The Flourishing Era of Female Merchants

Requesting an imperial decree for a marriage? What does this mean?

An Mi stared intently at Feng Yu, seemingly trying to find some reassuring clue in his eyes and expression. However, she failed. This man was extremely serious at the moment, and An Mi had no doubt that he would really ask the Emperor and Empress for a marriage decree, just as he said.

But what made Feng Yu dare to marry himself?

Thinking about his confession just now, An Mi was absolutely certain that he didn't really believe he had fallen in love with her. All of this seemed so ridiculous. If she could laugh, An Mi would definitely laugh out loud without any restraint. However, under Feng Yu's sharp gaze, An Mi couldn't laugh at this moment.

“General Feng, this kind of joke is not to be taken lightly,” An Mi said, her tone still calm.

Feng Yu frowned. He clearly saw a slight shock on An Mi's face, but the shock was only momentary and still did not achieve the effect he wanted. He couldn't help but sigh. He refused to believe that it would be difficult to see a panicked look on this woman's face.

"A joke? How could this general's life-long affair be a joke?" Feng Yu's eyes flashed, and the evil aura in his eyes reappeared. He was already very close to An Mi, and now he took a few more steps closer to her.

An Mi sensed danger approaching, but she didn't retreat an inch. If she did, she would become a laughing stock in Feng Yu's eyes. Besides, in her opinion, Feng Yu in front of her seemed more like a paper tiger than a real threat.

The two were so close that it was easy to misunderstand, just then, Empress Feng's voice came from behind Anmi...

"What life-long event? What a joke?" Empress Feng stood at the door, not expecting to see An Mi and Feng Yu here after just returning from the Emperor's place. The two were so close that she couldn't help but frown slightly. However, the slight frown was easily mistaken for an air of authority, making it easy for people not to pay attention. After glancing at the two, Empress Feng continued, "An Mi, you've come too?"

An Mi was slightly taken aback. From what she heard, An Mi realized something and looked up at Han Yu, only to see her with her head down. Then she glanced at Feng Yu, and the ambiguous smile on his face made her understand immediately.

It was clearly not the Empress who sent Han Yu to summon her, but this Feng Yu. Their meeting here was not accidental. Did this man plan everything and wait for her?

Recalling the man's attitude and actions just now, An Mi secretly realized that she had really been targeted by this young master Feng, which was not a good thing!

All of this became clearer and clearer in her mind. This man was clearly teasing her on purpose. What did he mean by falling in love with her and asking for a marriage decree? He wanted to scare her, or even see her panicked!

Just as he was thinking this, Feng Yu's voice sounded again, "Empress Aunt, it was your nephew who asked Han Yu to summon her. Please don't blame me, Aunt."

Empress Feng raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised. Feng Yu sent An Mi? What did he send her for? What did the two of them just discuss?

Empress Feng glanced at the two of them discreetly and chuckled, "Alright, I'm used to having Anmi come over every day to chat with me and relieve my boredom. Now that you've summoned her, I'm spared one thing. What are you still standing here for? Sit down."

As Empress Feng spoke, she sat down on the couch with Han Yu's help. Feng Yu glanced at An Mi, a half-smile playing on his lips. Empress Feng seemed to recall what she had just heard about some important life event and some jokes. She still couldn't suppress her curiosity, and her gaze shifted between An Mi and Feng Yu for a moment. "Yu'er, why did you call An Mi here? Could it be that you admire her embroidery skills and want her to make you a dress?"

An Mi felt Feng Yu glance at her, and that gaze made her scalp tingle. She had a vague premonition of something bad. Sure enough, Feng Yu did not pause for a moment and said, "Aunt, your nephew has taken a liking to her, but your nephew does not just want her to make a dress for you."

I've taken a liking to someone, but this "taking a liking" is not the same as that "taking a liking"!

"Oh?" Empress Feng seemed even more interested. She knew her nephew quite well; the sons of the Feng family were arguably even more arrogant than princes and dukes, especially this eldest son. There were very few things that could catch his eye or make him put in so much effort. "How so?"

“Aunt, I want her to make clothes for me for the rest of my life.” Feng Yu narrowed his eyes and said firmly, his gaze falling on An Mi without leaving a trace, as if he were provoking her. Her words were clear enough. Did this woman think he was joking just now?

Indeed, he might have been joking a lot just now, wanting to see how Anmi would react. However, Anmi's reaction piqued his interest, and his inherent flaws and desire for conquest compelled him to continue playing along.

This time, he wasn't joking. He increased his stakes and wanted to see if Anmi would remain calm and composed.

An Mi frowned. Was Feng Yu really going all out?

She understood that this man was just playing with her, and if she showed any sign of panic, she would be giving Feng Yu what he wanted.

Was he teasing her? Her response was to remain unmoved, temporarily appearing in his eyes as a emotionless puppet.

Feng Yu expressed his feelings to the Empress in this way, but Empress Feng was not a person without thoughts. Feng Yu dared to mess around with her life's most important matter, and Empress Feng would not just stand by and watch him do so.

She hadn't forgotten that in Empress Feng's eyes, her own status was lowly and unworthy of respect. The wife of the eldest son of the Feng family would surely be a lady of equal social standing. Such a royal relative, especially when Empress Feng was vying for the throne for her son, would be a huge bargaining chip for gaining allies. How could she just stand by and watch this bargaining chip be so easily destroyed?

Besides, in her previous life, Feng Yu's wife was not An Mi!

Anmi's heart was unusually calm, as if she hadn't heard anything or seen anything. She calmly watched General Feng in front of her, wondering what kind of drama he was going to put on.

Empress Feng instantly understood Feng Yu's meaning. Her face darkened, clearly showing her displeasure. She glanced at Feng Yu, then at An Mi, but feigned ignorance, saying, "That depends on An Mi's wishes. She was summoned to the palace by the Emperor. Although she is temporarily embroidering and making clothes for the ladies of the harem, she is not a royal servant. Whether she is willing to make clothes for a lifetime depends on her own willingness. Yu'er, the Feng family has many good tailors and embroiderers. Why make An Mi toil for you? Besides, I also greatly admire An Mi's skills. I am not willing to give her to you to make clothes for you."