Fleeing from famine? Not a chance; the divine healer's wife made her fortune.

Facing financial difficulties, the art workshop achieved success.

Su Yunlan spread out the ledger, her slender fingers gently tracing its surface, the rows of numbers seemingly dancing before her eyes.

She meticulously inventoried the available resources: several bolts of fine fabric, some precious medicinal herbs, and countless gold and silver jewels within the space…

Selling these items would certainly solve our immediate problem.

But these are her last resorts, and she doesn't want to use them unless absolutely necessary.

The room was quiet, with only the occasional rustling sound of turning pages.

The artisans' eyes were all on Su Yunlan, hoping for a miracle.

However, Su Yunlan's furrowed brows and solemn expression gradually gave them an ominous premonition.

"Maybe...we should just forget about it." Old Mrs. Zhou broke the silence, her tone tinged with dejection. "Holding an exhibition costs so much money, we don't have that kind of money..."

Her words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.

Several craftsmen echoed this sentiment, their once hopeful eyes now dimmed.

“Yes, Madam Su, let’s not bother,” Miss Wu said timidly, clutching the hem of her dress tightly with both hands. “I… my little bit of embroidery isn’t worth much…”

Su Yunlan raised her head, her gaze sweeping over everyone, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

She could understand their worries and anxieties. After all, they were exiles, and life was already difficult enough. Now they had to take on additional risks. Anyone would hesitate in their place.

But she was unwilling to give up just like that. The art studio was something she had worked so hard to build, and it carried everyone's hopes. She couldn't let it die like that.

"Don't be discouraged, everyone," Su Yunlan said, forcing herself to stay alert. "There's always a way. Let's think of something else..." Her gaze fell on the window, where a few white clouds drifted across the azure sky. Sunlight streamed through the windowpanes, illuminating her as if she were bathed in golden light.

Just then, a tall figure appeared in the doorway, backlit, making it impossible to see his expression.

He was holding a small cloth bag, which was heavy and seemed to be filled with something.

"Lan'er," a deep, magnetic voice sounded, "I still have some here..."

Xiao Yuhan walked into the room and placed the cloth bag in his hand on the table with a dull "thud," drawing everyone's attention to the inconspicuous bag.

The bag is made of coarse cloth with fine stitches, showing that the person who made it put a lot of care into it.

"Lan'er," Xiao Yuhan's deep voice broke the silence in the room, "I have some savings here, not much, but I hope it can be of some help." He untied the knot in the cloth bag, revealing neatly stacked silver ingots and copper coins inside, which emitted a faint light in the dim room, like stars twinkling in the night sky.

Su Yunlan looked at the money on the table, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

She knew that this money was saved by Xiao Yuhan through frugality; it was his life-saving money.

On the road to exile, every penny was precious, but he took it out without hesitation, just to support her dream.

She raised her head, her eyes slightly red, and choked out, "Si Lang..."

Xiao Yuhan gently held her hand, his rough palm enveloping her soft little hand, a warm current spreading from her fingertips throughout his body.

His deep gaze was fixed on her as he gently said, "Lan'er." These four simple words contained boundless trust and support.

He knew that his wife was no ordinary woman; her intelligence and abilities far surpassed those of ordinary people.

He knew that if he gave her a chance, she could create a miracle.

And he was willing to give everything to be her strongest support.

Su Yunlan could no longer hold back her tears, which welled up in her eyes and spilled out.

She gripped Xiao Yuhan's hand tightly in return and nodded vigorously, as if she wanted to pour all her gratitude into this simple gesture.

The artisans inside were also deeply moved by this scene.

Old Mrs. Zhou's eyes welled up with tears. She hadn't expected that Young Master Xiao would support Madam Su so much. This affection filled her with emotion.

Miss Wu looked at Su Yunlan and Xiao Yuhan's tightly clasped hands.

“Madam Su, we are also willing to do our part!” Brother Sun suddenly spoke up, his tone firm and his eyes shining.

Sun's words seemed to ignite a fuse, and the previously quiet room instantly erupted into a frenzy.

“I’m willing too!” Miss Wu replied immediately, her voice soft but exceptionally firm.

She took out a small purse embroidered with delicate patterns from her bosom and carefully placed it on the table. Inside was all her savings, not much, but a token of her affection.

Old Mrs. Zhou looked at the few small purses on the table, a hint of hesitation appearing on her wrinkled face.

Her family was poor and she really couldn't afford much money.

But seeing how enthusiastic everyone was, she felt embarrassed to refuse.

She gritted her teeth, her hands trembling as she pulled a copper coin wrapped in an old cloth from her bosom, and handed it to Su Yunlan with shaky hands, "Madam Su, this is all I have..."

Looking at the few hard-earned copper coins in Old Lady Zhou's hand, Su Yunlan felt a surge of warmth in her heart.

She knew what this money meant to Old Mrs. Zhou.

She solemnly accepted the copper coin, carefully placing it away as if it were the most precious treasure in the world.

One, two, three...

