I traveled through time and became the Queen of Ancient Dian

The maid ran up to Baona, breathless, her face pale. "Lady Baona, something bad has happened! Over at the Art Hall, Master Zaifu and several artists are...arguing with Zhuansun!"

Baona's heart sank and she walked quickly towards the art hall.

Before I even stepped into the hall, I heard a fierce quarrel.

In the center of the hall, Zhuansun's face flushed as he argued with reason, while opposite him, a group of people headed by Zaifu Artist all had unfriendly expressions.

The art hall of the ancient Dian Kingdom is magnificent and has exquisite murals. Every piece of art on display exudes an ancient and majestic atmosphere, as if telling the weight and solemnity of the long history.

Being in it, Baona felt an invisible pressure, which did not come from physical objects, but from a deep-rooted tradition and an insurmountable atmosphere.

She knew that it would be difficult for her to promote a new artistic style here.

Baona took a deep breath and stepped into the hall.

Her eyes swept across the exquisite murals and ancient sculptures, all of which embodied the essence of the traditional art of the ancient Dian Kingdom.

What she needs to do is to break this tradition and inject new vitality.

Baona clenched her fists, a firm belief burning in her heart.

"Zhuansun, what you said is simply nonsense! Our ancient Dian art has been passed down for thousands of years, how can you change it at will!" The voice of the artist Zaifu was like a loud bell, shaking the hall.

He was dressed in a gorgeous brocade robe, with white hair and beard, but he was energetic, with a look of disdain on his face and conceit in his eyes, giving him the air of an artistic authority.

"Master Zaifu, art is not static. Times are changing, and art also needs to progress..." Zhuansun tried to explain, but was interrupted.

"Progress? You are a heretic! You are a blasphemy against tradition!" The artist Zaifu opened his eyes wide and pointed at Zhuansun's nose and scolded him.

The surrounding Wu Ma musicians and Gongxi dancers also echoed and expressed strong opposition to Zhuansun's new artistic concept.

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became tense, like a powder keg ready to explode.

Baona walked over to Zhuansun, patted his shoulder, and told him to calm down. Then she turned her gaze to the artist Zaifu and said in a deep voice, "Master Zaifu, the essence of art lies in innovation..."

"Innovation?" The artist sneered, "What you call innovation is to discard the essence of our ancient Dian art?"

Baona was about to speak when a shrill voice came from outside the hall, "I want to see what kind of innovation can make the ancient Dian art hall so lively." A man dressed in exquisite brocade clothes, waving a feather fan, slowly walked in...

Art critic Zi Che walked slowly to the front of the painting and pointed at the surface with his feather fan. "The lines are rough, the composition is chaotic, and there is no aesthetic feeling at all. Your understanding of art is still at the childish stage." With every word he said, Zhuansun's face became uglier, and his originally straight back gradually bent like an eggplant hit by frost.

Baona also felt a sense of depression in her heart. Although the criticism from Zi Che art critic was harsh, it was not completely unreasonable.

Zhuansun's paintings did have many flaws, but she didn't expect that the Zi Che art critic would be so ruthless.

Baona took a deep breath and was about to speak when the art critic Zi Che spoke again, "And the use of colors is simply disgusting. Do you think that just piling various colors together can be called art? It's a joke!" His tone was cold, and every word was like a sharp knife, piercing Zhuansun's heart.

Baona couldn't bear it any longer and was about to retort, but suddenly remembered something.

A few days ago, she went on a private visit and accidentally discovered a group of works with unique styles in a folk art workshop.

Although those works are a bit immature, they are full of vitality and imagination, and are completely different from the traditional art of the ancient Dian Kingdom.

At that moment, she had an idea and asked the owner of the workshop, and learned that these works were all created by a young student named "Zhuansun".

Thinking of this, a glimmer of hope ignited in Baona's heart.

She walked quickly to Zhuansun and asked in a low voice: "Zhuansun, can you bring over the works you created in the folk workshop?" Zhuansun was stunned.

Baona encouraged, "Don't worry, just bring it to me." Zhuansun hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded.

He quickly left the art hall and returned with several paintings in a short while.

Baona unfolded the paintings one by one, and the art critic Zi Che also came over. At first, he had a look of disdain on his face, but as his eyes stayed on the paintings for longer and longer, his expression gradually became solemn.

"These... were all painted by you?" Zi Che art critic pointed at one of the paintings with a hint of disbelief in his tone.

Zhuansun nodded nervously, "It was written by my student."

Baona looked at the art critic Zi Che, a smile on her lips. "Mr. Zi Che, what do you think now?"

Zi Che art critic was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "These paintings..." He paused, his eyes falling on the paintings again, "These paintings..."

"How about these paintings?" Baona asked.

Zi Che art critic took a deep breath and said, "I want these paintings!"

Baona brought Zhuansun to the Art Academy. The sunlight shone through the towering arched windows onto the smooth marble floor, casting mottled light and shadows.

In the college, young students were discussing art in groups of three or four, and the atmosphere was relaxed and lively.

Baona's arrival was like a stone thrown into the lake, instantly breaking the original tranquility.

"Everyone," Baona's voice was clear and powerful, echoing in the spacious academy hall, "Today, I would like to introduce a brand-new art style to you." She gestured to Zhuansun beside her, and Zhuansun carefully unfolded several paintings. The bright colors and bold lines formed a sharp contrast with the traditional works on display in the academy.

Some older students frowned and whispered, obviously unable to accept this style that was out of tune with tradition.

However, more young students gathered around, looking at the paintings carefully and expressing admiration from time to time.

"This is incredible!" exclaimed a young student. "I've never seen anything like it before. It's full of energy and passion!"

"Yes," another student agreed, "It's like a breath of fresh air, blowing away the dullness of the art palace!"

Seeing the enthusiastic responses of the young students, Baona's heart was filled with joy.

She knew that the seeds of new art had been sown and would eventually take root and sprout in the land of the ancient Dian Kingdom.

Night falls and the stars are shining.

Baona came to the Queen's bedroom and told her about her experience at the Art Academy today.

The queen listened quietly, her eyes full of trust and love.

"You've done a great job," the Queen encouraged gently, "art needs innovation and breakthroughs."

A warm feeling surged in Baona's heart. The Queen's support gave her great strength.

She knows that the road ahead is still long, but no matter what difficulties she encounters, she will not give up.

However, under the calm night, undercurrents are surging.

The artist Zaifu's face was gloomy, and the wine glass in his hand was crushed by him.

"She thinks she can change the landscape of ancient Dian art this way? That's sheer wishful thinking!" He gritted his teeth and said, "Just wait and see, the best is yet to come!"

A dark shadow appeared silently behind the artist Zaifu, "Master, everything is arranged." The dark shadow said in a low voice.

The artist Zaifu smiled sinisterly. "Very good, let them be proud for a few days. When the time comes..." He paused, a cold glint in his eyes. "I will let them know the price of challenging the tradition of ancient Dian art!"