The Flourishing Era of Female Merchants

An Mi's eyes narrowed, and she subconsciously distanced herself from Consort Rong. She had just gone to the Empress's palace and hadn't had time to bathe and change upon her return...

Empress Feng, oh Empress Feng, if you want to use someone else to do your dirty work, why make her the scapegoat? What a brilliant plan to kill two birds with one stone!

“Your Highness Consort Rong, if you don’t want to die, and if you don’t want any harm to the child in your womb, it’s best not to make a fuss. Even if you need to summon the imperial physician, you should find one you trust who won’t reveal your secret,” An Mi said. There were only Consort Rong’s personal maid and Liu Guang Yi Fei and others in the room, so she didn’t have any reservations.

Did the Empress want to use her? And how could she let her have her way?

Upon hearing this, Consort Rong looked at An Mi strangely, seemingly processing the meaning behind her words. A child? A child? The word kept swirling in Consort Rong's mind. Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and she gagged again. However, this time, she didn't make a fuss about summoning the imperial physician immediately as before. Instead, she waited until she calmed down and had a moment to recover before looking at An Mi. "You mean... I'm pregnant?"

Although Consort Rong was excited, she also wanted to be more certain of An Mi's words, "How did you know? You are not married and are still a virgin."

An Mi twitched the corner of her mouth. Just because she didn't get married in this life doesn't mean she didn't get married in the previous one, does it?

However, Anmi could not tell her about her rebirth. "Your Majesty, Anmi has seen people with the same symptoms as Your Majesty, so I am certain that Your Majesty is pregnant. If Your Majesty does not believe Anmi, you may summon the imperial physician to take a look. However, Anmi still maintains that if Your Majesty is concerned about the child in your womb and does not want Your Majesty and the child to be envied or harmed in the slightest, please summon someone who can keep Your Majesty's secret."

Anmi is neither a kind person nor someone with an overflowing kindness. She doesn't want to save the two people from being harmed. She simply wants to avenge herself and others who were almost used as pawns in someone else's scheme.

Consort Rong was a bit arrogant because of the emperor's favor, but she wasn't completely stupid. She understood what An Mi meant. In this harem, how many women had conceived the emperor's child but failed to give birth? Just thinking about it made it clear. Although she wanted to show off in front of Empress Feng, she had to endure it and not be ostentatious for the sake of the child in her womb.

Consort Rong's gaze towards An Mi changed, even showing a hint of gratitude. "Thank you for reminding me. I will return to the palace now, and I ask that you keep this a secret for me as well."

Anmi smiled but remained silent. She had no interest in meddling in the affairs of the harem, so she would never say anything she shouldn't.

Consort Rong did not stay in Yanfu Palace for long. An Mi watched her leave, her expression becoming unusually solemn. Empress Feng, Empress Feng, why did you scheme against me like this?

Could it be because of Bai Yi?

She didn't want to have anything to do with the intrigue and backstabbing in the palace, but perhaps the moment the emperor issued the decree summoning her to the capital, it was destined that she would have to be involved.

Now, all she can and must do is protect herself.

Anmi took a bath and changed her clothes. She was about to continue embroidering when, unexpectedly, a guest arrived at Yanfu Palace, much to her surprise.

"Anmi greets General Feng." Anmi recognized the man and curtsied gracefully. She wondered why he had appeared at Yanfu Palace. Her intuition told her that this seemingly gentle man had a sinister air about him. Thinking about the reputation of this young master of the Feng family, Anmi frowned inwardly. She could only describe him as unfathomable.

Feng Yu narrowed his eyes slightly and carefully examined the embroiderer this time. Although she was not as stunningly beautiful as Yun Xiu, her delicate features made her a beauty in her own right, and the tranquility between her brows added to her charm.

But how could that alone please the arrogant Prince of Bohai?

He now had some doubts about whether Yi Zhuxuan's words were true or false. However, he believed more that Yi Zhuxuan, that woman, did not have the guts to lie to him, and that it was true that the King of Bohai liked this little embroiderer.

Haha, interesting!

"Are you An Mi?" Feng Yu asked a pointless question, his gaze fixed on An Mi, wanting to see her reaction.

Anmi calmly replied, "This humble woman is indeed Anmi."

There were not many words exchanged, because An Mi had a very bad impression of Feng Yu. Not to mention that he was Bai Yi and Qing Lan's enemy, she couldn't like Feng Yu just because he was Feng Xiang Lan's brother.

Feng Yu seemed to be deliberately looking for an opportunity to spend more time with this woman named An Mi. Seeing that her attitude was neither warm nor cold, he felt a little displeased. He glanced at the fabrics and needles in the room, as well as some completed embroidery, and his eyes narrowed. "I have come here to ask you to make me a set of clothes."

An Mi frowned imperceptibly, thinking to herself, "Even if you are a general, you shouldn't be using palace resources to make clothes!"

However, Anmi knew that since this person had come, he must have already made up his mind and did not want to cause any trouble. Anmi nodded and immediately instructed Liuguang and Yifei to take his measurements.

Feng Yu originally wanted her to do it herself, but An Mi spoke first, saying that Consort Rong's clothes needed to be sent urgently and she had to take care of them first. Before Feng Yu could reply, An Mi sat down in front of the embroidery frame, took the needle and thread, and began to embroider attentively.

Feng Yu was taken aback, feeling displeased. However, An Mi's words were so airtight that he couldn't find any clues, and even if he wanted to make things difficult for her, he couldn't find a way to do so.

Therefore, Feng Yu gained another impression of this tranquil woman: she was meticulous and intelligent.

Watching her deftly weave needle and thread through the silk, Feng Yu couldn't help but nod, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes. This young embroiderer, regardless of any other skills she might possess that could attract the Prince of Bohai, her embroidery skills alone were superb, even for someone like him who knew nothing about embroidery.

After taking the measurements, Feng Yu sat down and ordered tea to be served. While drinking the tea, he looked at Anmi's embroidery and found this tranquility to be exceptionally rare.

At first, he was trying to find out what was so special about this woman. In the end, he found himself enjoying the peace. When Anmi finished the last stitch and put away her needlework, she looked up and met a pair of unfathomable eyes. If Qinglan's eyes were clear and bright, and Baiyi's black eyes were deep and captivating, then the eyes of the man before her were filled with evil. Unlike the evil of the King of Southern Xinjiang, Feng Yu's evil was stained with blood, as if he had been baptized in blood and become bloodthirsty.

This bloodlust was dangerous, and looking at that handsome face with a faint smile, An Mi felt a tremor in her heart. She wanted to say that the bloodthirsty evil in his eyes, hidden beneath that warm smile, made her skin crawl.