The Flourishing Era of Female Merchants

Even if An Mi didn't budge, he could still create some controversy by allowing him to get even a tiny bit closer to her business, thus changing the Rongjincheng Chamber of Commerce's opinion of him and showing off for a while. However, An Mi's attitude... greatly displeased him.

“Father doesn’t believe women can do things well. Hasn’t Mi’er done it well? Father, don’t worry. Cheng Ying has always been with me. I know her character and abilities better than anyone. I’m entrusting things to her. At least she won’t take advantage of my absence from Rongjin City to try and use my connections for her own benefit. She and I are of one mind. If it were someone else, I wouldn’t feel at ease!” An Mi said meaningfully, her meaning couldn’t be clearer.

How could An Yuefeng not understand? His face turned extremely ugly. Even Yu Fangfei and An Xinlian understood the meaning. An Xinlian didn't miss the chance and deliberately said, "An Mi, are you telling your father that you don't even trust him?"

An Mi smiled but remained silent. She knew An Xinlian's intention; her words were already carrying a hint, and she was also trying to make it clear to An Yuefeng that he had no right to interfere in her affairs.

An Yuefeng slammed his hand heavily on the table and roared, "You've rebelled! You've rebelled! Do you even care about the An family anymore?"

"Does Master An want to hear the truth or a lie?" An Mi raised an eyebrow, changing her address to Master An, her tone becoming somewhat distant.

An Yuefeng's heart skipped a beat. He was a smart man, and that one address of "Master An" had already given him the answer: An Mi really didn't take the An family seriously!

However, she had been An Yuefeng's daughter for so many years, and it was fine if she remained unknown. Now that she was so successful and had climbed onto the powerful tree of the King of Bohai, how could he let such a good person slip away?

An Yuefeng stared intently at An Mi, seemingly deep in thought. After a long silence, An Yuefeng suddenly chuckled. His earlier anger vanished, replaced by a warm smile. He walked up to An Mi and said, "Mi'er, I dreamt of your mother a few days ago. I was thinking that I should visit her grave when I have some free time."

These words made the already quiet atmosphere even more eerie. An Mi's expression stiffened, and then her shrewd eyes narrowed slightly. Over the years, she had rarely heard An Yuefeng mention her mother. Even when he did, An Yuefeng's expression was never pleasant. She knew that her mother was originally from the capital. She didn't know what happened between her mother and An Yuefeng, but she knew that since her mother's death, An Yuefeng had been reluctant to mention her, and even Yu Fangfei forbade anyone to talk about her mother.

She didn't know if An Yuefeng had feelings for her mother, but at this moment she understood that An Yuefeng was threatening her by mentioning her mother.

He was telling her that her mother's grave was ultimately untouchable. Since she had gone to the capital, she couldn't do anything about Rong Jincheng's affairs. If she didn't let him have his way, he could always try to take over her mother's grave.

She believed that An Yuefeng, who was never one to hold grudges, was absolutely capable of anything.

“Father should go see him, or perhaps Mother misses him too. After all, you’ve been married for so many years.” An Mi met An Yuefeng’s eyes. “Father, although I came to the capital this time on the Emperor’s summons, the Emperor’s intention was to admire my embroidery. Do you think that if my embroidery truly pleases the Emperor, and coincidentally, something unpleasant happens to reach my ears, would the Emperor grant me a favor?”

An Mi's eyes were full of smiles as she stared intently at An Yuefeng. Sure enough, she saw An Yuefeng's previously smug expression suddenly darken. A hint of irony rose in her heart. Was An Yuefeng the only one in the world who knew how to threaten people? An Mi knew how too.

An Yuefeng understood what she meant. An Mi was telling him that if he dared to covet her mother's grave, she would not let it go even if she pleaded with the Emperor. He was just a small merchant, and the Emperor could take his life with a single word!

Thinking of this, An Yuefeng felt a tremor in his heart, and a trace of fear suddenly surfaced. What frightened him was not only An Mi's threat, but also the An Mi in front of him.

In terms of scheming, An Mi is probably no less cunning than I am!

An Yuefeng's heart pounded, unsure of what to do. He wanted to use her, otherwise he wouldn't be satisfied. But could he use someone more shrewd and powerful than himself? And what would be the consequences of doing so?

For the first time, he felt intimidated by tranquility.

An Yuefeng subconsciously took a step back, and An Mi's smile widened, tinged with a hint of smugness. She believed that An Yuefeng was ultimately a clever man.

“I came here today to tell Father that although I’m in the capital, it doesn’t mean I won’t know what’s going on here. I was just telling Cheng Ying today that we shouldn’t show any mercy to those who want to cause trouble, no matter who they are. We should do what needs to be done. Father, you should agree with Mi’er’s approach, right?” An Mi said meaningfully.

An Yuefeng was stunned for a moment. An Mi was warning him not to have any more ideas!

"Agree? Master An is a smart man, how could he not agree?"

While An Yuefeng was still in a daze, a clear voice came from outside the An family hall. Everyone present recognized the voice. An Xinlian and Yu Fangfei's expressions changed as they looked at the person who came. Sure enough, it was the Prince of Bohai.

They knew that with the arrival of the King of Bohai, it would be impossible for them to make things difficult for Anmi. Although they were unwilling, they could only kneel on the ground respectfully and pay their respects, saying, "Greetings, King of Bohai."

An Yuefeng snapped out of his daze and hurriedly knelt down on the ground.

Bai Yi didn't even glance at the group, walking straight towards An Mi, and said with a hint of reproach, "Didn't I tell you to stay put in the Prosperous Flame? You've done nothing but deliver yourself to cause trouble for others."

Even so, Bai Yi knew in his heart that Rong Jincheng, who was probably capable of causing trouble for An Mi, had not yet been born.

An Mi smiled but remained silent. Where was the trace of the eccentric and violent Bai Yi she had heard about? She felt he was more like a mother hen, having to manage everything.

Bai Yi stood beside An Mi before glancing at the people kneeling on the ground. "What? As soon as I came in, I heard some talk of approval or disapproval. What does Master An disapprove of about Mi'er? Tell me."

Despite his calm tone, the words spoken by Bai Yi carried an undeniable air of authority. An Yuefeng trembled and hurriedly said in a trembling voice, "Your Highness has misunderstood. I did not disapprove of Mi'er's actions."

"Oh? Is that so?" Bai Yi frowned, looking at An Mi with some doubt.