The Flourishing Era of Female Merchants

Feng Xianglan tried her best to calm herself down. She told herself again and again that she couldn't panic at this moment. She took several deep breaths, and soon the panic in her eyes gradually subsided, replaced by an unfathomable coldness and ruthlessness. Feng Xianglan gritted her teeth, carefully glanced around, and made sure that the clothes she had originally taken to burn for her sister had all turned to ashes before she quickly left the garden.

However, she didn't realize that her every move had been seen by someone.

After Feng Xianglan left, An Mi walked out of the artificial hill and glanced at the place where Jin Qiaoyu had died. A hint of sarcasm appeared on her lips. Jin Qiaoyu died with her eyes wide open, probably never expecting to die at the hands of her own daughter!

With a slight frown, Anmi quietly left the garden.

The next morning, just as Anmi got out of bed, Shuangyue entered the room, her small brows furrowed, and said in a panic, "Miss, something has happened, something terrible has happened."

An Mi knew without a doubt what serious matter had occurred, but she still acted as if she didn't know and asked, "What serious matter has happened to make my Shuangyue so panicked?"

"Miss, someone's dead! Someone's dead in our household!" Shuangyue bit her lip. Besides being naive, she was also timid. Thinking of that incident, a chill ran down her spine. "Miss, someone just found Fifth Concubine dead in the garden. She died so tragically, her head covered in blood. Shuangyue... Shuangyue saw it too. It was so scary... That murderer was so cruel."

An Mi frowned slightly. The murderer was undoubtedly cruel. If Shuang Yue had witnessed the murderer's ruthlessness last night, she would have been terrified. An Mi picked up the teacup on the table and asked calmly, "Fifth Aunt is dead. What about Miss Xiang Lan?"

"Miss Xianglan? Oh, right, just now when Miss Xianglan heard this news and saw the Fifth Concubine's tragically dead body, she fainted from crying!" Shuangyue said with a frown.

"She's passed out?" An Mi raised her beautiful eyebrows and smiled. How could she not know what Feng Xianglan was up to?

"Yes, Miss Xianglan also said that before going to bed last night, Fifth Aunt said that today is the anniversary of her deceased sister's death. Her sister loved beautiful clothes the most, and Fifth Aunt was going to burn some clothes for that young lady. But, unexpectedly, this happened."

Shuangyue spoke in detail, and Anmi listened quietly, her eyes filled with increasing sarcasm.

"Miss, who do you think is the murderer? How could they be so cruel as to kill Fifth Aunt?" Shuangyue asked tentatively.

Anmi glanced at Shuangyue, "Then who do you think is the murderer?"

Shuangyue glanced outside to make sure no one was there before speaking with relief, "I just heard from the other maids that the former mistress disliked Fifth Concubine the most..."

Shuangyue stopped abruptly at this point, as if afraid of being overheard.

An Mi smiled, stood up, and prepared to leave. "Then, Miss Xianglan, did you say who the murderer is?"

Shuangyue paused for a moment before saying, "Oh, I remember now. Before Miss Xianglan fainted, she saw the former mistress and rushed up to her, demanding that she pay for Fifth Concubine's life!"

Ha! Is Yu Fangfei the scapegoat that Feng Xianglan is looking for?

That's true. Yu Fangfei and Jin Qiaoyu have never been able to tolerate each other and have too many entanglements. If Feng Xianglan blames Yu Fangfei for this, it would be quite believable. On the contrary, who would have thought that the one who killed the Fifth Concubine was actually her own daughter?

"Have you reported it to the authorities?" An Mi put down her teacup and asked calmly.

"No, Master said we must not report it to the authorities, nor are the servants in the manor allowed to discuss it, and we must not spread it outside. If anyone asks, just say that Fifth Concubine died suddenly," Shuangyue answered truthfully.

An Mi frowned, understanding An Yuefeng's concerns. He probably also believed that Yu Fangfei was behind this. Not long ago, the An family's affairs caused quite a stir. If, at this time, news of wives and concubines fighting each other were to surface, An Yuefeng's face and the An family's face would be completely ruined.

A smile played on her lips, her eyes darting around. Without saying anything more, she got up and led Shuangyue out of the room.

The entire An residence was shrouded in an extremely eerie atmosphere. Jin Qiaoyu's body had been collected and placed in her courtyard. As soon as An Mi arrived at the courtyard, everyone was there. An Xinlian acted as if it were none of her business and she was just watching the show. Yu Fangfei's face was gloomy, perhaps because she felt unlucky to have been dragged into this matter for no reason. An Yuefeng sat in a chair with a serious expression.

As for Feng Xianglan... An Mi glanced around the room. On the couch to the side, the unconscious Feng Xianglan was lying on it. Even from this distance, you could still see the tears that hadn't dried on her face.

Ha! This Feng Xianglan, her methods of deceiving everyone are quite good!

"What are you doing here?" An Yuefeng asked, somewhat displeased upon seeing An Mi.

An Mi paused slightly, then forced a smile. "Father, I heard about Fifth Concubine... so..."

"What time is it? Why aren't you going to the Flourishing Flame? Do you remember what I told you last night? Don't delay!" An Yuefeng urged reproachfully.

An Mi didn't say anything. She curtsied, turned around and left the room. As she turned, a faint sarcasm appeared on her lips. This An Yuefeng, his concubine is dead, such a big thing, but he is thinking about other things!

Ah! I wonder if Jin Qiaoyu, watching from heaven, would be even more resentful?

Does he really want to see Miss Yan that much?

An Mi lowered her brows, a glint of shrewdness gathering in her eyes...

On the streets of Rongjin City, all the shops were open. Anmi sat in the carriage when a commotion suddenly broke out ahead. Anmi didn't pay much attention, but the coachman's voice came from outside, "Miss, it's the eldest young master of the Liu family..."

Liu Zhan? An Mi immediately became interested. For the past few months, Liu Zhan's news had been under her control. From the people Bai Yi had sent to keep an eye on Liu Zhan, An Mi knew that Liu Zhan had been having a very hard time these past few months. On the day she kicked him out, he was penniless and spent the night in a dilapidated temple outside the city, sleeping with a beggar. After that, Liu Zhan went to people who had been on good terms with the Liu family every day to seek help, but he was kicked out many times. The best he got was a little bit of silver to get rid of them.

An Mi naturally knew how humiliating this must be for Liu Zhan, but even so, Liu Zhan had no choice but to accept it at this moment.

An Mi lifted the curtain and looked out. At this moment, Liu Zhan was lying on his back outside a wine shop, looking quite disheveled. The onlookers around him made no attempt to hide their disdain.

"Don't come drinking if you don't have money. Do you really think you're some rich kid?" The shopkeeper stepped forward, kicked Liu Zhan several times, and spat on Liu Zhan's face.