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

"My God! What, what's going on!" A piercing scream shattered the bustling atmosphere in the workshop.

Lin Qin's heart tightened, and she looked in the direction of the sound. She saw Master Wang pointing at the mountain of materials, his face ashen, his lips trembling, as if he had seen a ghost.

Lin Qin quickly stepped forward and saw that the originally bright silk thread now looked faded, losing its former luster, and it felt extremely rough to the touch, like withered weeds.

Even the finest wood developed large cracks, crumbling into dust at the slightest touch.

The workshop was filled with a pungent, musty smell that made people instinctively cover their noses.

"How could this happen?" Lin Qin muttered to herself in disbelief. She had carefully selected these materials and spent a lot of money to purchase them. How could they have turned out like this in just a few days?

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. Now was not the time to panic; she had to find the cause and solve the problem as soon as possible.

Lin Qin quickly organized a team to inspect all the materials, and found that not only the silk and wood, but also other materials had been damaged to varying degrees.

Looking at the mess in front of her, Lin Qin felt a sense of powerlessness, but she did not give up. Instead, she became even more determined to pass on the folk art.

She had no time to grieve and immediately threw herself into new plans, deciding to hold a grand folk arts competition.

Lin Qin spun around like a top, contacting venues, inviting judges, and formulating competition rules. She did everything herself, no matter how small.

Her busy figure inspired everyone around her, and the flame of fighting spirit was rekindled in the workshop.

"Miss Lin, don't worry, we will do our best!" Master Wang excitedly grasped Lin Qin's hand, his cloudy eyes shining with determination.

The news of the competition caused a huge sensation as soon as it was released.

Folk artists from all over the country signed up to participate in the competition, and the audience eagerly awaited the arrival of this grand event.

Looking at the sea of ​​people, Lin Qin felt a surge of pride and a sense of accomplishment.

“Qin’er,” a deep voice sounded in Lin Qin’s ear.

Lin Qin turned her head and saw Zhu Ling standing behind her, looking at her tenderly.

He took her hand and said, "Come on, I'll take you somewhere."

Zhu Ling led Lin Qin by the hand, through the winding corridor, and into a quiet courtyard.

Pushing open the carved wooden door, a faint scent of sandalwood wafted out, filling the room with an ambiguous atmosphere.

The dim candlelight illuminated Zhu Ling's angular face, adding to his mysterious charm.

He gently put his arm around Lin Qin's waist, his warm breath brushing against her ear, his deep voice like a cello plucking at her heartstrings: "Qin'er, you've worked hard."

Lin Qin's cheeks flushed instantly, and her heart pounded like a drum.

Zhu Ling lowered her head shyly, but couldn't help but steal a glance up and catch a glimpse of Zhu Ling's sexy Adam's apple bobbing up and down, making her heart flutter like a deer.

Zhu Ling's fingers gently traced Lin Qin's cheek, the delicate touch making her tremble slightly.

He leaned down and kissed her lips, tender yet domineering.

Lin Qin wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, responding to his passion.

The temperature in the room gradually rose, clothes slipped off, and two bodies intertwined tightly, their murmurs and gasps weaving into a moving melody.

The next morning, sunlight streamed into the room through the window. Lin Qin opened her eyes and saw Zhu Ling looking at her tenderly, a doting smile playing on his lips.

She reached out and gently stroked his cheek, her heart filled with happiness and sweetness.

The folk art competition was packed with people, filled with the sounds of gongs and drums, creating a lively and festive atmosphere.

Exquisite sugar figurine making, lifelike dough sculptures, and ingenious wood carvings...

Various folk arts and crafts competed for attention on the field, captivating the audience.

"Wow, these sugar figurines are so well made, they look just like the real thing!"

"Look at that dough figurine, it's practically a work of art!"

The cheers from the audience rose and fell, creating a lively atmosphere.

Looking at the lively scene before her, Lin Qin felt a surge of joy and excitement.

She knew that her efforts had not been in vain, and that folk arts had finally been passed down and carried forward.

After the competition, Lin Qin stood on the stage, looking at the cheering audience below, and a bright smile appeared on her face.

She took a deep breath, feeling the joy of success.

"Qin'er, you're amazing." Zhu Ling walked to her side and gently put his arm around her shoulder.

