"There is a rumor in the capital that on the day when Xiao Chengyu, the general of Zhenbei, took in his new concubine, he threw Yun Niang's Supa in the bride's face and said: 'Keep her souvenir for three years, and then bring up the matter of raising a concubine.'
Su Qingtang held the handkerchief and knelt on the bluestone floor. The Purana Sutra in the embroidered bandage made her fingers tremble. She should have thought long ago that this face that resembled Yun Niang was just a stepping stone.
But when Xiao Chengyu drunkenly broke into her embroidery room late at night, pressed her down in front of the embroidery bed and whispered, "Yunniang used to like to embroider lotuses like this," she accidentally pricked his palm with the tip of her needle: "Does the general know that Yunniang's handkerchief was embroidered by me when I was ten years old?"
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His movements paused, and he was completely drunk.
It turns out that the love handkerchief Yun Niang asked for was not handmade by a famous craftsman at all, but was embroidered by a little embroiderer with braids in a Suzhou alley who hid behind the door for three nights. It turned out that the 'substitute' he thought was the one who should be remembered the most in that old relationship; it turned out that every day he used Yun Niang's relics to torture her, he was using the tip of a knife to gouge out his own heart.
When Su Qingtang embroidered a lotus flower on his palm and blood seeped into the stitches, Xiao Chengyu suddenly smiled.
He drew his sword and cut open his arm, and wrote eight bloody words on the marriage certificate: 'I will not marry anyone other than your wife in this life': 'In the past, I was blind and took my sincerity as a substitute; now in my place, I will use my life to embroider the Bingdilian lotus for you for the rest of my life.
