Embroidered Sorrow

The embroidery needle quenches the blood, and the blue thread entangles the soul!​ Tragedies occurred frequently in embroidery workshops in late spring. The mute girl Chuntao embroidered the word "escape" on Su Wan's palm and turned into a ghost in the dye vat that night. That embroidery needle was engraved with strange patterns, and every mark hid the blood and tears of the women who had been forcibly taken away. In order to celebrate his son, Landlord Zhang had already nailed their birthdays to the pillars of the ancestral hall!​ The moment Su Wan wore a red hijab and blindfolded her eyes, she smelled paper money mixed with the scent of Longjing. The hot word "Wan" on the silver bracelet on the bottom of the sedan chair is the secret code agreed by the seller Chen Mo; the three long and two short knocks of the sedan driver hide the escape route; even the peacock blue silk thread floating on the surface of the dye vat condenses into the shadow of spring peach under the moonlight, guiding her to find the truth in the embroidery cloth.​ The half embroidery needle that Mrs. Wang brought me and the one from Chuntao fit perfectly together to form a map of the burial of thirteen corpses! When the bloody lotus shadow bloomed in the fire in the ancestral hall, all the embroidery stitches suddenly connected into a secret text - it turned out that each lotus was embroidered with the name of the victim, and each thread was entangled with the obsession of revenge.​ The Blood Oath under the wisteria trellis is still in my ears, and the blue silk thread reborn from the ashes has been woven into a dragnet. How many buried grievances are hidden in this secret battle of embroidery, where lives are at stake? And can those two embroidery needles combined into one pierce the feudal prison and seek justice for the souls of the dead?