The Flourishing Era of Female Merchants

Cheng Ying was sent to another carriage by the King of Bohai. In An Mi's carriage, where Cheng Ying's seat should have been, sat the esteemed King of Bohai. There were only two people in the carriage. Bai Yi then forcefully pulled off the veil covering An Mi's face and focused on looking at the cheek that Yu Ling'er had just slapped. His tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly. "Luckily, it didn't turn red, but it must have hurt quite a bit!"

"It hurts, but it's nothing compared to the slap Yu Ling'er got." An Mi felt a little uncomfortable as Bai Yi breathed lightly on her face, so she subtly moved to the side, slightly increasing the distance between them.

Bai Yi noticed her actions and found it amusing. A glint flashed in his eyes. Avoidance? She could avoid it for a while, but why would he let her avoid it forever? However, it wasn't appropriate for him to push her too hard now, lest things backfire!

When he realized that his feelings for her had exceeded his expectations, he had already devised a strategy for dealing with An Mi. He had to make sure that what he set his sights on fell into his hands without any mistakes, and he couldn't afford to be careless with An Mi, who was so shrewd!

This was the first time that the King of Bohai had ever schemed against a woman in this way!

Bai Yi's lips curled up, his eyes filled with laughter, "Whatever Yu Ling'er may be like, one day I will definitely find a chance to make you personally pay for this slap, plus interest, you can ask for whatever you want!"

An Mi chuckled, "The King of Bohai is truly generous. Rest assured, if that day ever comes, I will definitely not show any mercy. I, An Mi, do not consider myself a kind person. I will remember today's debt. Even if Your Highness does not look for an opportunity in the future, I will seize the moment and wait for it."

"Haha... You, whoever is your enemy must have had the worst luck in eight lifetimes!" Bai Yi laughed heartily, his mood immediately improving. "After what happened today, Madam Liu probably won't have the face to ask other ladies and daughters for help anymore. This time, the Liu family will probably have to pay a huge sum of money just for breach of contract."

An Mi thought of Madam Liu's disheveled appearance, her eyes flickered slightly, and then she met Bai Yi's gaze, "Soon, it should be time to pick tea leaves, right?"

Bai Yi was taken aback, remembering the matter of the Yao family tea garden. He frowned and said, "I canceled the contract with the Yao family tea garden, but I had to pay a lot of liquidated damages."

An Mi glanced at him. "What is that little bit of penalty fee to the Prince of Bohai? An Mi said that the Prince will eventually be glad that he listened to An Mi's advice and canceled the contract."

"Oh?" Boyi raised his handsome eyebrows slightly. "Then I'll wait and see."

The next day.

An Mi arrived at Shengshi Lieyan early in the morning. Not long after she arrived, she heard an unusually lively noise in the hall. An Mi opened the window and looked down. She immediately understood what was going on and couldn't help but smile. The woman named Meng Li from yesterday had arrived. Besides her, there were several other young ladies. Cheng Ying led them aside and they were talking about something.

And business in the shop is exceptionally good.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in her line of sight, and An Mi couldn't help but frown. Feng Xianglan? What was she doing here?

"Hello, waiter, I need to speak with your Miss Yan about something. Could you please pass on my message?" Feng Xianglan said to a waiter downstairs.

An Mi raised a beautiful eyebrow. Feng Xianglan wanted to see her? Ha! This was quite a rare guest. She was rather interested in meeting Feng Xianglan and seeing what she wanted!

The waiter downstairs knew that Miss Yan rarely saw strangers and was about to refuse when he heard a voice from upstairs, "Please invite the guest up."

Upon hearing that Miss Yan upstairs had spoken personally, the waiter naturally dared not neglect her and led Feng Xianglan upstairs to Anmi's room.

Feng Xianglan thanked the waiter, stood at the door, took a deep breath, and then pushed open the door. The first thing she did upon entering was to scan the room, but she couldn't see Miss Yan anywhere. Feng Xianglan couldn't help but frown. Where was Miss Yan?

Feng Xianglan walked in, searching for the owner of the room. However, when her gaze fell on a cloak, she was taken aback. It was a man's cloak, hanging on the screen beside the couch in the room. At a glance, she could tell who the cloak belonged to.

King Bohai! Has his relationship with this Miss Yan become so intimate? His belongings were even left in Miss Yan's room!

A pang of jealousy rose in her heart. What did that Miss Yan have that made her so special...?

"Miss, I heard you were looking for me?" A woman's voice rang out from behind, startling Feng Xianglan so much that her hand trembled and the embroidered handkerchief in her hand fell to the ground. Before she could pick it up, she turned around and saw the woman with a light veil covering her face. Feng Xianglan was stunned. It was her, Miss Yan!

They were both veiled, but beneath the veil of this Flame Girl, there must be an unparalleled beauty, while she herself... Thinking of the ugly scars on her face, Feng Xianglan clenched her fists tighter. Why was God so unfair!

An Mi noticed her expression, but she twitched the corner of her mouth and glanced at the place where Feng Xianglan's gaze had just lingered. She frowned slightly. Wasn't that the cloak that Bai Yi hadn't taken with him?

Thinking of the fact that Feng Xianglan and Bai Yi seemed to know each other, he lowered his gaze, squatted down, and picked up the embroidered handkerchief that Feng Xianglan had dropped. "I'm sorry, I must have frightened you just now."

As An Mi spoke, she tried to hand the embroidered handkerchief to Feng Xianglan, but Feng Xianglan suddenly cried out in pain.

"Ah..." Feng Xianglan avoided An Mi and subconsciously took a step back.

An Mi was slightly taken aback. She looked at Feng Xianglan and realized that she had touched Feng Xianglan's injured hand. Thinking of Feng Xianglan's injury, An Mi felt a sense of satisfaction. She had not forgotten how the injury came about, nor had she forgotten Feng Xianglan's hypocrisy in her previous life and her malice towards her in this life.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, look at my clumsy hands. Are you alright, young lady?" An Mi frowned, her face full of apology, but she felt no remorse whatsoever. Instead, she asked knowingly, "Your hand is injured? Is it serious?"

The mere mention of injuries filled Feng Xianglan with irritation and hatred, but now she felt even more jealousy. She herself was covered in wounds, while the woman before her, who had captured the heart of the King of Bohai, possessed such a beautiful voice. Her expression darkened beneath her veil, and she was about to say something, but remembering her purpose in coming, she deliberately suppressed her emotions, forced a smile, and carefully took the embroidered handkerchief from the other woman's hand. "I am somewhat injured, but it's nothing serious. Thank you, Miss Yan."

An Mi lowered her brows. "Is it alright? If it's alright, then that's good. Come, please sit down, young lady."

An Mi invited Feng Xianglan to sit down, and then sat opposite her. An Mi personally poured tea for Feng Xianglan and handed it to her, asking, "What brings you here, Miss?"