The Flourishing Era of Female Merchants

"Qinglan, don't forget who you are!" Nalan Jue raised an eyebrow and said slowly.

Qinglan's expression darkened as he looked at this "uncle." Although he was called an uncle, Nalan Jue was almost the same age as him, only a few years older than Qinglan. The two hadn't met often, but Qinglan could immediately recognize the aura on Nalan Jue's body... no, it should be said that it was the aura of the Nalan family.

His identity? Qinglan suddenly felt disgusted by the word. To him, identity was nothing but a constraint and a responsibility. Anmi's figure appeared in his mind. If he didn't have this damn identity, what would he be like as just an ordinary doctor?

After thinking for a while, disappointment and bitterness slowly spread across Qinglan's eyes.

"As expected of my sister's son, just like her. So sentimental, it will only harm you. Haven't you seen the lesson your mother taught you back then?" Nalan Jue's voice was no longer as languid as before, but contained a hint of sarcasm and anger. If it weren't for that love back then, perhaps they wouldn't be facing each other like this now.

Qinglan narrowed her eyes, her gaze meeting Nalan Yu's in the air. An invisible tension seemed to linger, making the atmosphere exceptionally eerie. After an unknown amount of time, Qinglan's voice finally rang out, calm yet dangerously so, "Nalan Jue, you are not allowed to be disrespectful to my mother in the future!"

How could Nalan Jue not sense the pervasive killing intent? He paused for a moment, and his gaze towards Qinglan changed slightly. After a long silence, Nalan Jue finally lowered his brows and said calmly, "Go in. Your uncle has given you a gift."

Qinglan was slightly taken aback. A greeting gift? A strange feeling spread through his heart. He knew a little about this Nalan Jue. After the defeat in the Southern Frontier, he surrendered to the Great Jin Dynasty and lived in the capital as a hostage for several years. Although the two of them were just nodding acquaintances, he had seen through the man's forbearance.

His seemingly carefree attitude was merely a facade; the real him… Qinglan glanced at Nalan Jue a few more times, then looked away and strode into the room…

The door was suddenly pushed open, and Qinglan glanced over and saw what appeared to be a person lying on the bed. Qinglan frowned, subconsciously stepped forward, and looked at the woman on the bed. Her hands unconsciously clenched into fists. Anmi, Anmi... Who else could it be but Anmi with her eyes closed on the bed?

How did she end up here... Her eyes flickered, and as if realizing something, Qinglan's anger quickly gathered. She turned and glared at the man still leaning against the pillar outside the door, veins bulging on her forehead.

He glanced back at Anmi on the bed, his brows furrowing tightly, then turned and walked towards the door…

"What exactly happened? Explain yourself!" Qinglan gritted her teeth, but deliberately kept her voice low, as if afraid of disturbing the tranquility of the room.

Nalan Jue smiled slightly and said calmly, "Don't you like this woman? I've brought her here. Let's see what you want to do with her. Whether you take her to the capital or keep her in Rongjin City, it's up to you..."

Before Nalan Yu could finish speaking, Qing Lan clenched her fist and punched him, striking his handsome face squarely. The next instant, a trickle of blood oozed from the corner of Nalan Jue's mouth.

Nalan Jue merely frowned, lightly wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said unhurriedly, "Men, after all, are destined to like women. Since you're so infatuated with her now, why not just take her? Why leave any regrets?"

Nalan Jue knew that bringing An Mi along was the right decision. Qing Lan seemed to be even more infatuated with this woman than he had imagined, which was not a good thing for him.

If Qinglan were to return to the capital, he would inevitably harbor feelings for this woman. It would be better to bring her back to the capital. Perhaps, once Qinglan has obtained this woman's body and her submission, her attraction to him would not be so great.

Qinglan was determined not to let this peaceful feeling fester any longer; he had to let it gradually fade away. He couldn't allow this woman to become Qinglan's weakness, as that would undoubtedly be the greatest danger to him and to both of them.

Qinglan glanced coldly at Nalan Jue. Back when he sensed the aura of the Gu worms in front of Anmi's door, he knew that Nalan Jue was in Rongjin City and had even been in contact with Anmi. He had always worried that Nalan Yu would harm Anmi, and now…

Taking a deep breath, Qinglan's voice was unusually firm, with a hint of threat in it, "Nalan Jue, this is the last time you will have any ulterior motives towards her. If you dare to harbor any wicked thoughts towards her again, I... the eldest prince of the Great Jin Dynasty, will definitely be your sworn enemy."

Nalan Jue was slightly taken aback, seemingly not expecting Qinglan to react so strongly. Had he misjudged something? He glanced past Qinglan and looked at the woman still lying on the bed in the room. Her original seductive charm had disappeared, replaced by a solemn expression.

What is it about this tranquility that makes Qinglan so calm?

He knew that Qinglan's threat was no joke, and he... absolutely could not break with Qinglan. After a moment of contemplation, Nalan Jue said in a deep voice, "You are the eldest prince of the Great Jin Dynasty, but you are also..."

"Shut up!" Qinglan interrupted him sharply, her expression still seemingly suppressing something, glaring fiercely at Nalan Jue. "Get out! Don't you dare try anything with her again!"

Nalan Jue hadn't expected this outcome, and her gaze narrowed slightly. "I will not be your enemy."

It meant he was telling him that he would no longer harm Anmi!

After saying that, he turned and walked into the darkness, leaving Qinglan standing alone outside the door with an extremely complicated expression.

After an unknown amount of time, Qinglan slowly turned around. At this moment, he had suppressed the sharp anger from before, but he was also no longer as refined and gentle as usual. He walked into the room, stood in front of the bed, and stared at Anmi without blinking...

Anmi, however, had already woken up when the door was pushed open. Although the strange fragrance still made her a little dizzy, she instinctively became wary, keeping her eyes tightly closed and pretending to be unconscious, waiting to see what would happen.

However, when that person approached, she felt much more at ease.

That's Qinglan. The medicinal fragrance on him smells just like this, making people feel as if they are bathed in a spring breeze.

Thinking of Qinglan's confession to her at the Grand Flame today, Anmi is even more convinced that she doesn't need to be on guard when facing Qinglan.

However, just as she was about to open her eyes, she heard Qinglan roar at someone, followed by a conversation between Qinglan and that person. The information revealed in the conversation undoubtedly shocked her.

Does Qinglan know the Gu King? But what is their relationship?