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

Smear campaigns undermine the industry, but the art studio thrives.

Su Yunlan's gaze sharpened, the shards of porcelain reflecting the cold light in her eyes.

She took a deep breath, suppressed the surging anger in her heart, and calmly analyzed the current situation.

Boss Qian's move was ruthless and accurate, striking at the heart of the art studio.

A large number of low-priced counterfeit products suddenly appeared on the market, clearly intended to disrupt the market and damage the reputation of Yifang.

Panic spread through the art studio.

Master Zhao's hands trembled, and his lips quivered. "What...what should we do? All the hard work of so many of us..." Old Mrs. Zhou also sighed, her originally rosy face turning deathly pale.

Brother Sun was so anxious that he paced around in circles, but couldn't think of any good solutions.

Even the usually composed Sixth Young Master Xiao panicked at this moment, "Fourth Sister-in-law, Boss Qian has immense power, we can't beat him..."

Su Yunlan looked around and took in everyone's reactions.

Panic spread like a plague among the people, threatening to devour all hope.

She knew that she had to remain calm and be the pillar of support for everyone.

"What's the panic!" she snapped, her tone carrying an undeniable authority. "Things haven't gotten to the worst point yet!"

At this moment, in the market, Boss Qian was smugly directing his men to put batches of crudely made imitations on the stall at shockingly low prices.

While shouting "fire sale price" and "selling at a loss," he also exaggeratedly slandered Su Yunlan's art shop, saying, "The things from that art shop are all substandard! The materials used are poor, and the workmanship is rough. They can only fool people who don't know anything about art!"

Unaware of the truth, the customers began to discuss among themselves, and their initial high expectations for the art studio were now clouded with suspicion.

Some customers have even started returning the goods and demanding refunds.

Boss Qian's conspiracy is succeeding step by step.

An immense pressure, like a mountain, weighed on Su Yunlan's shoulders, making her feel suffocated.

But she couldn't fall down; the livelihoods of dozens of people in the art workshop rested on her shoulders.

She clenched her fists tightly, her knuckles turning white, but her gaze remained unusually firm.

Suddenly, a timid voice rang out from the crowd, "I...I have..."

Miss Wu timidly squeezed out of the crowd, clutching an embroidered handkerchief tightly in her hand.

The patterns on the embroidered handkerchief were lifelike, and the stitches were fine and even, clearly the work of a master.

“I…I have some embroidered handkerchiefs I made at the art workshop,” Miss Wu’s voice was barely audible, yet it miraculously carried through the noisy environment. “Everyone can see, this is the true level of skill I’ve achieved at the art workshop…”

With trembling hands, she unfolded the embroidered handkerchief. In the sunlight, the silk threads on the handkerchief shimmered with a soft luster, and every flower and every leaf was exquisitely crafted.

Customers around them couldn't help but gather around, their initial skepticism gradually turning into admiration.

Some people couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke the embroidered handkerchief. The silky touch on their fingertips made them even more convinced that it was not the "inferior product" that Boss Qian had mentioned.

"This embroidery is much better than what Mr. Qian has done!" a customer exclaimed.

"Yes, the material is good too, it feels really comfortable!" another customer chimed in.

Ms. Wu's courageous act was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.

The tense atmosphere gradually eased, and people began to re-examine the art studio, with the seeds of doubt slowly dissipating.

Just then, a pair of warm, large hands gently rested on Su Yunlan's shoulders.

She knew without turning around that it was Xiao Yuhan.

He silently pulled her into his arms, using his broad chest to shield her from all the pressure.

Su Yunlan leaned against him, feeling the warmth and strength emanating from him, and her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled back into place.

Xiao Yuhan's embrace gave her immense courage.

She raised her head, her gaze fixed firmly on Mr. Qian's direction, a confident smile playing on her lips.

“Mr. Qian,” her voice was clear and strong, easily heard in the bustling market, “the real show is just beginning!”

Boss Qian's face was ashen. Watching Su Yunlan and Xiao Yuhan embrace, he gritted his teeth and muttered a curse under his breath, "Damn it..." He turned and walked towards a corner, where a figure was lurking suspiciously, waiting for him...

"How's it going?" Boss Qian asked in a sinister tone.

Boss Qian's sinister gaze swept across the crowd, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Since open methods don't work, let's try covert ones!" he whispered to the figure in the corner, "Spread the word that... the art gallery owes its artisans wages!"

Rumors grew like wildfire, quickly spreading throughout the entire market.

The customers who had regained their confidence in the art studio started gossiping again, and their suspicious gazes were once again cast upon Su Yunlan.

