Su Qingyin's life should have been like the embroidery thread under her fingers, smooth and smooth, weaving a peaceful life in the Jiangnan water town. She is the most famous embroiderer in the Su family embroidery workshop. Her skillful hands can make peonies reveal their fragrance and birds flutter their wings. Until that day, the artillery fire of the fall of the motherland reached the door of her home, and she was forcibly abducted by the enemy's marshal Lu Shiyuan. He photographed the cold military map in front of her and smiled cruelly and charmingly: "Miss Su, I heard that your double-sided embroidery can deceive everyone's eyes. Copy it for me in a month." From then on, one side of Su Qingyin's embroidery was the beautiful mountains and rivers dedicated to the enemy country, and the other side was the code she wrote to her homeland with the tip of a needle and her blood. She used embroidery thread as a pen to transform the enemy's movements, strength, and supplies into Morse code among flowers, birds, fish, and insects. The five petals of a plum blossom represent fifty thousand soldiers; the scale pattern of a koi carp hides supply routes. She was walking on thin ice every step of the way as she dealt with the cold and suspicious enemy marshal and the comrades lurking on the side, waiting for an opportunity to respond. Lu Shiyuan pinched her chin more than once, his eyes as sharp as an eagle: "Su Qingyin, you'd better not let me discover that there is something else hidden under this needle and thread." Su Qingyin just lowered his eyes and smiled, the silver needles on his fingertips reflecting cold light: "Young Master is joking, I am a weak woman, what else can I do besides embroidery?" What she did was to use softness to overcome hardness, use needles as blades, stir up thunder in silent places, and create an immortal legend of "one embroidery needle can defeat ten thousand armies".
