I fulfilled the female supporting role's wish and I succeeded

When Jinxiu Weaving Workshop was first planned and built, it was like a huge rock falling into the water, causing ripples.

The voices of opposition surged undercurrents, like a cold winter wind, biting the bone.

Lord Liu, the Minister of Works, is the toughest among them.

He clenched the memorial in his hand tightly, his brows furrowed in a knot.

"Absurd! Absolutely ridiculous!"

Lord Liu slammed the memorial on the table with a loud "bang".

"How dare a woman like you interfere in the affairs of the imperial court? How disgraceful!"

He walked to the window and looked at the weaving workshop that was taking shape in the distance, with a sinister look in his eyes.

"We must not let her build this Jinxiu Weaving Workshop so easily!"

He turned around and called his confidant, "Go, spread the word that Lin Qinshuang is wasting people's money and enriching herself."

"Make sure this rumor spreads throughout the capital and reaches the ears of His Majesty!"

The confidant took the order and left, and Lord Liu curled up the corner of his mouth with a sneer.

Rumors grew like weeds and quickly spread throughout the capital.

"I heard that Lin Qinshuang, relying on the emperor's favor, squandered the national treasury."

"That's right. She talks about serving the country and the people, but I think she's just trying to gain benefits for herself!"

"This Jinxiu Weaving Workshop is a bottomless pit. No matter how much silver is poured into it, it will never be enough!"

The streets, teahouses and taverns were filled with doubts and slanders against Lin Qinshuang.

Lin Qinshuang sat upright in the Yuyan Hall, listening to the secret guard's report, her face as calm as water.

Her slender fingers tapped lightly on the table, making a rhythmic "tap-tap" sound.

"Master Liu, it seems that you are determined to go against me."

She raised her eyes, a cold glint flashing in them.

"In that case, don't blame me for being rude."

Lin Qinshuang stood up and put on a plain cloak.

"Prepare the car. I want to visit Mr. Liu in person."

The carriage slowly stopped in front of Liu's mansion.

Lin Qinshuang got off the carriage and looked up at the magnificent mansion.

When the doorman saw that the visitor was Lin Qinshuang, he did not dare to delay and hurried in to report.

Upon hearing the news, a hint of surprise flashed in Lord Liu's eyes, and then he sneered.

"She's quite courageous, actually coming here in person."

"Okay, let me see what she's up to."

Lord Liu sat upright in the main hall, flipping through the book in his hand in a pretentious manner.

Lin Qinshuang walked slowly into the hall, glanced around, and took in Lord Liu's expression.

She smiled slightly and knelt down to salute.

"Master Liu."

Lord Liu put down the book and looked at Lin Qinshuang.

"Princess, what brings you here?"

There was a hint of contempt and disdain in his tone.

Lin Qinshuang didn't care and walked straight to Lord Liu.

"This princess came here today to discuss the matter of the Jinxiu Weaving Workshop with Master Liu."

Her tone was calm, yet it held a firmness that could not be ignored.

Lord Liu snorted coldly, "Jinxiu Weaving Workshop? Princess, do you know how much money this weaving workshop has cost the national treasury?"

"Do you know how much dissatisfaction the construction of this weaving workshop has caused among the court officials?"

Lin Qinshuang smiled calmly, "This princess naturally knows."

"This princess knows even better how much profit the Jinxiu Weaving Workshop will bring to the Song Dynasty after it is completed."

"It will provide many poor women with opportunities to make a living."

She paused and continued, "Sir Liu, as the Minister of Works, you should share the country's worries and benefit the people."

"Why did you listen to slander and obstruct the construction of Jinxiu Weaving Workshop?"

Lord Liu was left speechless by Lin Qinshuang's words.

He didn't expect that this woman who usually stayed at home would have such eloquence and courage.

Seeing that Lord Liu remained silent, Lin Qinshuang continued, "Lord Liu, all you are worried about is money and public resentment."

"As for money, I can use the profits from Yuyan Hall to subsidize the expenses of the weaving workshop."

"As for public grievances, I believe that as long as Jinxiu Weaving Workshop can truly benefit the people, those rumors will naturally dispel themselves."

She took out an account book from her sleeve and handed it to Lord Liu.

"These are the accounts of Yuyan Hall in recent years. Sir Liu, please review them."

Lord Liu took the account book and looked through it.

The more he looked, the more solemn his expression became.

He didn't expect that Yuyantang would be so profitable.

What was even more unexpected was that Lin Qinshuang was willing to take out so much silver to subsidize the weaving workshop.

Lin Qinshuang stood quietly aside, waiting for Lord Liu's reply.

After a long time, Lord Liu put down the account book and sighed.

"Princess Fuxi, you care about the people. I am ashamed of myself and admire you."

"It seems that I have misunderstood you."

He stood up and bowed to Lin Qinshuang.

"I will fully support the Jinxiu Weaving Workshop."

A smile appeared on Lin Qinshuang's face.

"Thank you, Mr. Liu."

In the following days, Lin Qinshuang became even busier.

Jinxiu Weaving Workshop had a grand vision, but was short of manpower.

Lin Qinshuang frowned slightly and looked at the bustling streets of the capital.

She decided to go to the people herself and recruit poor women.

The rumble of the carriage passed through the bluestone road, raising a cloud of dust.

Lin Qinshuang lifted a corner of the car curtain and swept her eyes across the crowded street.

The cries of hawkers and the sounds of children playing interweave into a noisy picture.

Her eyes fell on those ragged, skinny women.

They either beg on street corners or work as servants in shops, their eyes filled with helplessness and confusion.

Lin Qinshuang felt a surge of pity in her heart, and she ordered the driver to stop.

She slowly stepped out of the carriage, her brocade skirt brushing the ground.

"Sister," Lin Qinshuang walked to a woman who was washing clothes and spoke softly.

The woman raised her head, her messy hair covering most of her face, her eyes full of vigilance.

Lin Qinshuang smiled slightly, her smile as warm as the spring breeze.

"I'm Princess Fuxi, the head of the Jinxiu Weaving Workshop," she introduced herself with a sincere tone.

A hint of doubt flashed in the woman's eyes, obviously she had heard of the name of Jinxiu Weaving Workshop.

"The weaving workshop is recruiting weavers. Would you like to come?" Lin Qinshuang said straight to the point with a sincere look in her eyes.

The woman hesitated for a moment and asked in a low voice: "I...I don't know anything."

Lin Qinshuang held her hand, which felt rough and covered with calluses.

"It doesn't matter," Lin Qinshuang said firmly, "As long as you are willing to learn, I will teach you myself."

She looked around and said loudly, "Dear sisters, Jinxiu Weaving Workshop is willing to give you a chance to change your destiny!"

Her voice was particularly clear in the noisy street.

Many women stopped what they were doing and looked at her.

A glimmer of hope ignited in their eyes.

Lin Qinshuang led these women back to the Jinxiu Weaving Workshop.

The weaving workshop is spacious and bright, with rows of brand new looms neatly arranged.

The women stepped into the weaving workshop, their eyes filled with curiosity and anxiety.

Lin Qinshuang settled them down and personally explained the weaving techniques to them.

She picked up a silk thread and moved it lightly between the looms.

"Look carefully," Lin Qinshuang's voice echoed in the weaving workshop, "This thread, like your destiny, is in your own hands."

She taught step by step, paying attention to every detail.