After returning to the capital to farm, the abandoned concubine made a comeback.

Lin Qin sat at the carved wooden table, the afternoon sun shining through the window and casting a focused silhouette on her.

The table was covered with ledgers and drawings, densely filled with various numbers and plans.

Her slender fingers moved swiftly across the abacus, producing a crisp "clack-clack" sound, like a lively melody.

Sometimes he frowned in deep thought, sometimes he smiled broadly, as if he were engaged in a silent game.

"The eastern, western, and southern districts of the capital... each area needs at least three inheritance points, and each inheritance point needs to be equipped with at least two experienced master craftsmen..." Lin Qin murmured to herself, her pen flying across the paper, and the inheritance points were like stars dotting the map of the capital, outlining a magnificent blueprint.

"There must be a way!" Lin Qin clenched her fist, her eyes gleaming with confidence.

Over the next few days, Lin Qin visited her friends who had previously supported her without stopping.

She elaborated on her new plan in detail and sincerely expressed her determination and vision.

"Mr. Lin, your idea is absolutely brilliant!" a friend exclaimed excitedly. "I'm willing to invest more to support your plan!"

“I’m also willing to help find a suitable successor!” another friend enthusiastically expressed their support.

Lin Qin was deeply moved by her friends' generosity and strong support.

She knew she wasn't fighting alone; she had so many like-minded friends supporting her.

"Thank you all, I will definitely try my best!" Lin Qin's eyes were moist, and her voice choked with emotion.

With the support of her friends, Lin Qin's plan was able to proceed smoothly.

She began preparing for the new heritage site and actively recruited successors.

Everything seemed to be moving in a positive direction, but Lin Qin still felt a vague unease in her heart.

"Knock knock knock..." A knock on the door interrupted Lin Qin's thoughts.

"Come in."

The door was pushed open, and a familiar figure appeared in the doorway. "Qin'er, I heard..." Zhu Ling looked at Lin Qin, hesitating to speak.

Inside the elegantly decorated room, the air was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood. A group of richly dressed men sat around a rosewood table, the atmosphere heavy with tension.

Chairman Zhao gently waved his feather fan and slowly spoke: "This Lin Qin, a mere woman, dares to stir up trouble like this, bringing those low-class things to the forefront. It's simply outrageous!"

"Indeed!" Madam Li's shrill voice rang out. "What kind of place is our capital? It's right under the Emperor's nose! How can we tolerate these vulgar things defiling this sacred land? She's trying to corrupt the morals of our Great Yan!"

"I think we need to teach her a lesson and show her what rules are!" Craftsman Sun sneered.

Everyone agreed and discussed how to suppress Lin Qin and prevent her from continuing to promote folk arts and crafts.

Some suggested cutting off her funding, others suggested spreading rumors to ruin her reputation, and still others suggested directly destroying her legacy...

When the news reached Lin Qin's ears, her heart sank as if a huge boulder was pressing down on it, making it difficult to breathe.

She knew she had touched on some people's interests, but she didn't expect their counterattack to be so swift and fierce.

Outside the window, the wind and rain raged, the gale lashing against the windowpane and howling, as if foreshadowing the impending storm.

Lin Qin stood by the window, gazing at the trees ravaged by the wind and rain, a sense of indescribable anxiety welling up inside her.

But she was not defeated by fear.

She took a deep breath, clenched her fist, and her eyes gleamed with determination.

"I will not give up! I will definitely protect these precious folk arts!"

The next day, sunlight pierced through the clouds and shone on the earth.

Standing on the high platform, facing the enthusiastic citizens and folk artists gathered before her, Lin Qin's voice was clear and powerful: "I know we face enormous challenges, but we cannot back down! Folk arts and crafts are our cultural treasures, and we have a responsibility to pass them on!"

Her passionate speech ignited the enthusiasm in people's hearts, and many expressed their willingness to join her in protecting these precious cultural heritages.

An organization called the "Folk Craftsmanship Heritage Alliance" was thus established, and like a spark, it spread throughout the streets and alleys of Beijing.

Looking at those hopeful faces, Lin Qin felt a surge of warmth in her heart, her excitement beyond words.

She knew that she was no longer fighting alone; she had a group of like-minded partners who would join hands to create a new chapter in the inheritance of folk arts and crafts!

"Qin'er, look..." Zhu Ling pointed into the distance, her tone tinged with worry...

Zhu Ling felt a pang of pain in her heart when she saw the slight sorrow between Lin Qin's brows.

He knew how heavy the burden on her shoulders was.

