The Flourishing Era of Female Merchants

Feng Yu, of course, had no idea what An Mi was thinking. As if seeing An Mi looking at him, he smiled brightly and said, "Miss An Mi's embroidery skills are indeed exquisite. No wonder my aunt has praised you to me time and time again."

An Mi tugged at the corners of her mouth and smiled faintly. Was she praising her?

She plotted against her, wishing she would fall into the trap she had dug and be doomed forever!

An Mi thought this to herself, but she didn't expose him in front of Feng Yu. She still had that faint, distant smile and said, "General Feng is too kind."

In that brief sentence, Feng Yu could clearly sense that she didn't want to talk any further. He wasn't stupid; he thought to himself, "Hmph, this An Mi seems to dislike me a bit!"

Thinking of this, he narrowed his eyes, about to say something, when a clear voice rang out from the doorway, "Mi..."

The person at the door retracted their words after uttering just one word, not for any other reason than that there was someone else here who shouldn't have been there, besides Anmi.

Qinglan lowered her brows, her expression subtly furrowing. Feng Yu? What's he doing here?

Qinglan glanced at Anmi with concern, her eyes thoughtful.

Like Qinglan, Feng Yu was also quite surprised when he saw Qinglan. His keen senses seemed to have caught something, and his gaze towards Anmi and Qinglan became somewhat strange.

Mi... Is Qinglan going to call this little embroiderer Mi'er?

What does such an intimate way of addressing someone mean?

Feng Yu hadn't expected that he would gain so much today. He learned from Yi Zhuxuan that Bai Yi liked this little embroiderer, and now he even realized that Qing Lan and this little embroiderer also had a close relationship. Hehe, this is interesting. He had to admit that at this moment, his desire to explore this woman named An Mi had grown even stronger.

"Feng Yu greets Your Highness, the First Prince. Your Highness has come here to..." Feng Yu bowed respectfully, his attitude appearing quite humble.

Qinglan quickly composed herself. "I just came to check if the clothes were ready. I didn't expect General Feng to be here as well."

"Did the Crown Prince also commission Miss Anmi to make clothes? I just saw Miss Anmi's embroidery skills, and they are truly exquisite. No wonder Aunt praised them, and no wonder His Highness the Crown Prince entrusted his clothes to Miss Anmi. It seems I have gained quite a bit this time." Feng Yu said with a smile. Indeed, he had gained quite a bit.

Qinglan, oh Qinglan, is the clothing ready yet? How could a prince like him personally concern himself with such matters?

This attempt to cover up the truth only made him more certain of his guess: Did Qinglan also have feelings for Anmi?

One is the eldest prince, and the other is a prince whom the emperor values ​​most. He really underestimated this little embroiderer!

It seems he needs to re-evaluate this woman named Anmi.

“Since the Crown Prince wants to see if the clothes are ready, then I, Feng Yu, will not disturb you any longer. I will take my leave.” Feng Yu said, cupping his hands to Qing Lan, glancing at An Mi without leaving a trace, before leaving the room.

As he stepped out of the room, under the bright, dazzling sun, Feng Yu's lips curled into a smile that was so radiant it seemed eerily bright.

As soon as Feng Yu left, Qinglan frowned. "Why would that person come here?"

"I don't know either, but I just feel that he has ill intentions." An Mi watched Feng Yu's figure gradually disappear from sight outside the door and spoke lightly. The look Feng Yu gave her before leaving made her extremely disgusted. This man was too evil, and she subconsciously rejected him.

Looking at An Mi's calm face, Qing Lan sighed inwardly, "He is the Empress's man. Be careful when you encounter him in the future. This person is no easier to deal with than the Empress!"

An Mi was slightly taken aback. She met Qing Lan's eyes and realized that Qing Lan was also aware of this person's danger.

This put her at ease. In fact, she still regarded the Crown Prince in front of her as the doctor in green robes from Rongjin City. As long as he realized Feng Yu's abilities, he would definitely put more effort into dealing with Feng Yu.

“I understand.” Anmi nodded. Thinking of his purpose, Anmi instructed Liuguang to bring up the finished clothes. She used a blue brocade as the base, embroidered with auspicious cloud patterns. The collar and cuffs were inlaid with gold thread, understated yet luxurious, just like the image of the doctor in the blue robe in his mind.

Qinglan took the clothes, his heart filled with excitement, and he couldn't hide the smile on his face. He hadn't come to see the clothes today; he had only come to see Anmi. But now, with the clothes in his hands, his heart, which hadn't felt warmth for many years, was beating exceptionally fast.

His reaction wasn't because he particularly liked or was amazed by Anmi's craftsmanship, but simply because the garment was made by Anmi. This made it exceptionally precious to him. Even if Anmi couldn't embroider or sew, as long as it came from her hands, even if it was just a rag, he believed his excitement wouldn't diminish in the slightest.

"Thank you," Qinglan said, her gaze towards Anmi particularly intense.

An Mi endured his gaze, yet deliberately ignored it. Qing Lan's affection was undisguised, and even Liu Guang noticed it, his brow furrowing slightly. What to do? His master had feelings for Miss An Mi, and this eldest prince…

Just then, Yifei walked in, breaking the eerie atmosphere. "Miss, Consort Rong has sent someone to invite you to have tea."

An Mi paused slightly, recalling what Consort Rong had just said, and looked up at Qing Lan, "Your Highness, An Mi..."

"Go then, but be careful in all things in this palace." Although Qinglan was reluctant, she couldn't bear to see Anmi in trouble. She glanced at Liuguang and Yifei and said, "Take good care of your mistress."

He could vaguely guess what was going on with these two people, and as long as they could protect Anmi, that was fine.

Under that sharp gaze, Liu Guang and Yi Fei couldn't help but be taken aback. "Yes, we understand."

In Ronghua Palace, Consort Rong sat on the chaise longue. When she saw An Mi enter, she immediately dismissed everyone else in the room, leaving only her and An Mi. Only then did Consort Rong let An Mi sit down, her attitude particularly warm. "An Mi, I really have to thank you today. Otherwise, in my excitement, I was afraid I would have pushed myself and the child in my womb into the eye of the storm."

"Your Majesty, what are you saying? It's Your Majesty's good fortune." An Mi said, thinking to herself that Consort Rong was quite sensible at this crucial moment. It seemed that she had already consulted the imperial physician and confirmed that she was carrying the emperor's child.

Consort Rong rose and touched her still flat belly. "I do hope for a good fortune, but the inner palace may seem peaceful, but it's actually a place of bloodshed and intrigue. How could I not know that? I was favored by the Emperor and was indeed a bit spoiled in the past. I'm afraid I've already become a thorn in the side of others. If some people find out that I'm pregnant, things will really get complicated. But my belly will eventually grow bigger, and others will find out sooner or later. Besides, I can't keep hoping for the Emperor's happiness forever. I also want to make him happy."