Deep in the embroidery lane of Yongning Prefecture, Jiang Lingyi transformed into an orphan girl in the embroidery workshop whose family fell into decline. Her father was framed three years ago and his reputation was ruined. The shop was half-dead and she was left alone guarding the three old doors. Liu Manrong, the owner of Jinxiufang next door, came every now and then to force her to move out. This time, she simply took a forged lease to seal the door. Jiang Lingyi pointed out three loopholes in the document in public, leaving Liu Manrong speechless, but she also completely offended this local snake.
All the silk thread merchants in the city were monopolized by Liu Manrong, and she couldn't even buy a single bundle of thread. Jiang Lingyi simply took matters into her own hands, collecting silk scraps and twisting them together, boiling dried fruit peels and leaves for dyeing, and starting from scratch by guarding the old dyeing vat in the yard. The Begonia embroidered handkerchiefs made from recycled silk threads are actually more delicate and elegant than those sold in silk and satin shops. Relying on this skill, she proved herself to be the first in the embroidery competition. She accepted the orphan girl from the shrine as an apprentice, and used the official document to confirm her exclusive embroidery pattern.
Jinxiufang didn't give up even after losing three times. Even Uncle Jiang's family jumped out to grab the shop. Jiang Lingyi checked the government's land deeds, checked old case files, and searched for counterfeit evidence, and everything was revealed in court. She was still looking for the gangster who caused her father's downfall, and she made a list one by one of the branches of the clan who had divided her family's property. The royal concubine behind Liu Manrong finally couldn't sit still and personally decided to use his connections to block her. Jiang Lingyi hung the new embroidered pattern on the display stand without raising her head and only said one sentence.
"I rely on my craftsmanship to make a living. You can seal the city's doors, but you can't seal my needle."
Intention: An ordinary woman with no golden fingers and no backing, relying only on her craftsmanship and clear mind, earns her footing inch by inch in a world full of rules and calculations.