Legend of the Embroiderer

In the bustling and bustling city of Chang'an, sunlight shines through the carved window lattices into an exquisitely decorated boudoir.

The room is filled with various valuable antiques and exquisite furnishings, showing the wealth and grandeur of the owner.

Su Mengyao, who was lying on the bed, slowly woke up, and her eyes, which had been closed for a long time, slowly opened.

At first, all that came into view was a hazy and blurred light and shadow, as if looking at the world through a veil.

Gradually, the lights and shadows became clearer, revealing the scene inside the house.

A noisy and bustling sound of voices also reached her ears, including the hawkers' cries, the conversations of pedestrians and the rumble of carriages, all interwoven to form a unique city symphony.

Su Mengyao lay quietly on a large rosewood bed with exquisite carvings. The soft mattress made her feel very comfortable.

The bed curtains hung down gently, covering her like a layer of gauze, giving her a sense of elusive mystery.

The air is filled with a faint herbal aroma, and the fresh smell is refreshing.

However, at this moment, Su Mengyao's mind was blank. The memories of the past were like smoke blown away by a gust of wind. No matter how hard she tried to recall, she could not grasp the slightest clue.

At this moment, an urgent and affectionate call suddenly broke the silence: "Mengyao, you finally woke up!"

Hearing this voice, Su Mengyao subconsciously turned her head and saw a middle-aged woman in gorgeous clothes walking quickly towards the bed.

The woman had a pretty face. Although there were tears in the corners of her eyes, she still looked graceful and elegant.

Her face was filled with a complex expression of worry and surprise. As soon as she saw Su Mengyao wake up, she couldn't wait to rush to the bedside.

Su Mengyao stared at the woman in front of her, and a sense of intimacy inexplicably surged in her heart.

Although she knew nothing about her past, this feeling was so real and strong, as if it was innate. But then, deep confusion surged into her heart like a tide, quickly drowning out the warmth that had just emerged.

"Where... am I?" Su Mengyao's voice was as weak as a candle in the wind, filled with endless confusion and doubt.

She struggled to sit up, but her body seemed to have lost control, limp and powerless, as if all the strength in her body had been drained away.

Seeing her daughter so weak, the middle-aged woman felt distressed. She quickly reached out and gently supported Su Mengyao, saying softly, "Child, you are at home now, don't be afraid."

As she said this, the woman's voice trembled slightly, and tears rolled down her eyes uncontrollably. Her eyes were full of pity and uneasiness for Su Mengyao.

Su Mengyao slowly turned around and scanned every corner of the room. The furnishings in the room exuded a simple yet refined atmosphere, as if taking people back to the distant Tang Dynasty.

The carved tables and chairs, exquisite screens and ancient paintings hanging on the walls all display the unique charm of that era.

For some reason, when she saw these objects, she felt an indescribable sense of familiarity.

This feeling was fleeting, quickly swallowed up by a deeper confusion. She tried hard to recall the past, but her mind was filled with a heart-wrenching blank, and she couldn't remember anything no matter how hard she tried.

The world outside was already in an uproar over her disappearance. The streets were crowded with people, gathered in groups of three or five, whispering and discussing.

Su Mengyao's name became the hottest topic of conversation in the streets of Chang'an. Whether in the bustling teahouses, the fragrant wine-filled taverns, or even the heavily guarded inner palace, rumors about the missing young lady of the Su family could be heard everywhere.

Her sudden disappearance not only plunged her family and friends into extreme panic, but also attracted the attention of various media outlets, which rushed to report this bizarre incident.

For a time, all kinds of speculations and rumors spread like a tide in the market.

Some said she was abducted by the powerful, others said she was involved in palace secrets, and still others speculated that she was persecuted by some evil force...

Su Mengyao, caught in the center of this chaotic vortex, was gripped by fear and anxiety. She stared helplessly at the unfamiliar surroundings, her eyes wide open, completely bewildered.

At this moment, she didn't know who she was, nor did she know why she appeared inexplicably in this place.

However, deep in her heart, a powerful urge was constantly surging. It was a desire for the truth, an obsession to dispel the fog and recover lost memories.

She knows very well that the journey ahead is not just a simple journey of searching for memories, but a thrilling adventure about self-knowledge and destiny choices!

Deep within the bustling and bustling city of Chang'an, lies a magnificent mansion, the Su Mansion. This mansion boasts deep courtyards, scattered pavilions and towers, shaded by lush trees and vibrant flowers.

