The Flourishing Era of Female Merchants

Even in her previous life, she had never heard any rumors about the eldest prince and the King of Southern Xinjiang being involved before she died.

She could feel Qinglan's presence right beside her bed, and his gaze was fixed intently on her. This gaze made her feel uneasy. What would happen if she "woke up" at this moment?

Anmi felt incredibly embarrassed just thinking about it, so she simply continued to "feel unconscious."

Suddenly, the man's breath drew closer, and An Mi paused, her whole body tensing up.

Qinglan had been quietly observing Anmi, but as astute as he was, how could he not notice the strangeness in the woman before him? Was she awake? And how long had she been awake? Had she overheard his conversation with Nalan Jue?

His relationship with Nalan Jue was a secret, both in the capital and throughout the entire Jin Dynasty. Very few people knew this secret, and their relationship could not be exposed to the world. However, when he thought that An Mi might know his secret, he felt no worry.

Qinglan remained calm. Tomorrow, he would be leaving Rongjin City!

Thinking of what Nalan Jue had just said, he couldn't help but frown. To take An Mi for himself and bring her to the capital?

He had to admit that at some point he had indeed had that thought, but it only lingered in his mind for a moment before disappearing.

If he really did that, given An Mi's personality, she would probably hate him for the rest of her life!

The thought of her hurting him made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

She sighed deeply in her heart. Qinglan, you've been heartless and loveless for over twenty years. Did your indifference to love completely crumble when you met Anmi?

Looking at that face, Qinglan slowly leaned down. He was about to leave Rongjin City. If he had only taken a kiss, would she blame him?

He longed for a friend's kiss, his gaze falling on Anmi's smooth forehead, his eyes flickering.

However, as he drew closer, he also sensed Anmi's unusually tense body. Just as his lips were about to touch that patch of white skin, he suddenly stopped...

At this moment, a man with a gloomy face outside the door, who was about to rush into the room, paused. His deep eyes were fixed on the two people by the bed, and he exuded a dangerous aura.

Anmi was also in a state of confusion. She knew that if she woke up, she could avoid it, but if she did wake up, she didn't know how to deal with the situation she would face.

Qinglan's stopping made her feel relieved, but the next moment, she heard a gentle voice in her ear, which was undoubtedly Qinglan's, "Your hair is all messed up, you must wait for me in Rongjin City."

As he spoke, he gently lifted a stray strand of her hair with his fingertips and carefully tucked it behind her ear. The next moment, his warm breath left Anmi, and Anmi felt as if she had been granted a pardon.

But... is he waiting for Rong Jincheng?

Qinglan, oh Qinglan, with such deep affection, how could Anmi possibly have the fortune to enjoy it?

A faint footstep sound came from inside. An Mi was startled. Bai Yi had arrived in the room!

Even without opening her eyes, An Mi knew it was Bai Yi. She was all too familiar with his footsteps. Suddenly, a strange feeling arose in An Mi's heart. When did she become so familiar with Bai Yi's footsteps?

"I'll take her back." Bai Yi said in a deep voice, his tone revealing neither joy nor anger, but it was somewhat different from his usual self.

As soon as she finished speaking, An Mi felt a pair of hands lift her up horizontally, and she instantly fell into a broad chest. Bai Yi's unique scent lingered around her nose, smelling exceptionally pleasant.

Qinglan didn't stop him, but as she watched Bai Yi pick up An Mi, her gaze darkened, and her hands clenched tighter. In her heart, she kept repeating one sentence: An Mi, wait for me! One day I will give you the most precious things!

Bai Yi carried An Mi out of the room and disappeared into the night. Just now, his subordinate who had been secretly protecting An Mi reported the news. He was originally coaxing Liu'er to sleep, so he rushed over immediately. But as soon as he arrived, he saw Qing Lan bending down to kiss An Mi's forehead.

Fortunately, Qinglan didn't actually kiss him. If she had...

Bai Yi took a deep breath, holding An Mi in his arms, and quickened his pace...

Inside a tranquil room at the An residence.

Bai Yi entered the room, placed An Mi on the bed, but did not leave immediately. Instead, he sat on the edge of the bed and looked at An Mi.

An Mi felt that gaze, and the corner of her mouth twitched involuntarily. What was going on tonight? Was she supposed to pretend to be asleep until she actually fell asleep?

Just as she was thinking this, she suddenly felt a breath on her face. An Mi was slightly startled, and her whole body tensed up again. What was Bai Yi going to do?

First Qinglan, then Baiyi, they really are brothers!

Bai Yi caught a glimpse of her slightly twitching eyebrows and couldn't help but chuckle to himself. How long was this woman going to keep up the act?

In fact, when he picked her up, he knew that An Mi was awake. Thinking of Qing Lan... Qing Lan probably realized it too!

So he deliberately wanted to kiss Anmi... before leaving, so that Anmi could feel his affection more deeply?

But he stopped in the end. Bai Yi's eyes flickered. He naturally knew why Qing Lan stopped. He probably knew that if he really kissed her, she would definitely do something. So... if the commotion between the two of them made An Mi "wake up", would it also make An Mi indirectly realize his feelings for her?

As shrewd as Qinglan was, he naturally knew that he couldn't let Bai Yi benefit from his efforts, especially since he was about to leave...

Ha! His eldest brother is truly meticulous and doesn't give an inch! He's really put a lot of thought into An Mi!

However… looking at An Mi’s face, Bai Yi naturally had the urge to kiss her, but… he didn’t think now was the right time to make his feelings for An Mi clear. If he really did make it clear, he would probably become another Qing Lan who was rejected, and he wouldn’t be that stupid.

Is this tranquility a genuine insensitivity to love, or a deliberate rejection?

Bai Yi couldn't figure it out. He also couldn't figure out how deep his feelings for An Mi were. However, he wasn't in a hurry. He had plenty of time to thoroughly explore the things he wanted to understand.

A slight smile played on his lips, his handsome face regaining its usual ambiguous expression. He raised a hand and gently lifted a strand of hair—the one Qinglan had tucked behind her ear—and said softly, "It still looks more comfortable this way!"

Having said that, his tall figure sat up straight again, still on the edge of the bed, showing no intention of leaving.