
Embroidering the Universe
by Leyou Xiaoyi
About This Novel
One stitch brings beauty and life. Shen Qingyi opened her eyes and became the lowest embroidery slave in the Huanyi Bureau of the Great Yong Dynasty. Ten fingers, twenty-seven needle holes, four of which pierced the nail caps. There is a picture of a hundred butterflies stretched out in front of me, thirty butterflies, six hours - I will die if I can't finish the embroidery. She is a national-level inheritor of intangible cultural heritage brocade patterns and has studied tens of thousands of ancient weaving and embroidery cultural relics. Her unforgettable memory of patterns and color aesthetics that transcend the times are her only bargaining chips. The butterflies she embroidered have plum blossoms hidden in the veins of their wings - you can't tell it without looking carefully, but those who understand can understand it at a glance. This is called dark pattern. Aunt Ge, the head of the clothing bureau, scolded her in public to "train for three more years", but turned around and tapped her sleeve three times - keep it, wait for it, protect it. It only took her three days to go from embroidery slave to embroidery mother in Shangyi Bureau. But her father's unjust case, the corruption of the Jiangnan Textile Department, and the secret hands of the Qi Palace are all waiting for her. She didn't want to survive. It is to find out the truth, rescue his father, and step by step to become the best weaver in the world. One shot, one life, she could afford to gamble.
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