The Flourishing Era of Female Merchants

But a moment later, a creaking sound came again. Feng Xianglan frowned, turned around, and saw the door that had just been closed open again. In this atmosphere, a trace of fear rose in Feng Xianglan's heart, but she still gritted her teeth and got up to close the door again. However, this time, before she could even get close to the door, a white figure suddenly appeared in front of her, with its back to her. Feng Xianglan was startled and took several steps back. "You...you...who are you?"

The white-clad figure chuckled, "Xianglan, don't you even recognize me? How can you do this to your mother?"

Feng Xianglan's heart skipped a beat. Mother? She instinctively shook her head, "No, impossible! Who are you? Don't play tricks!"

"Xianglan, playing tricks? How could your mother play tricks? Don't forget, you killed me. Last night, you cruelly killed me in the garden. I'm a ghost now, no need to pretend!" The voice came eerily, becoming even colder. "You don't believe me? Then I'll show you who I really am!"

As the voice finished speaking, it slowly turned around. Feng Xianglan's eyes widened in terror as she looked at the white figure in front of her. Her head throbbed, and her whole body trembled even more violently.

The bloody scene from last night flashed through his mind. The face before him was covered in blood, and the two figures overlapped. "Ah... Mother... you..."

"Xianglan, you caused my terrible death!" the white figure spoke again. "Isn't it enough that you harmed your sister? You are truly a vicious snake. For your own sake, you can even kill your closest relatives without any mercy."

"No, Mother, I didn't! Your death has nothing to do with me, and your deaths have nothing to do with me! Get out of here! Get out of here!" Feng Xianglan's eyes flickered as she vehemently denied it, but the guilt and fear in her eyes were clearly seen by someone.

"Irrelevant? Xianglan... no, Jinlan, I should call you Jinlan. Last night, you clearly admitted your true identity, Jinlan. You pushed your sister into your position and made her die in your place. Now, why deny it?" The white figure approached Feng Xianglan step by step.

As if remembering something, Feng Xianglan said fiercely, "No, you're talking nonsense! I am Feng Xianglan! I am Feng Xianglan!"

Feng Xianglan knew that even if the "mother" in front of her was a ghost, she would not admit that she was Feng Jinlan again. She seemed to be trying to convince herself that she was really Feng Xianglan, and that no one would know the secret in the future!

The white figure frowned slightly, its eyes, hidden beneath the blood, narrowed, a sinister glint in them. Suddenly, the white figure chuckled, "Xianglan, look, your sister is denying it now? Tell me, how can you, who died in her place, bear this!"

Feng Xianglan was slightly taken aback, thinking that the "Xianglan" was being called to her. However, the next moment, when another white figure appeared at the door, Feng Xianglan's head spun as if struck by lightning. She stared incredulously at the "person" with long hair draped over his face.

Xianglan? Is that Xianglan?

The dreams of being haunted by the real Xianglan flashed through her mind, and Feng Xianglan's fear intensified. However, she still shook her head, "No, you're dead, you're all dead, don't try to scare me, Feng Jinlan is dead, I am Feng Xianglan!"

Sister? In her dream, she accused her sister of being heartless every time. Every time, she was gripped tightly by those hands. Her sister shouted again and again, trying to drag her down to hell. But she had gone to great lengths to plan all of that and get a chance to live. How could she possibly fall into hell with her?

The sarcasm in Bai Ying's eyes intensified. She hadn't expected that Feng Xianglan, who had boldly admitted it last night after being caught by Jin Qiaoyu, was now determined to insist that she was Feng Xianglan. But... tonight, having orchestrated all of this, An Mi wouldn't let herself leave empty-handed.

Indeed, that white figure was Anmi, and the one beside her with long hair covering most of her face was Shuangyue.

Deny it? An Mi narrowed her eyes. With a sudden surge of determination, she lunged forward, her speed catching Feng Xianglan completely off guard. Just as she tried to dodge, a pair of hands gripped her neck tightly. Those hands were as cold as ice, the chilling temperature sending a shiver of horror through Feng Xianglan. Cold? In her dream, her sister's hands had gripped her with the same icy grip, trying to drag her into hell. And now…

An Mi looked at the even more intense terror in Feng Xianglan's eyes and felt a sense of triumph. It wasn't for nothing that Feng Xianglan had endured the cold to make her hands so icy. An Mi tightened her grip and said fiercely, "Today is the anniversary of your sister's death. Last night, you burned clothes for your sister, but do you know what your sister wanted most? She wanted you most, for you to die!"

Feng Xianglan trembled. All her previous resolve seemed to collapse completely at this moment. The words of "Mother" in her ears and the dreams of her sister's accusations kept swirling in her mind. "No, I don't want to die, Feng Xianglan, you can't let me die. You're already dead, why can't you help me? Back then, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have harmed Princess Yun. Why can't you let me go!"

The way she uttered the name Feng Xianglan sounded incredibly eerie. At that moment, the hand gripping Feng Xianglan's… no, Feng Jinlan's neck suddenly loosened, and a sinister smile appeared on her blood-soaked face. "Feng Jinlan, so you finally admit it? It really took a lot of effort to get you to admit it!"

Feng Jinlan was slightly taken aback. Looking at "Jin Qiaoyu" whose tone had suddenly changed, her expression shifted. "You..."

An Mi no longer needed to pretend. She tore off the human skin mask and examined it in her hand. The mask wasn't exquisite, but after being stained with blood, it concealed many flaws. A smile played on her lips as An Mi spoke calmly, "That's right, I'm not your mother's ghost. Did I scare you just now?"

Feng Jinlan's face was already pale. If the "ghost" of Jin Qiaoyu had frightened her, then seeing An Mi's face now, she felt that she was no less frightened than before. Thinking of something, Feng Jinlan glanced at another figure beside her. At this moment, the hair that was stuck to her face had been peeled off. Who else could it be but Shuangyue?

"What exactly do you want?" Feng Jinlan clenched her fists and glared fiercely at An Mi, her unease growing stronger.

"What am I doing? I'm just asking you to admit that you are Feng Jinlan, and you already admitted it just now, didn't you?" An Mi raised her beautiful eyebrows, her smugness undisguised. Seeing Feng Jinlan's panic, An Mi's gaze narrowed slightly. She paused, then continued, "Feng Jinlan, are you wondering why you know so much about things I shouldn't?"