distorted by extreme fear.

His voice was trembling violently, as if every word he spoke was a great torture. He was deeply afraid that if he accidentally said something wrong, he would be killed.

Another palace maid next to her kept her lips tightly closed, not even daring to breathe, for fear that any sound would attract other people's attention and bring herself into trouble.

Her hands were clenched tightly together, her knuckles had turned white from exerting so much force, and she curled up in the corner like a frightened rabbit, not daring to move.

Yet, deep within this seemingly magnificent palace, there lie countless unknown secrets and thrilling power struggles.

These secrets and struggles are intertwined to form an intricate web that traps the people in it and makes it difficult to escape.

In such a turbulent environment, Su Mengyao unexpectedly discovered a woman who looked almost exactly like herself by an extremely accidental coincidence.

This surprising discovery was like a flash of lightning across the night sky, instantly illuminating the doubts that had long been in Su Mengyao's heart.

She keenly realized that the true identity of this mysterious woman was likely inextricably linked to the shadowy power struggles and hidden secrets in the palace.

At this moment, Su Mengyao stood quietly in a dark corner of the palace. The surroundings were quiet, with only the occasional breeze gently ruffling her skirt.

Her eyes were always fixed firmly on the front, and the flickering light in them was as glittering as the brightest stars in the night sky.

Deep in her heart, a voice kept echoing, becoming clearer and more powerful - "No matter what difficulties and obstacles are waiting for me ahead, no matter how many thorns are there, I must uncover the secret hidden behind the fog!"

Although her words were not loud, the unwavering will contained in them was so strong, like a sharp sword.

It pierces straight into the unknown dark abyss, declaring her determination to move forward bravely and never retreat.

In the palace, the struggle for power is like a dense, crisscrossing and bottomless net that tightly entangles everyone involved.

No matter they are powerful princes and nobles or lowly palace maids and eunuchs, all of them are struggling in this web just to defend their own status and interests.

Su Mengyao knew very well that the investigation she launched was like a sharp sword, which might ruthlessly pierce the secrets that some people tried hard to hide, thus touching their most sensitive nerves.

If you do this, not only will you be in great danger, you may even lose your life.

The burning curiosity deep in her heart and her thirsty and persistent pursuit of the truth made it impossible for her to stop.

One day, Su Mengyao accidentally met a respected old minister on a path in the palace.

The old minister looked her up and down with a meaningful look, then slowly said:

"Mrs. Su Xiu Niang, I've noticed recently that you've shown unusual interest in that woman."

As he spoke, his eyes inadvertently revealed a barely perceptible warning, as if he was admonishing Su Mengyao not to dig any deeper.

Facing the old minister's questioning, Su Mengyao raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a calm and elegant smile.

She responded with a tone that was both polite and resolute, "You are joking, my lord. I am merely curious. After all, the palace is full of fascinating stories, isn't it?"

She cleverly blends a bit of wit and dexterity into her words, making it difficult to discern her true intentions.

Obviously, Su Mengyao knew very well how to gain a foothold in this treacherous palace environment, to stick to her own position and never give up her unremitting exploration of the truth easily.

As Su Mengyao continued to investigate the secrets hidden behind the woman who looked exactly like her, the atmosphere in the entire Chang'an Palace began to change little by little, and gradually a depressing and tense atmosphere permeated the air.

Her light yet firm footsteps echoed continuously in the long and winding corridor, as if every small step she took was like stepping heavily on a tautly stretched string.

There were crisp and short sounds, and these slight noises seemed to indicate that a huge storm was about to sweep in.

At this moment, a palace maid exuding mystery quietly entered Su Mengyao's field of vision.

The figure of this palace maid was like a ghost, elusive and elusive, and she would often suddenly appear when Su Mengyao was least alert and least expected it.

And whenever this palace maid appeared in front of Su Mengyao, her eyes as deep as the sea would reveal an indescribable warning.

Finally, in a seemingly ordinary yet coincidental "encounter", the mysterious palace maid took advantage of the fact that no one was around and whispered to Su Mengyao in a low voice:

"Mrs. Su Xiu Niang, you must be very careful! At this moment, you are gradually entering an extremely dangerous game."

After hearing these words, Su Mengyao's heart, which had been hanging in the air, suddenly sank. She could clearly feel that every word uttered from the mouth of this palace maid contained deep mystery and great significance.

So, she stopped walking without hesitation and stared straight into the eyes of the palace maid in front of her, trying to find some useful clues or answers through her gaze.

Then, Su Mengyao pressed on with a slightly anxious tone, "What kind of game is this? Also, what do you know about it? Please tell me the truth!"

The palace maid remained silent and just shook her head slightly. The movement was as gentle as the breeze blowing across the lake, almost imperceptible.

Then, like a ghost, she quietly disappeared into the deep shadows of the palace and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, Su Mengyao was the only one left in the vast palace. The deathly silence around her sent a chill down her spine, but facing the increasingly confusing mystery before her, she showed no intention of retreating.

On the contrary, her heart, which was already filled with doubts and anxieties, now burned like a ignited flame.

"No matter what difficulties and obstacles await me ahead, even if it's through mountains of swords and seas of fire, or even dangerous places, I will uncover the truth hidden deep within the palace at all costs!"

Su Mengyao clenched her fists tightly and secretly made a vow in her heart.

That firm and resolute gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the thick fog and get to the heart of the matter.