More and more artisans are contributing their savings, some with a few copper coins, others with a few pieces of silver. Although the amount is small, it represents their trust and support for the workshop.

Su Yunlan looked at the mountain of coins piled on the table and was filled with emotion.

A force of unity is spreading, warming the hearts of everyone.

She knew that they were not only contributing money to the art studio, but also striving for their own dreams and hopes.

Just then, Boss Qian swaggered in with several thugs.

He glanced at the crowd with a forced smile and said sarcastically, "Oh, it's quite lively here! What's going on? Gambling?"

"Boss Qian, we're raising funds to run an arts workshop; it has nothing to do with you," Su Yunlan said coldly, her tone carrying a hint of warning.

"Fundraising?" Boss Qian scoffed. "With your bunch of exiles, how much money could you possibly raise? I think you'd better give up on that idea!"

"Boss Qian, what do you mean by this?" Xiao Yuhan stepped forward, blocking Su Yunlan's path, his tone icy.

"What do you mean?" Boss Qian looked at Xiao Yuhan provocatively. "My meaning is very clear: don't try anything funny on my turf! If you know what's good for you, hand over your stuff and I might consider letting you go!"

Su Yunlan sneered, took out a contract from her sleeve, and waved it in front of Boss Qian. "Boss Qian, open your eyes and look carefully. This shop is rented by us, and we have the right to do business here!"

Mr. Qian's expression changed, and he snatched the contract, examining it carefully.

The terms of the contract are clear and in black and white, leaving him no room to deny them.

He angrily threw the contract on the ground and said viciously, "So what if you have a contract? I can still make sure you can't do business with me!"

Su Yunlan was prepared. She calmly took out a stack of papers and unfolded them in front of Boss Qian. "Boss Qian, these are the designs of our art studio's works. Each piece is a unique masterpiece. If you insist on obstructing us, we will make these designs public and let everyone know about your despicable behavior!"

Mr. Qian's face turned ashen as he looked at the exquisite designs.

He knew that if these designs were made public, his reputation would be completely ruined.

He gritted his teeth, glared fiercely at Su Yunlan, and stormed off.

"Mr. Qian, take care!" Young Master Xiao bowed to Mr. Qian's retreating figure, his tone full of sarcasm.

As everyone watched Boss Qian slink away, a cheer erupted.

Su Yunlan smiled faintly as she looked at everyone's cheerful expressions.

As night falls, the art gallery is brightly lit and filled with people.

Su Yunlan stood at the doorway, gazing at the dimly lit streets in the distance, her heart filled with anticipation…

"Tomorrow is the opening day of the art studio..." she murmured softly.

The opening exhibition of the art gallery was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.

The various silks and satins shimmered with a soft luster under the lamplight, attracting passersby to stop and admire them.

The exquisite embroidery, with its lifelike flowers, birds, fish, and insects, seems to leap off the fabric, attracting the attention of countless beauty lovers.

Master Zhao's meticulously crafted wood carvings, with their smooth lines and simple elegance, have captivated many scholars and literati.

The bamboo woven utensils brought by Brother Sun are uniquely shaped, practical and attractive, and have won the favor of many housewives.

Miss Wu's embroidery is exquisite and delicate, with bold color schemes, which has caught the eye of many young women.

Even before the exhibition officially started, it had already attracted a large number of customers.

The crowd thronged, whispering and discussing these exquisite works.

The sounds of children playing, women exclaiming in amazement, and men praising each other blended into a lively symphony that resonated throughout the art gallery.

The air was filled with a faint scent of wood and silk, which was refreshing and pleasant.

Su Yunlan stood in the center of the workshop, looked around at the busy artisans, and a gratified smile appeared on her face.

She saw Master Zhao lower his guard and patiently explain the techniques of wood carving; she saw Brother Sun enthusiastically introduce the characteristics of bamboo weaving to customers; and she saw Miss Wu finally muster up the courage to show everyone her embroidery, filling her heart with a sense of accomplishment.

Pre-orders poured in like snowflakes, keeping the artisans busy and beaming with happiness.

The lackeys that Boss Qian sent to keep watch could only slink away to the side, watching the bustling scene with envy and resentment in their eyes.

Young Master Xiao moved through the crowd, his quick wit persuading even the most hesitant customers to open their wallets and buy their favorite pieces.

Xiao Yuhan stood quietly beside Su Yunlan, like a guardian angel, silently watching over her. The tenderness in his eyes seemed to melt away all the ice and snow in the world.

The success of the artisan workshop not only brought considerable income to the artisans, but also gave them renewed hope for life.

They knew that they were no longer lowly exiles, but had found their own value and dignity here.

Just as everyone was immersed in joy, a messenger rushed in, breaking the lively scene.

"By order, all exiles shall assemble immediately. New orders have been issued!"

The messenger's booming voice echoed in every corner of the art gallery, instantly putting everyone's hearts in their throats.

Su Yunlan's smile froze on her lips as she looked at Xiao Yuhan, seemingly seeking an answer.

"Yes, sir," Xiao Yuhan replied, his tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible seriousness.