The Flourishing Era of Female Merchants

“Your Highness, whether it is true or not, let’s hear what she has to say!” An Mi met Bai Yi’s eyes and said firmly, but Bai Yi avoided her gaze and remained silent.

An Mi understood the complex emotions in Bai Yi's heart at this moment, as well as the lingering resentment. She reached out and covered the back of his hand, clearly feeling Bai Yi's body stiffen as he met An Mi's eyes again.

"Why don't we play a game? As for the outcome, Your Highness won't suffer any loss!" An Mi smiled, but she knew all too well that there was no way there wouldn't be any loss.

Even if Feng Xianglan hadn't devised that insidious scheme to use a double, it would still reopen old wounds for Bai Yi.

However, she still wanted to reveal the truth to Bai Yi.

Bai Yi remained silent, his expression more solemn than ever before, looking at An Mi, his dark eyes revealing a deep contemplation.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, Bai Yi spoke, "Okay."

Just one word, and An Mi felt as if it weighed a ton when it came out of Bai Yi's mouth. In fact, after returning to her room last night, she had been thinking about her plan. Feng Xianglan was so ruthless that she could even kill her own mother, Jin Qiaoyu, to cover up the truth. She would never admit what she had done back then. Since she would not admit it, then she could only force her to admit it.

“Your Highness, Jin Qiaoyu is dead. As an old acquaintance, shouldn’t Your Highness go to pay your respects?” An Mi said meaningfully.

"Dead?" Bai Yi frowned, his eyes growing even colder.

Anmi nodded. "Yes, I heard that today is the anniversary of Feng Jinlan's death. Last night, Jin Qiaoyu was killed in the garden. According to Feng Xianglan, Jin Qiaoyu went to the garden to burn some clothes for Feng Jinlan."

Anmi couldn't help but curl a sarcastic smile when she thought about the truth of the matter.

Bai Yi's hand suddenly tightened. That's right, on this day that year, he personally killed Feng Jinlan. Today is the anniversary of Feng Jinlan's death, and a few days before that was the anniversary of his sister Princess Yun's death!

Taking a deep breath, Bai Yi tried his best to suppress his emotions. "Tonight, you can do whatever you want!"

After saying this, Bai Yi closed his eyes, and scenes from that year flashed through his mind. Were the two sisters indistinguishable? Was Feng Xianglan really the same Feng Jinlan from back then? What exactly did that woman do back then?

On this day, Bai Yi was unusually silent in the blazing flames of prosperity. He, who usually made An Mi feel helpless, was sitting by the window, looking out. No one knew what he was thinking.

It wasn't until evening that An Mi asked him to leave the Fiery Prosperity together and return to the An residence.

Meanwhile, in the An family mansion, the atmosphere was extremely eerie due to Jin Qiaoyu's sudden "death".

An Yuefeng, whose brow had been furrowed since early this morning, was initially taken aback when he saw An Mi leading the Prince of Bohai through the door. However, after confirming that what he was seeing was not an illusion, he excitedly went to greet him, saying, "Your Highness's esteemed presence is an honor to our humble abode!"

An Yuefeng wore a fawning expression, thinking to himself, "The King of Bohai actually returned to his residence with An Mi. Could there be some kind of turning point in their relationship?"

Thinking of this, An Yuefeng became even more excited and his attitude became unusually warm. He instructed the cook to prepare dinner and invited Bai Yi to stay for dinner. Bai Yi naturally did not refuse. After dinner, An Yuefeng thought that the Prince of Bohai was about to leave, but he heard An Mi speak softly, "Your Highness, it is getting late. Why don't you stay for the night?"

Upon hearing this, An Yuefeng thought to himself that An Mi had finally come to her senses, and hurriedly echoed, "Yes, yes, yes, Your Highness, I will personally arrange accommodations. Mi'er, you must take good care of Your Highness."

An Yuefeng gave An Mi a wink, signaling to her that they absolutely had to keep the King of Bohai here tonight.

An Mi saw it all. An Yuefeng's reaction was exactly what she expected. Her goal tonight was to let Bai Yi stay at the An residence openly and legitimately, wasn't it?

An Mi and Bai Yi let An Yuefeng enthusiastically arrange their accommodations. However, when the two arrived at Bai Yi's place, An Mi's lips twitched involuntarily.

An Yuefeng's intentions are far too obvious!

Looking at the room An Yuefeng arranged for Bai Yi, An Mi's eyes narrowed slightly. "That's fine, it saves a lot of trouble!"

Isn't this the courtyard where she lives, the room next door that's just one wall away from hers?

A mischievous smile flickered in Bai Yi's eyes. "It seems your father is quite pleased with some things!"

What is he happy to see happen? Of course, it's his daughter's future. On this point, no matter what An Yuefeng's purpose is, he has to admire his judgment. However, even An Yuefeng can see that he is a good match, but An Mi often turns a blind eye to feelings.

An Mi rolled her eyes at Bai Yi, ignoring his smug satisfaction, and went into her room to call Shuang Yue and arrange the plans for the evening.

As night deepened, the servants of the An family had all retired for the night. In Jin Qiaoyu's courtyard, the mourning hall was still brightly lit. Inside, Jin Qiaoyu's coffin was placed, and the white curtains hanging throughout the room added to the eerie atmosphere.

In front of the coffin, Feng Xianglan knelt on the ground, occasionally adding paper money to the brazier. She hadn't left the room since entering it that morning.

The events of last night kept replaying in her mind. Even though it was so late, Feng Xianglan couldn't fall asleep. Outsiders would only think that she, as a daughter, was too grief-stricken to sleep because of her mother's death. But only she knew that as soon as she closed her eyes, she would feel even more terrified.

Thinking of today, Feng Xianglan added more paper money to the brazier, murmuring, "Today is your death anniversary. Last night, I burned your favorite things for you. Now that you have your mother's company over there, you should be at peace. From now on, don't come looking for me again, don't appear in my dreams. Everything is in the past. If you come to bother me again, I will make sure you don't have peace even in death."

The final threat was practically spat out between her teeth. Now that her mother was dead, no one would know her secret. Even if she stopped pretending, no one could tell that she wasn't the real Feng Xianglan. All she wanted now was to bury her mother as soon as possible so she could finally rest easy.

However, she could never have imagined that the secret she thought no one knew was already in An Mi's hands.

With a creak, the door burst open. Feng Xianglan was startled and subconsciously turned around, only to find nothing at the doorway. She felt relieved, got up, walked to the door, closed it, and then returned to her kneeling position.