The Flourishing Era of Female Merchants

An Xinlian was full of confidence, as if she already had a plan in mind. An Mi, so what if you have the King of Bohai traveling with you? In the end, she will make sure that they die without even knowing who really took their lives.

As for An Mi's businesses... An Xinlian glanced at An Yuefeng imperceptibly, her smile becoming even more enigmatic. Why could An Mi reach a position that she couldn't?

She insisted on replacing tranquility!

The next day, An Mi and Bai Yi set off from Rongjin City. As An Mi had expected, the people from the Rongjin City Chamber of Commerce had already arrived at the city gate early in the morning to see her off.

An Mi's gaze swept over everyone. Was An Yuefeng here too?

An Mi didn't pay much attention and got into her carriage. This carriage was carefully prepared by Cheng Ying, with several layers of thick bedding. Even if the journey was bumpy, the person sitting inside wouldn't be too uncomfortable. The huge space was spacious and comfortable, and it was very comfortable to sit or lie down.

She had to admit that Cheng Ying understood her preferences.

However, with the addition of someone she had always wanted to avoid and guard against in this comfortable environment, the feeling was quite different.

The procession had traveled some distance when the carriage suddenly stopped. Just as An Mi was about to find out what had happened, the carriage curtain was lifted, and a handsome face with a bright smile appeared in front of her. Who else could it be but Bai Yi?

Immediately afterward, Bai Yi ignored her objections and stayed in her carriage. The procession set off again, and An Mi always felt very uncomfortable in the originally comfortable carriage because of Bai Yi's presence.

An Mi frowned slightly as she looked at the space that Bai Yi had taken up most of. Bai Yi, on the other hand, was quite relaxed, lying on the mattress that Cheng Ying had prepared for her, propping his head up with one hand. His languid demeanor was tinged with a hint of wicked charm, especially his gaze, which had never left her since she got into the carriage. Even though An Mi tried to ignore it, she couldn't.

She had to admit that Bai Yi's presence was becoming increasingly important to her.

An Mi endured it all and finally arrived at her lodging for the night. As soon as she got off the carriage, she felt her tense body relax. That night, while Bai Yi was coaxing Liu'er to sleep, An Mi closed the door early, as if she was on guard against something.

She slept soundly through the night, unaware that the person she was wary of had indeed arrived at her doorstep, pushed the tightly shut door, and left with a helpless shake of his head.

On the way from Rong Jincheng to the capital, there were many dangerous places. These places were often frequented by bandits, the most notorious of which were the bandits of Lingfeng Pass. These bandits not only targeted merchant caravans, but also took a lot of things from the government.

Every caravan that regularly travels this route is terrified of these bandits.

Even if a caravan is in a hurry, it usually doesn't dare to pass through here by evening. They will wait until dawn the next day before they dare to pass through.

That evening, a carriage slowly arrived at the pass. At the same time, inside the mountain stronghold of Lingfeng Pass, a burly man hurriedly entered the house. Upon seeing the person sitting on the couch, he immediately cupped his hands and said, "Boss, a sheep has come to the pass. A carriage, without any guards, and he dares to pass through here at night. Humph, I think he doesn't take our brothers of Lingfeng Pass seriously."

The man on the couch, known as the leader, was dressed in a striking red robe, his face even more beautiful. He reclined with his back to the burly man, swirling the wine cup in his hand. A slight smile appeared on his lips, and a woman's voice came out, "Who cares if he takes us seriously or not? As long as we take his money seriously, that's all that matters."

Since there aren't many people, this business deal should be easy to do, right?

"Hehe, that's true, boss. I've already sent people to rob them. Same rules as always, the people can leave, but the goods have to be left behind. I just don't know how much silver this deal will bring." The burly man's eyes lit up when he mentioned silver.

Just then, a commotion arose outside the village. The woman in red on the bed frowned slightly, and soon the noise entered the house.

"Boss, this guy has no money, and he wants to see you." A tall, thin man gestured for several bandits to bring the person in. "And he's a woman..."

No sooner had he said this than the eldest brother on the couch turned around, sprang to his feet, and walked step by step toward An Xinlian, holding a wine cup.

Indeed, the person brought in was An Xinlian. She had long heard that the bandits of Lingfeng Pass were quite powerful, and the reason she found them was to ensure that her plan would not fail.

However, when she saw the woman in red walking towards her, her every step graceful and elegant, An Xinlian was stunned. She hadn't expected that the leader of this band of bandits was a woman, and such a beautiful one at that.

It makes one wonder why such a woman would become a bandit on this mountain.

However, An Xinlian was even more at ease at this moment. She knew that this woman, who could command this group of mountain bandits, must be no ordinary person. And what she wanted was to use this extraordinary person to deal with An Mi, or even the King of Bohai.

"Old..." An Xinlian smiled and called out in a friendly manner, but as soon as she uttered that word, something unexpected happened.

The woman in red raised her hand, and the wine in her glass poured out, splashing it accurately onto An Xinlian's face, soaking her and interrupting her speech.

An Xinlian, her face covered in alcohol, froze for a moment, unable to react for a second.

The woman in red gave a cold snort, "Old? What's wrong with being old? Am I that old?"

An Xinlian was slightly taken aback, her face turning pale. The surrounding bandits secretly chuckled, thinking to themselves that their leader had a bad temper, and this woman had called him "old," which was one of the words the leader hated most. With her face covered in alcohol, she was actually getting off easy.

"No, I...I was wrong, what I meant was..." An Xinlian forced a smile. She was initially displeased, but considering that she was in a bandit's den, she had to suppress her anger.

The woman in red glanced at her. "Don't explain. Your stammering is annoying."

The woman in red waved her hand, paused, and continued, "Seventh Brother, what did you just say? She didn't bring any money? If she didn't bring any money, why did you bring her here? According to the old rules, take her to the checkpoint and let the cold wind blow on her for three days and three nights, then release her. We are mountain bandits; we want money, not human lives."

An Xinlian's face turned pale. Was it not about taking a life? But three days and three nights? She seriously doubted whether anyone would still be alive.