Legend of the Embroiderer

After saying that, he stared at Su Mengyao with sharp eyes, trying to catch a hint of panic or guilt in the other's expression.

Facing Li Xun's aggressive questioning, a barely perceptible glimmer of determination flashed across Su Mengyao's eyes.

Then, she took a deep breath, kept her voice calm but powerful, and said, "Your Highness, this is wrong.

Although Mengyao is a woman, she has known the importance of "loyalty and righteousness" since she was a child.

Today, our Tang Dynasty is in its heyday, and we urgently need many loyal and virtuous people to assist the emperor in governing the country.

Meng Yao knows that she is not very talented and well-educated, and although she does not dare to compare herself to those loyal ministers and generals, she believes that she has never had any disloyalty to the court.

As soon as Su Mengyao spoke these righteous words, the nobles around her who were originally whispering and discussing were immediately shocked.

They never imagined that this seemingly weak and gentle woman had such extraordinary wit and courage, and was able to face the prince's accusations fearlessly in public and make such a brilliant response.

Li Xun's expression became even more gloomy and ugly because of Su Mengyao's words.

He never expected that the woman in front of him could handle his difficulties so calmly and even won the secret admiration of others present.

"Hmph! Just a flatterer!" Li Xun snorted coldly, his stern eyes fixed on Su Mengyao in front of him, and his voice revealed a hint of threat without any concealment, as if he was a beast about to pounce on its prey.

Faced with such a fierce momentum, Su Mengyao remained calm. She took a deep breath and tried to calm her slightly panicked heart.

Because she knew very well that the current situation was both a severe test and a rare opportunity for her.

After calming down for a moment, Su Mengyao slowly opened her cherry lips and whispered:

"Your Highness, please calm down. Although Mengyao may not possess extraordinary talent, her heartfelt devotion to the Tang Dynasty is evident to all. As long as I can contribute even a small part to the Tang Dynasty, even if it means risking my life, I will do it. If Your Highness has any questions or difficulties that require resolution, please let me know. Mengyao will listen attentively and will do her utmost to offer her advice."

As Su Mengyao finished speaking, the originally lively banquet suddenly fell into silence.

Everyone held their breath, not daring to make the slightest sound, for fear of accidentally angering the prince who was already in a rage.

All eyes were focused on Li Xun at this moment, and everyone was quietly waiting for his next reaction.

In this suffocating atmosphere of silence, only Su Mengyao still maintained that rare calmness and composure.

Her beautiful eyes were as clear as water, sparkling with unwavering light, extraordinary intelligence and cleverness.

At this moment, this sudden conflict is not only a huge test of her ability to respond quickly, but also a severe test of whether she is truly loyal to the Tang Dynasty.

In the prosperous core area of ​​the Tang Dynasty, stands an ancient and mysterious library.

This library is like a treasure house of knowledge, housing tens of thousands of books, each of which carries the accumulation of years and the crystallization of wisdom.

It is not only a vast ocean of endless knowledge, but also a faithful witness of the vicissitudes of history.

On this day, Su Mengyao, a female official who was extremely intelligent and talented, stepped carefully into this sacred palace of knowledge with full of expectation and curiosity.

The purpose of her visit was very clear, to explore the key truths hidden deep in the history of the Tang Dynasty.

Upon entering the library, the first thing that catches your eye is the towering rows of bookshelves, towering like giants, silently guarding these precious books. The air is filled with a refreshing aroma, a unique blend of the unique fragrance of ancient wood and the rich scent of ink. This tranquil and mysterious atmosphere is intoxicating.

Su Mengyao's eyes were like a nimble little bird, moving quickly between the bookshelves.

She stretched out her slender fingers and gently stroked the slightly yellowed pages, as if she was touching a long-lost historical memory.

Her heart was filled with an extreme desire for knowledge, as if these books were the key to unlocking the mysteries of history.

"The Annals of the Tang Dynasty", "Essentials of the Zhenguan Era"... Su Mengyao murmured the titles of the books softly, concentrating on searching for historical books that might contain key information.

Finally, she found a few ancient books that she had longed for. She couldn't wait to hold them in her hands and slowly open them.

However, something unexpected happened! When she read with hope, she was surprised to find that some crucial chapters in the book had been deliberately erased, leaving only shocking blanks.

This sudden change left Su Mengyao shocked and confused. Who was so bold? Why did they cover up the truth of history?

Countless questions flooded her mind, making her more determined to uncover the mystery.

Her brows were tightly furrowed together, like two deep grooves carved into her forehead, so tightly furrowed that one couldn't help but worry that they would never relax.

A strong sense of foreboding surged into her heart like a tide, instantly drowning her.

Those important information that should have existed have now disappeared inexplicably. It is obvious that this is not an accidental thing, but someone has done it deliberately and deliberately, with the purpose of covering up the unknown historical truth.

A trace of determination and resolve suddenly flashed in the depths of Su Mengyao's eyes, like a bright meteor suddenly streaking across the night sky.

She secretly told herself that she must not give up so easily!

Because she firmly believes that the true historical truth must be hidden in a corner of this seemingly ordinary library, waiting for someone to unveil its mysterious veil.

"How could this happen? It's impossible! How could the glorious history of the Tang Dynasty be erased so inexplicably?"

Su Mengyao's voice was filled with anger and unwillingness that was hard to conceal, like a wounded beast growling softly.

Then, without hesitation, she threw herself into the intense search work again.

I saw her carefully picking up one heavy book after another and flipping through the pages, afraid of missing even the slightest useful clue.

She did not miss any corner of the library, and even the most inconspicuous places were carefully checked.