Thousand Embroidery Slash

On her wedding night in the depths of winter, her own father shoved her into an icy river with his own hands.

"The Shen family wants a martyr's grave. We will not let a wanton bear our name!" This was the last judgment Shen Zhiyu heard before she died.

Three years later, the head of the Xue Embroidery House, a rising establishment in the capital, stunned the Empress Dowager's birthday banquet in a plain white robe.

A double-sided Suzhou embroidery transformed into "Lights in Ten Thousand Homes," pinning the century-old noble Shen family to the Pillar of Deception Against the Emperor. Amid the uproar, she smiled faintly. "You've mistaken me for someone else. The grass on Miss Shen's grave is already three feet tall."

The powerful who had once cast her aside like trash now flocked to her:

Her former fiance knelt and offered her a map of the empire. "Zhiyu, the throne is yours alone."

Her birth mother, the Queen of Loulan, sent a blood-written plea for help. "Come home, my princess."

But she burned the phoenix crown in front of everyone, letting the ashes fall onto her embroidery frame. "What I want is the needle in the hands of countless poor women!"

When the River-Ice Stitching Technique embroidered ten thousand miles of blood and tears, and the secret art of kesi weaving became a Buddhist chant that drove back the enemy,

only then did the world understand: the road paved with shattered jade was the ladder to the heavens.