The day she coughed blood while weaving brocade, the Buddhist monk broke his vow against killing.
Yun Zhiyue was reborn on the eve of her family’s massacre. In her previous life, her tendons were torn out and her skin flayed, and the tribute brocade she wove became her half-sister’s wedding dress when she was made a consort.
In this life, a prophecy appeared on plain silk stained with blood: [Patricide: The Liu Clan of the Eastern Pavilion. They will die within three quarters of an hour.]
“Your blood is poison that saves this humble monk.”
Xuan Jin licked the crimson from her fingertips and let his monk’s robe slip. The cloud pattern over his heart came from the same source as the handkerchief left by her deceased mother!
She gave her half-sister a bolt of luminous brocade. When moonlight touched the gold thread, words appeared: [Confess your crimes at midnight.]
That night, the entire city watched:
A noblewoman danced madly along Vermilion Bird Street: “I switched the tribute brocade! I poisoned my legitimate mother!”
She wove “Auspicious Rain Brocade” to end a devastating drought, and the people knelt, calling her a weaving immortal;
She embroidered the “True Dragon Banner” to defend the border, and enemy generals defected and pledged allegiance.
When the tyrant tried to destroy her looms, one hundred thousand weavers formed a protective array around her:
“We beg the young mistress to ascend and rule the realm!”
Later...
The “Map of the Realm” she had embroidered hung down from the golden palace ceiling. Xuan Jin shattered his prayer beads and knelt:
“Yun Jin will worship no one but my sovereign for the rest of his life.”
She stepped barefoot onto the dragon throne and smiled:
“Monk, I want you to be the warp and woof: your body for the warp, your soul for the woof...”
The bloodstained silver shuttle slipped open his lapel:
“Weave me an age of prosperity!”