Lin Qin turned to look at him, her eyes sparkling with happiness.

Suddenly, a cold gaze shot out from the crowd, and Lin Qin's heart tightened...

The old craftsman's face was now twisted like a flattened toad, his eyes almost bulging out.

He secretly tried to pull some tricks during the competition, but Zhu Ling caught him red-handed. It was a classic case of "trying to steal a chicken but losing the rice instead!"

Zhu Ling's cold gaze swept over Craftsman Sun, like an ice blade in the dead of winter, scraping him mercilessly.

"Craftsman Sun, you secretly bribed the judges in an attempt to manipulate the competition results. You have some nerve!" Zhu Ling's voice wasn't loud, but it exploded in everyone's ears like thunder, carrying an undeniable authority.

His sharp gaze was like a sword, piercing straight into the depths of craftsman Sun's soul.

Craftsman Sun collapsed to the ground instantly, looking like a plucked, humiliated dog.

"To do such a thing is utterly shameful!"

"People like this should be kicked out of the folk artist circle!"

"Scoundrel! Utter scum!"

The surrounding audience was furious, pointing and whispering at craftsman Sun, practically spitting at him.

Lin Qin looked at the domineering Zhu Ling in front of her and felt grateful.

This man was practically her guardian angel, always appearing when she needed him most.

She looked at Zhu Ling deeply, her eyes filled with love as gentle as spring water.

Just then, music filled the air, and an official in full robes stepped onto the stage. With a beaming smile, his booming voice resounded throughout the hall: "Today, on behalf of the imperial court, I hereby announce the formal establishment of the 'Folk Crafts Heritage Alliance'! Miss Lin Qin will serve as the president of the alliance, fully responsible for the inheritance and promotion of folk crafts!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire audience erupted in cheers and thunderous applause.

As the people looked at Lin Qin standing on the stage, a strong sense of pride welled up in their hearts.

Her efforts finally paid off.

She believes that under her leadership, folk arts and crafts will surely shine even brighter.

Lin Qin stood in the center of the crowd, as if she were bathed in golden light. She looked around at the respectful faces, and the joy in her heart almost overflowed.

Suddenly, she felt a chill run down her back, as if she were being watched by something.

She quickly turned her head and saw a figure flash past in the crowd...

Standing on the podium, Lin Qin shone like a bright star, receiving fervent gazes from all directions.

Her face was beaming with a radiant smile, the corners of her mouth curving upwards like a blooming sunflower, bright and dazzling.

Her eyes curved into crescents, brimming with relief and joy, as if reflecting the enthusiastic atmosphere of the entire venue.

She reached out and gently stroked the trophy that symbolized honor. The cool touch made her even more certain that everything she had done was worthwhile.

Below the stage, cheers rose in waves, accompanied by deafening gongs and drums.

The audience waved their ribbons, their faces beaming with excitement, as if they were at a grand carnival party.

Everyone clapped their hands so hard they looked like they were going to swell them up. They shouted Lin Qin's name loudly, their voices filled with admiration and affection, almost as if they were going to lift the roof off.

The air was thick with the smells of sweat and excitement, weaving together a symphony of victory.

At this moment, Lin Qin is no longer the abandoned concubine who was demoted to a farm, but a leading figure in the inheritance of folk arts and crafts, and a pioneer who leads the trend of the times.

Her name will be recorded in history and revered by future generations.

She stood on the podium, head held high, accepting her honor like a crowned queen, radiant and dazzling.

"Qin'er, you are so amazing!" Zhu Ling walked to her side and said softly, his voice full of doting and pride.

Lin Qin turned to look at him, her eyes filled with tenderness.

She could feel that the relationship between the two had become even more unbreakable after weathering the storm.

She also secretly hoped that their future would take a new turn.

Just then, a soft voice came to Lin Qin's ear: "Congratulations, host, you have successfully completed the 'Grand Inheritance' mission and received a mysterious gift pack!" Lin Qin raised an eyebrow, thinking to herself, "The little system is up to its old tricks again."

A slight smile played on her lips as a bold idea began to take shape in her mind: a larger stage awaited her conquest.

Suddenly, she felt a chill run down her back, as if she were being watched by something.

She quickly turned her head and saw a dark figure flash past in the crowd...