The artisans were filled with righteous indignation. Their hard-earned creations were being slandered in this way, and their anger was like a volcano about to erupt.

Master Zhao was so angry that his beard trembled. He pointed at Boss Qian's back and cursed, "Shameless scoundrel! How dare you slander us like this!" Old Mrs. Zhou also cried out, worried that the art shop would go bankrupt and their livelihood would be cut off.

Inside the art gallery, the atmosphere was so oppressive it was suffocating.

Brother Sun clenched his fists so tightly his nails almost dug into his flesh. His eyes were red as he said, "Fourth Sister-in-law, we can't let this go! We must make Boss Qian pay the price!" Miss Wu bit her lip tightly, tears welling up in her eyes. She was afraid, afraid that the hope she had finally rekindled would be shattered again.

Su Yunlan took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

She knew that she couldn't panic at this moment and had to find a solution as soon as possible.

Her sharp eyes swept over the anxious faces of the crowd, and she made up her mind.

"Everyone, please calm down!" she said loudly, her tone firm and powerful. "I'll show you just how flimsy Mr. Qian's lies are!"

She turned and went back inside, taking out a thick stack of ledgers that detailed the wage payments and income details for each craftsman.

She spread out the ledger and placed it in front of everyone, reading it word by word: "Master Zhao, your wages for last month were two taels of silver, which were paid at the beginning of the month; Aunt Zhou, your wages for last month were one tael and five mace of silver, which were paid at the beginning of the month..." Her clear voice echoed in the workshop, each word striking at Boss Qian's lies like a heavy hammer.

Once the truth came out, the artisans' anger instantly shifted to Boss Qian.

They were outraged and flocked to Mr. Qian's stall, demanding an explanation.

Mr. Qian's face turned from red to white, then from white to green, and finally turned ashen.

He opened his mouth, wanting to defend himself, but found himself powerless to refute.

The onlookers also condemned Boss Qian, whose conspiracy had completely failed and whose reputation was ruined.

Some people even started throwing rotten vegetable leaves and rotten eggs at him. Mr. Qian fled the market in a sorry state, leaving behind a mess.

Inside the workshop, the atmosphere became lively again, with artisans cheering and celebrating their victory.

Looking at everyone's joyful smiles, Su Yunlan felt extremely gratified.

She knew this was just the beginning, and the future of the art studio would be even more glorious.

She raised her head, looked into the distance, and a mysterious smile appeared on her lips.

"Ladies and gentlemen," she said slowly, "the real show is yet to come..."

Su Yunlan decided to strike at the root of the problem and completely thwart Boss Qian's conspiracy.

After discussing with Xiao Yuhan and Xiao Liu Shao Ye, she decided to hold a grand exhibition of the art studio's works to showcase the studio's true strength, restore its reputation, and attract more customers.

The news caused an uproar throughout the exile community.

The artisans put in their best efforts, meticulously crafting each piece, determined to showcase their finest skills to the world and prove their worth.

Su Yunlan took charge of the overall situation, arranging the venue, setting up the booth, and designing the promotional plan, striving for excellence in every detail.

On the day of the exhibition, the entrance to the art gallery was decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers, and the sound of gongs and drums attracted many customers and merchants to visit.

The dazzling array of exquisite works is breathtaking: fine porcelain, lifelike embroidery, and masterful wood carvings...

Each piece showcases the workshop's exquisite craftsmanship and unique creativity.

Customers were full of praise and eagerly bought the products. Orders poured in like snowflakes, keeping the artisans extremely busy, yet their faces beamed with happiness.

Looking at this prosperous scene, Su Yunlan felt a great sense of accomplishment.

She knew that the art studio had finally gained a firm foothold in the market and was beginning to prosper.

Boss Qian's conspiracy completely failed. He stood at a distance, looking at the bustling art gallery, his face ashen, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms.

He never expected that Su Yunlan could turn the tide so quickly and defeat him completely.

After the exhibition, Su Yunlan returned home, sat down wearily in a chair, and rubbed her sore shoulders.

Xiao Yuhan brought over a cup of hot tea and gently placed it in front of her, saying softly, "Thank you for your hard work." Su Yunlan took the teacup, took a sip, and a warm feeling flowed into her heart, dispelling her fatigue.

Just then, a child ran in, holding a letter, and handed it to Su Yunlan: "Sister Su, someone asked me to give you this letter." Su Yunlan took the letter, opened it with a puzzled look, and found only one line: Be careful of Boss Qian's revenge.

Su Yunlan's expression instantly turned serious; she realized that a new crisis was about to unfold...