"Qin'er, let's go for a walk."

The two arrived at a secluded garden, where colorful flowers swayed gently in the breeze, and a faint fragrance filled the air.

Zhu Ling suddenly stopped, picked a delicate pink peach blossom, and gently placed it in Lin Qin's hair.

"Beautiful." His deep voice carried a hint of amusement.

Lin Qin's cheeks flushed instantly, like a ripe apple, delicate and luscious.

She lowered her eyes, not daring to look Zhu Ling in the eye, but her fingertips unconsciously stroked the peach blossom in her hair, feeling the gentle touch.

They strolled along the winding path, sunlight filtering through the leaves and casting dappled shadows on the ground.

Zhu Ling would occasionally explain the names and meanings of various flowers to Lin Qin. His voice was gentle and magnetic, as if it had a magical power, which gradually calmed Lin Qin's originally restless heart.

She looked up at Zhu Ling's sharply defined profile, the sunlight casting a golden glow on his face, making him appear exceptionally handsome and charming.

Lin Qin's heart involuntarily quickened, and a sweet feeling spread through her heart.

Back in her room, Lin Qin's thoughts returned to the Inheritance Alliance.

She frowned, her mind in turmoil.

Even with Zhu Ling by her side, she still couldn't completely let go of her worries.

She worried that she would neglect Zhu Ling again because of her career and repeat the same mistake.

She felt guilty as she recalled the days when she had neglected Zhu Ling because she was busy.

She kept asking herself how to balance her career and love life so that she could have both.

She walked to the window, gazing at the starry night sky outside, her heart filled with confusion and unease.

She knew she had to make a choice, but she didn't know how to choose.

She rubbed her temples hard, trying to clear her mind.

"I'm sure I'll find the balance!" She took a deep breath.

Just then, there was a rapid knocking at the door. "Miss Lin, something bad has happened..." The maid Cui'er rushed in, her face pale and her voice trembling. "Miss Lin, something bad has happened! People outside are saying that our Inheritance Alliance is... is..." Cui'er stammered, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time.

Lin Qin frowned slightly and put down her teacup: "Why are you hesitating? Speak up!"

"They...they say we're breaking the law, that we're going to be...and the government will shut us down!" Cui'er finally managed to say, tears welling up in her eyes.

Upon hearing this, Lin Qin's expression did not change much, but a hint of coldness flashed in her eyes.

Her slender fingers tapped lightly on the table, making a crisp "tap-tap" sound, as if she were thinking of a solution.

"What's the panic? There are tall people to hold up the sky if it falls." Her tone was calm, yet it carried a reassuring strength.

She got up, walked to her desk, spread out a sheet of Xuan paper, and began to write.

She wrote with effortless fluency, as if she had a plan in mind.

Cui'er stood aside, watching Lin Qin's calm demeanor, and her originally flustered heart gradually calmed down.

Lin Qin wrote a detailed list of evidence, which listed all the legal procedures and activity records of the Inheritance Alliance.

She wants to prove with facts that the Heritage Alliance is not an illegal organization, but a legitimate institution established to inherit and protect folk arts and crafts.

When the news reached Chairman Zhao and others, they were immediately in an uproar.

"What? She actually has evidence? How is that possible!" Chairman Zhao dropped his feather fan to the ground, his face turning ashen.

"She must have used some underhanded methods!" Madam Li shrieked. "We can't let her succeed!"

Craftsman Sun remained silent with a gloomy face, his eyes flashing with a fierce light.

He hadn't expected Lin Qin to be so difficult to deal with; it seemed he would have to resort to even more ruthless methods.

After submitting the evidence to the authorities, Lin Qin awaited the results.

A few days later, the government declared the Heritage Alliance legal and rejected the application to ban it.

Upon hearing the news, Lin Qin's supporters cheered with joy, while Chairman Zhao and others were crestfallen and speechless.

Lin Qin stood by the window, looking at the bustling crowd outside, a confident smile playing on her lips.

She knew this was just the beginning, and the road ahead was long, but she would not back down.

She wants everyone to know that folk arts and crafts are a treasure of Chinese culture and deserve to be passed down and protected.

"Qin'er, you're amazing!" Zhu Ling hugged Lin Qin from behind and whispered in her ear.

Lin Qin smiled slightly, turned around, and looked into Zhu Ling's deep eyes, her heart filled with happiness.

"This is just a small victory; we have more important things to do."

Just then, there was a knock at the door, and a guard rushed in, "Your Highness, someone from the palace has arrived..."