The Flourishing Era of Female Merchants

Empress Feng's words were veiled, but they were also a subtle reminder to Feng Yu that whatever his feelings for An Mi might be, he should give up on them immediately.

But Feng Yu was always proud. As a commander of thousands of troops, he had long developed a domineering personality. At this moment, he had not achieved his goal, so how could he give up? Even though the Empress Feng's hints were so obvious, he was still unwilling to give up. He glanced at An Mi without leaving a trace, and Feng Yu's desire to conquer this woman intensified.

Empress Feng pretended not to understand, so he made his point even clearer. Having made up his mind, Feng Yu raised the corners of his mouth, and instead of sitting, he stood up and walked to the center of the hall, where he knelt down in front of Empress Feng. “Aunt, from the first moment I saw An Mi, I have fallen in love with her. I hope that you will grant me your blessing and bestow a marriage upon me and An Mi.”

Upon hearing this, An Mi frowned, but Empress Feng's face turned extremely ugly. Her wide eyes seemed about to pop out. What on earth was Feng Yu up to?

Did he fall in love with An Mi at first sight? Hmph, so what if it was love at first sight? She hinted so obviously just now, yet he didn't take it to heart at all.

A marriage decree? How could the eldest son of the Feng family marry a commoner? As for a concubine... Empress Feng glanced at An Mi. This woman was extraordinary in Bai Yi's eyes. She was planning to have this woman marry Bai Yi!

Thinking of her own plans, Empress Feng narrowed her eyes, a sharp glint flashing in them. Where did this An Mi come from? She actually managed to make Feng Yu...

"Your Majesty, Anmi has always been well-behaved and dared not have the slightest wishful thinking." Anmi stood up, lowered her head, and looked somewhat fearful.

At this moment, she had to maintain a certain attitude. She was telling the Empress that she had not seduced General Feng, and that it was all General Feng's own decision, which she could not control!

Empress Feng frowned, and the anger she had just felt towards An Mi had largely disappeared. That's right, An Mi had been frequently in her palace recently, and the woman had indeed been behaving herself. Even when An Mi wasn't in her palace, Empress Feng had people watching over her, and the reports she received hadn't revealed anything that displeased her.

It seems he really is his nephew...

Empress Feng's sharp eyes narrowed slightly. After a moment of silence, she spoke, "An Mi, then tell me, do you accept Yu'er's feelings for you, or do you not?"

An Mi subtly furrowed her brows, inwardly thinking: This Empress Feng is truly an old fox. She clearly disagrees with Feng Yu's request for an imperial decree, but instead of directly refusing, she pushes her forward to play the villain.

Heh… A hint of sarcasm surfaced in An Mi's heart, but she bit her lip, feigning fear as she glanced at Feng Yu. Her fear of him was undisguised, as if she feared that her refusal would offend this ruthless star. “Your Majesty… An Mi is of lowly status and dares not presume to presume upon you…”

"You..." Feng Yu never expected that this woman, who had been so calm and showed no fear of him just moments before, would reveal such an expression in the blink of an eye. Fear? What was she afraid of? She was clearly just acting!

Although he wanted to see her scared and panicked, the fear she acted out only made him feel worse. This woman was clearly provoking him with her actions!

"Your Majesty, General Feng is the Empress's nephew and a general who commands a large army. An Mi is a lowly woman with no strength to even kill a chicken. She really does not want to offend General Feng. If she does, the consequences will be terrible. Losing her life is secondary; what she fears is suffering endless torment and threats!" An Mi's shoulders trembled slightly, as if she were sobbing, which made Feng Yu's face darken even more.

What a peaceful place! What does she mean? Is she implying that he, Feng Yu, is narrow-minded and cannot tolerate a woman who has offended him?

Suddenly, Feng Yu froze. Narrow-minded? He had to admit that his repeated attempts to elicit An Mi's panic showed he was indeed somewhat narrow-minded towards her. But this An Mi…

He narrowed his eyes, watching An Mi's ever-changing expression, and a smile appeared on his lips, but no one could guess what he was thinking.

"How clever An Mi is!" Feng Yu raised an approving eyebrow. Even the Empress couldn't help but take another look at An Mi. They weren't stupid. After thinking about it carefully, they understood An Mi's intention in saying those words. An Mi wanted to get a protection, a promise, and a talisman from the Empress so that she wouldn't have to worry about Feng Yu causing trouble!

Feng Yu understood, but didn't know how to respond. Empress Feng understood as well. Although she didn't feel much pity for An Mi and was unwilling to offer her any protection, she knew that if she didn't give An Mi a promise, An Mi might not agree to reject Feng Yu.

Empress Feng smiled, her gaze towards An Mi carrying a hint of something unreadable. Was this An Mi merely a lowly embroiderer? No, absolutely not!

Her intelligence destined her to be extraordinary.

"Alright," Empress Feng said, her brows furrowed. She took An Mi's hand and gently comforted her, "Don't worry, he can't do anything to you. You were summoned to the palace by the Emperor and have worked hard for the harem. Even if he is a great general, he can't use his power to oppress you. Just do as you please, and I will ensure your safety."

The quiet sobbing stopped, but she still looked at Empress Feng with suspicion and unease. However, she also knew that this was the greatest promise she could get. If she were to push her luck and take the lead, she might end up losing more than she gained.

An Mi understood the situation and bit her lip. "Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness. I am deeply grateful. I cannot accept General Feng's kindness. I only wish to be an ordinary embroiderer, nothing more."

Empress Feng nodded upon hearing the words that pleased her. She turned to look at Feng Yu's face, which was as dark as could be, and chuckled, "Yu'er, you've seen it too. He's willing, but I'm not. I am the mother of the nation, and you are my nephew, but Anmi is also one of my subjects. I can't disregard the feelings of the people for your sake. It's not easy to be fair to everyone. Yu'er, you should be more understanding of me. Let's not bring this up again."

Feng Yu clenched her fists. What was going on? Had she actually lost to this little embroiderer?

Especially knowing that she was acting, yet anxiously unable to find a solution, Feng Yu narrowed his eyes, remained silent for a moment, and then spat out a sentence through gritted teeth, "Nephew understands."

"Good, it's good that you understand. Anmi, you may go now. You can rest assured and continue your embroidery in the palace. If anyone dares to make things difficult for you, just tell me, and I will definitely stand up for you." Empress Feng glanced at Anmi and waved her hand.