The Flourishing Era of Female Merchants

Feng Yu is an extremely cautious person, and his smile at this moment also gives people a sense of danger.

“That little embroiderer is indeed more than just a simple embroiderer.” To Yi Zhuxuan’s surprise, Feng Yu spoke up, a half-smile playing on his lips.

Yi Zhuxuan was taken aback. Was the contents of this secret letter about An Mi?

Feng Yu actually investigated An Mi? For An Mi to use someone who could access this secret letter to investigate, it must be something he values ​​extremely. An Mi? Feng Yu's high regard for An Mi surprised her somewhat.

Yi Zhuxuan glanced at Feng Yu cautiously, as if trying to figure out whether his attention was good or bad for An Mi!

"Tell me, what was An Mi like before she became Miss Yan, when she was still in the An family?" Feng Yu glanced at the secret letter he had placed on the table. The contents of the letter only contained information about Miss Yan. He thought she was just a lowly embroiderer, but he never expected that she would have such great abilities.

Rongjin City is neither very big nor very small. For a woman to not only gain a foothold in Rongjin City but also to lead the Rongjin City Chamber of Commerce, it is said that the men in the Chamber of Commerce go to great lengths to flatter and fawn over this Miss Yan. In the Great Jin Dynasty, this is such a rare thing.

The secret letter said that when they were in Rongjin City, the King of Bohai and Miss Yan, also known as An Mi, were very close, but he wanted to know just how close they were.

"Miss Yan?" Yi Zhuxuan had no idea who Miss Yan was.

Feng Yu glanced at her indifferently, tossed the secret letter on the table to her, and made an exception by letting her look at its contents. But once she looked at it, the various things listed on it stirred up quite a few waves in her heart.

Miss Yan? Anmi? The owner of the Flourishing Flame? The wealthiest businesswoman in Rongjin City? Or the president of the Rongjin City Chamber of Commerce?

Is all of this about peace and tranquility?

How could this be? She thought An Mi had only gained the favor of the Prince of Bohai and that she had only been able to obtain the Emperor's decree to enter the capital because of her embroidery skills. How could this be?

Was she just an ordinary rich girl?

Looking at the contents, Yi Zhuxuan's mind was filled with too many questions and disbelief. She couldn't believe that these things were true. So many unexpected things had happened during the time she was away from Rongjin City.

Anmi... Are these achievements an honor or a burden for her? Yi Zhuxuan couldn't tell, but one thing she was very clear about was that at this moment, she found that the jealousy in her heart was growing stronger.

Why? Thinking of her own experience, how she had even used her body as a bargaining chip to escape that place, and how she had finally managed to escape only to encounter such a demon. Thinking of that night and the cruel and bloody scenes in that village, Yi Zhuxuan's body couldn't help but tremble.

Yi Zhuxuan gripped the secret letter tightly in her hand, her fingernails even piercing through the paper, completely unaware of who she was in front of.

Such an obvious reaction was naturally noticed by Feng Yu. His sharp eyes narrowed, and his guess gradually took shape. A hint of disdain flashed in his eyes as he spoke indifferently, "It seems that you and that little embroiderer don't get along very well. Are you jealous of her? Heh, interesting. You're just a maid. Jealousy of your mistress is not an appropriate emotion."

"No, what kind of young lady is she? In the An family, she's worse off than an ordinary maid!" Yi Zhuxuan finally couldn't suppress her emotions and said through gritted teeth. An Mi, oh An Mi, while she suffered so much, An Mi had such a glorious experience. How could she be at peace with that?

At this moment, her mindset was extremely distorted, and she even forgot that even though An Mi was treated as a maid, she was still her master.

Feng Yu raised an eyebrow, his eyes flashing with an even more intense wickedness. "Worse than an ordinary maid? What does that mean?"

Yi Zhuxuan snorted coldly, then described the situation at Anmi Anfu to Feng Yu. Feng Yu listened calmly, the corners of his mouth gradually turning up. A concubine's daughter who was suppressed by her stepmother? Heh, looking at the information sent in this secret letter, he couldn't connect Miss Yan with that weak woman who was suppressed to the point of not even uttering a sound.

Unconsciously, his interest in that tranquility grew even stronger.

"That time, she was kicked by the Fifth Miss and broke her ribs. I wish she hadn't died, but she happened to meet the kind-hearted Doctor Qinglan and was saved. Doctor Qinglan took such good care of her." The more Yi Zhuxuan spoke, the more upset she became. She didn't know before that the doctor in the green robe actually had such a noble identity—the First Prince!

What merit does An Mi possess to deserve the Crown Prince's care for her injuries?

She couldn't even get close to the Liu family back then. Heaven is really unfair. It gave An Mi so much good luck, but treated her so cruelly!

Hearing this, Feng Yu thought of the day he met Qinglan going to Yanfu Palace to find Anmi, and the smile on his lips widened.

So it turns out that Qinglan and that little embroiderer's connection originated in Rongjin City?

Ah, what a Rong Jincheng, what a peaceful place!

Feng Yu stood up, ignoring what Yi Zhuxuan was saying. To him, women's jealousy was beneath him. What he needed to do... Thinking of An Mi, Qing Lan, and then the King of Bohai, this was getting interesting!

Both brothers were interested in that young embroiderer, so how could he bear not to get involved?!

The next day at noon, An Mi was taken to the Empress's palace by Han Yu, who was by the Empress's side, just like every day. However, this time, she did not see the Empress. In the huge hall, there was a figure with his back to her, tall and straight. An Mi could not forget that aura alone.

The reason was simple: she couldn't ignore the dangerous aura emanating from this person.

Anmi paused as she stepped into the hall.

"What? Miss Anmi doesn't dare to come in?" It was at that pause that the provocative voice rang out in the hall, and Feng Yu had already turned around, his gaze fixed intently on Anmi, a half-smile on his face.

For some reason, after reading the contents of the secret letter and hearing Yi Zhuxuan's account of An Mi being treated like a servant in the An family mansion, he looked at An Mi and felt that although her face was not stunningly beautiful, it seemed a little dazzling.

He had to admit that, deep down, he couldn't help but admire the woman.

An Mi twitched the corners of her mouth, remaining calm and composed. "General Feng misunderstands. An Mi simply thought it would be safer to wait outside since Her Majesty the Empress was not present."

"Hehe, you make it sound so nice, but you still don't dare! Is it because of me? Is it because of me that you don't dare to come in?" Feng Yu stroked the jade pendant hanging from his waist and walked towards An Mi step by step.