In such a beautiful mansion, there is a little-known secret hidden.

At this moment, in the most secluded corner of the Su Mansion, in an exquisitely decorated boudoir, Su Mengyao was sitting alone quietly in front of an antique bronze mirror.

The bronze mirror clearly reflected her beautiful and elegant face, but her eyes, which should have been bright and moving, now revealed a deep confusion.

She gently stretched out her right hand and slowly stroked her cheek, which was as smooth and delicate as mutton-fat jade, as if she wanted to awaken the memories sleeping in her heart through this touch.

No matter how hard she tried, the memories in her mind were like dust blown away by a gust of wind, floating everywhere, leaving only some scattered fragments flashing before her eyes, but she could never piece together a complete and clear story.

"Who am I? Why am I in this place?" Su Mengyao murmured to herself, her voice so soft that only she could hear it.

But even so, the slightly trembling tone still revealed her deep fear of the unknown and strong doubts about her own identity.

At this time, the bright sunlight outside the house poured down like mercury through the carved window lattices and fell on Su Mengyao.

This sunshine, which should have brought warmth and light to people, failed to dispel the heavy haze in her heart.

Finally, Su Mengyao slowly stood up. Her petite and fragile body seemed extremely firm at this moment.

She walked towards the door with slightly heavy steps. With each step, she could feel the ground beneath her feet, as if desperately resisting her forward steps, but she did not retreat.

"Miss, you have been working hard for a long time. You should rest early."

Just as Su Mengyao was about to step out of the door, a slightly old voice suddenly sounded behind her.

It turned out to be an elderly maid with a kind face and gray hair, who was looking at her with concern.

Su Mengyao slowly turned around, shook her head slightly at the maid, and said, "No, grandma. I must find out the mystery of my life experience and find the past that I have forgotten."

After that, she ignored the maid's dissuasion and resolutely walked out of the room, embarking on a difficult journey to find the truth...

The maid sighed helplessly, thinking secretly about Su Mengyao's stubborn temper.

She knew very well that once this young lady made up her mind to do something, even nine bulls working together would be unable to pull her back on track.

Faced with such a situation, the maid had no choice but to slowly and silently leave the room, while silently praying for Su Mengyao's safety and success in her heart.

Su Mengyao walked lightly through the long and quiet corridor and finally arrived at the door of the study.

Gently pushing open the door, the unique scent of old books hit me. Inside the study, I saw a variety of ancient books and scrolls piled up everywhere, some neatly arranged on the bookshelves, some scattered haphazardly around the desk.

Each ancient book seems to carry a story that has been forgotten by time, and perhaps one of them contains key clues to her past experiences.

With full of anticipation and uneasiness, Su Mengyao casually took a yellowed medical book from the bookshelf.

However, when she turned the pages, she was surprised to find that no matter how hard she tried, she could hardly concentrate fully on the book.

Those densely packed words were like lively elves, dancing happily in front of her eyes, but they could never truly enter her heart.

At this moment, a faint sound of footsteps came from afar. Then, a doctor in a cyan robe walked into the study with steady steps.

His brows were tightly furrowed and his expression was solemn, revealing his deep worry about Su Mengyao's current condition.

Su Mengyao looked up at the sound, and her eyes happened to meet the doctor's. In an instant, a faint but clearly visible glimmer of hope flashed in her eyes.

She couldn't wait to ask, "Doctor, do you think... there is really a chance for me to regain the memory I lost?" Her words revealed endless desire and expectation.

The doctor frowned slightly and was silent for a while before he slowly spoke:

"The issue of memory is like the mist that permeates the mountains – vague and elusive, making it difficult to grasp and understand accurately. But please rest assured, I will do my best to help you."

After hearing what the doctor said, Su Mengyao felt a complex and inexplicable wave of emotions rising in her heart.

On the one hand, she looked forward with great joy to regaining those precious memories that had been lost.

But on the other hand, she couldn't help but feel a little anxious. What if those forgotten memories hid some unknown and shocking secrets?

Thinking of this, Su Mengyao couldn't help but gently close her eyes, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled. After repeating this several times, she tried hard to calm her restless heart.

Finally, when Su Mengyao opened her eyes again, the flickering light in her eyes became more determined.

It seemed as if at this moment, she had made up her mind, no matter how bumpy and thorny the road ahead would be.

She would move forward without hesitation and keep going until she solved the mystery that had been bothering her for a long time and found out her true origins.