mtl008 Chapter 1160 Conquering a Single Embroidery Needle
Chapter 1160 Conquering a Single Embroidery Needle
Murong Yan, the female emperor who made decisive decisions and guided the country in the imperial court.
When it comes to needlework, I'm a complete "hand-clumsy person".
Her delicate hands should have been wielding the imperial seal and reviewing memorials.
When faced with an embroidery needle thinner than a hair.
It appeared so clumsy and powerless.
It's not that the thread was wrong.
It means I pricked my own hand.
In just half an hour.
Her fair, jade-like fingers were already covered with tiny, blood-red needle marks.
The maids and servants watching were terrified and heartbroken.
"Your Majesty...Your Majesty, perhaps we should let this old servant do it?"
Granny Li simply couldn't bear to watch any longer.
Why would you do this to yourself?
"Need not."
Murong Yan stubbornly shook her head.
She looked at her useless hands, a glint of defiance flashing in her eyes.
"I refuse to believe it."
"I can conquer the entire Great Qian Dynasty."
"Can't we even conquer this mere embroidery needle?"
She took a deep breath and picked up the needle and thread again.
Once again, she clumsily but resolutely began her first creative endeavor.
At this moment, she was still wearing the Phoenix Descent Dress, which served as her only nightgown.
The extremely dark black Suzhou brocade fabric complemented the ink-black "Black Clouds Treading on Snow" brocade in her hand.
It's like a perfect fusion of the night sky and stars.
The giant phoenix embroidered with real gold thread seemed to be cheering on its clumsy yet persistent owner.
Her phoenix eyes shone with a gentle yet encouraging light.
The five-zhang-long (approximately 10 meters) long, dark gold Suzhou brocade train was piled up haphazardly at her feet.
A few drops of her bright red blood, which she had accidentally dripped, were still scattered on it.
The luxurious disarray added a touch of heartbreaking, poignant beauty.
at this time.
The study door was gently pushed open.
After finishing his official duties, Lin Zhen came in carrying a bowl of rock sugar pear soup that he had personally prepared for her.
"Yan'er, what are you busy with?"
Lin Zhen's voice carried a hint of indulgent laughter.
He imagined he would see his lovely little wife lounging on a soft couch, reading a book in a relaxed manner.
But he never expected this.
What he saw was a scene that left him speechless.
His Empress was sitting upright in front of the dressing table.
He was holding an embroidery needle in his hand.
He was struggling with a piece of black fabric, stitch by stitch.
Standing beside her was Li Mama, the chief embroiderer of the Imperial Household Department.
Along with several nervous-looking palace maids.
"You... what are you doing?"
Lin Zhen's mind was a little confused.
Murong Yan stiffened abruptly upon hearing his voice.
She instinctively tried to hide the piece of crookedly embroidered fabric in her hand behind her back.
But it was too late.
Lin Zhen had already strode over.
When he saw Murong Yan's slender fingers, which were covered with tiny needle marks and even had a few places that were slightly bleeding, he was shocked.
His pupils suddenly contracted!
An indescribable mix of heartache and anger surged into his heart instantly!
"How is this going?!"
His voice was as cold as if it came from the deepest hell.
"Who gave you permission to touch these things?!"
He snatched the needle and thread from Murong Yan's hand.
He crashed hard to the ground!
Then, he turned his head and stared intently at Li Mama and several palace maids, who were already terrified, with a look that seemed to want to kill them!
"Did you force her to do this?!"
"Your Highness...Your Highness, spare me! Your Highness, spare me!"
The maids and servants were so frightened by his overwhelming murderous aura that they all knelt down with a thud.
They kowtowed repeatedly, one after another.
"No...it has nothing to do with them!"
Murong Yan realized he had misunderstood and quickly explained.
"It was...it was my own choice to learn..."
"You want to learn it yourself?"
Lin Zhen's brows furrowed even more deeply.
He pulled Murong Yan's hand and looked at the glaring beads of blood on it.
I felt as if my heart was being pricked by needles, and it hurt terribly.
"Why are you learning this out of the blue?"
His voice was filled with undisguised heartache and reproach.
"Do you even know that your hands are meant to hold the imperial seal and review memorials?"
"It's for playing the zither and painting!"
"It's not meant for this kind of rough work!"
"I……"
Murong Yan's eyes reddened as she was scolded by him.
A wave of tears welled up in her eyes, filled with grievance.
She just wanted to make him a piece of clothing by hand.
Why is he so fierce?
Lin Zhen looked at her aggrieved expression, which was about to burst into tears.
The anger in my heart vanished instantly.
Instead, there was endless regret and self-blame.
How could he forget it?
His beloved wife, though she was a high and mighty empress.
But deep down, she's a little woman who needs to be loved and pampered.
His words must have hurt her.
"I'm sorry, Yan'er, I'm so sorry."
He quickly pulled her into his arms.
He gently rubbed his cheek against her soft, flowing hair.
"It's my fault, my husband. He shouldn't have been so mean to you."
"I just... I just feel so sorry for you."
He took her hand, placed it to his lips, and gently kissed the tiny needle marks on it.
The movements were so gentle, as if they were being handled with a rare treasure.
Murong Yan's heart softened instantly.
That little bit of grievance vanished without a trace.
She buried her face in his chest and mumbled something.
"I just... wanted to make you a dress by hand..."
"I know."
Lin Zhen's voice was so hoarse it was unrecognizable.
How could he not know?
He glanced at the magnificent, unparalleled Black Cloud Snow on the ground.
I glanced at it again; the piece in her hand was embroidered crookedly.
Yet, one could vaguely discern the outline of a Qilin (a mythical creature) in the fabric.
What else doesn't he understand?
This silly girl.
She actually wanted to use this priceless treasure that had long been lost.
Make him a qilin robe.
A tremendous, indescribable sense of happiness and emotion welled up within me.
Like a flood that has burst its banks, it instantly engulfed him completely.
He felt he was the happiest man in the world.
"Silly girl."
He held her tightly.
It was as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones.
"This garment doesn't need to be made."
"why?"
Murong Yan raised her head and looked at him with some confusion.
"Because,"
A gentle smile appeared on Lin Zhen's lips.
"You are the most precious gift I have ever received in my life."
"Having you is enough."
At this moment, Murong Yan was still wearing the Phoenix Descent Dress, which served as her only nightgown.
Under Lin Zhen's loving gaze, the extremely dark Suzhou brocade seemed to transform into the gentlest harbor.