Legend of the Embroiderer

Chapter 112 Palace Rift 1

In the palace, the game of power is like a bottomless undercurrent, surging and rolling all the time.

Su Mengyao, this intelligent woman who has established herself in this complex palace with her extraordinary wisdom, has been experiencing an inexplicable strange feeling in her heart in recent days.

The source of this strange feeling came from her beloved Li Zhao.

The man who once made her trust him completely and with whom she could talk about anything, had become increasingly unpredictable recently. Sometimes he was passionate, and sometimes he was cold as ice, as if he had some important secret hidden in his heart and was unwilling to reveal it to her.

One day, as dusk was approaching, Su Mengyao strolled in the imperial garden as usual, hoping to relax her tense nerves with the fragrance and tranquility of the garden.

Fate always seemed to like arranging some unexpected encounters. When she turned around, she caught a glimpse of Li Zhao.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze. She subconsciously stopped and looked straight at the other person.

She tried to find the unreserved frankness and heartfelt kindness in Li Zhao's eyes, but what she saw was only evasion and alienation.

The gorgeous lights in the palace shone through the gaps between the branches and leaves, falling onto Li Zhao's face. The interweaving of light and shadow made his already difficult-to-guess expression even more confusing.

Looking at this familiar yet strange man in front of her, Su Mengyao's throat couldn't help but tighten slightly, and she blurted out in a trembling voice:

"Zhao, are you... still the person I know and trust?" As soon as she said this, even she could feel the uneasiness and deep doubts contained in it.

Facing Su Mengyao's questioning, Li Zhao slowly raised his head, but his eyes never dared to meet hers.

After a moment's silence, he finally responded. His voice was as low as the cold wind blowing quietly in the dark night, mixed with a subtle hint of helplessness:

"Mengyao, many times, in this treacherous palace, we have to face many difficult choices."

These words sounded so cold and ruthless to Su Mengyao, as if a sharp knife pierced her heart, causing her already anxious heart to sink into the bottomless abyss in an instant.

Su Mengyao stood quietly in a corner of the palace, but her heart was surging like a raging sea.

A strong feeling of unease surged in her heart, as if an invisible hand was tightly grasping her heart, making it difficult for her to breathe.

She looked into the distance with a serious gaze. The numerous buildings and pavilions of the palace looked particularly solemn and majestic under the afterglow of the setting sun, but at this moment, these beautiful scenes lost their color in her eyes.

Because she knew very well that a huge crack had quietly appeared inside this seemingly peaceful palace, and this crack was still spreading and expanding.

The relationship between her and Li Zhao also became precarious as the situation in the palace changed.

They once knew and loved each other, could talk about anything, and trusted each other. However, now, this relationship is facing an unprecedented severe test.

Su Mengyao understood that the palace rift before her was not just about her personal ups and downs, but a vivid portrayal of the entire palace power struggle.

Power, like a raging storm, ruthlessly sweeps away everyone in it.

Su Mengyao, who is smart and perceptive, has increasingly felt that something is wrong with her good friend Li Zhao in recent days.

His words and actions began to become mysterious and his whereabouts were often erratic.

At first, Su Mengyao thought he was just busy with official business, but gradually, some clues made her suspicious.

Finally, on a quiet and deserted afternoon, Su Mengyao accidentally overheard Li Zhao and a mysterious figure having a secret conversation deep in the courtyard.

At that moment, she hid behind a bush in fear, her heart pounding and she was so nervous that she could almost hear her own breathing.

Through the gaps between the lush branches and leaves, Su Mengyao saw that Li Zhao's expression was extremely serious and he was whispering something with the mysterious figure.

Although I couldn't hear the specific content, I could tell from their expressions and actions that what they were talking about must be very important.

Only after Li Zhao turned and left did Su Mengyao slowly walk out from her hiding place.

She looked at Li Zhaoyuan's back, feeling mixed emotions.

The figure that was once so familiar to her now felt so strange to her.

Su Mengyao walked with heavy steps to the place where Li Zhao had just had a secret conversation with someone. There was no one there, only a gentle breeze blowing, blowing up a few fallen leaves.

She stood there blankly, her mind constantly recalling the scene she had just seen, her heart filled with endless doubts and deep pain.

Not long after, Su Mengyao was anxiously looking for Li Zhao everywhere.

Finally, in a quiet alley, she found the familiar yet unfamiliar figure.

She walked quickly forward and stood in front of Li Zhao.

At this moment, her eyes were filled with endless pain and confusion, as if the whole world had collapsed at this moment.

"I don't believe you would do this!" Su Mengyao's voice trembled slightly, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth, with anger and disappointment that was difficult to conceal.

Despite this, the firmness contained in those words was as solid as a rock, indestructible and unquestionable by anyone.

At this moment, her beautiful big eyes were staring at Li Zhao's eyes, as if she wanted to peek into his true thoughts through those deep eyes.

How she wished she could find even the slightest clue to obtain a convincing and reasonable explanation.

At this moment, Li Zhao, who had been keeping his head down and silent, slowly raised his head and met Su Mengyao's eyes full of expectation and questioning.

For a moment, their eyes met.

In this brief eye contact, Su Mengyao clearly caught the flash of guilt in Li Zhao's eyes.

But before she had time to savor what this fleeting emotion meant, it disappeared as quickly as a shooting star, replaced by a chilling indifference.

Then, Li Zhao said coldly: "What is love in the face of power?"

These words were like an extremely sharp sword, piercing straight into Su Mengyao's heart at lightning speed.

In an instant, a sharp pain came over her, causing her to tremble involuntarily, and she felt as if she was about to lose her balance.

Li Zhao's words revealed an unspeakable helplessness and cruelty. This cold and ruthless attitude made Su Mengyao feel like she was falling into an ice cellar and felt a biting chill.

At this moment, Su Mengyao suddenly felt as if she was in a barren desert, with no one around her, and only her broken heart shivering in the cold wind.

At this moment, Su Mengyao was deeply aware that she was facing an extremely cruel reality - Li Zhao, whom she had always regarded as a relative, might have really betrayed her.

However, even so, her deep-seated determination to find the truth and redeem herself remains unwavering.

Because she knew very well that this relationship that had gone through so many ups and downs could not be easily swallowed up by the haze of power.