The Flourishing Era of Female Merchants

Emperor Mingde lowered his gaze slightly and said calmly, "Very well. It was clearly a good thing, but it has turned out like this. You should all give her some advice. This marriage is the most suitable one."

"Yes, Your Majesty, I understand. This marriage is entirely up to Your Majesty and Your Highness to decide." Master Yu lowered his head, suppressing his resentment.

With the Emperor's approval, Master Yu gave one of his sons a wink, and the other son immediately picked up Yu Ling'er and carried her in his arms. Yu Ling'er was still feeling resentful, thinking about how her marriage had been decided just like that. Even though she resisted with her life, the result was not changed in the slightest.

She wanted to continue expressing her feelings and resist the marriage, but even in her confusion, she understood one thing: she couldn't make a scene any longer today. If she did, things might get out of control.

She couldn't help but wonder, how did things turn out this way?

Suddenly, her gaze met a pair of eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and she couldn't help but be startled, as if something had become clear in her mind.

Anmi... Anmi smiled so smugly, her eyes seeming to say: See! Didn't you want to cause me trouble? Now look at the result, are you satisfied?

Her head practically exploded with a bang. Thinking of her original purpose, Yu Ling'er felt a lump in her throat, unable to catch her breath. Her head lolled to the side, and she fainted.

Even though the impact was so painful, she didn't faint, but now she's unconscious. Yu Ling'er, she's furious!

An Mi watched as Yu Ling'er was carried away by her brother, a faint smile still playing on her lips. Given Yu Ling'er's affection for the King of Donglin, the marriage between the Yu and Feng families was likely to have even more exciting developments in the future!

"My dear Yu, my elder brother is not in the capital. So this marriage is settled. After today, I will write a letter to my brother to prepare the betrothal gifts and then choose an auspicious day to formally propose marriage."

Master Yu smiled broadly and said, "Alright, then I'll wait at home."

In an instant, the atmosphere became lively again. The officials and their wives present all congratulated Master Yu, saying that he had found a good marriage. However, heaven knows how much he didn't want this marriage to happen, but how could he change the current situation? He felt that the Yu family had fallen into a trap this time.

As Emperor Mingde watched the lively scene, something flickered in his eyes, something very secretive. However, his keen senses detected something slightly unusual, and he couldn't help but be startled.

Emperor Mingde was no fool; he was quite shrewd. Empress Feng was pushing this marriage to secure a strong supporter for the Feng family and her son. If she could see that, how could Emperor Mingde not?

But why is he also supportive of this marriage?

Could it be that he also favors the second prince to inherit the throne?

An Mi glanced at Qing Lan without leaving a trace, and noticed the clothes he was wearing. Her brows furrowed unconsciously. Why was he wearing the clothes she made for him in such a situation?

Just then, Qinglan also looked over and met Anmi's gaze. In that instant, a soft look gathered in Qinglan's eyes.

Anmi was slightly startled, but suddenly felt her wrist being gripped. Looking at the owner of the large hand, she saw that he had crashed into the deep pool, and his eyes seemed to be warning her.

An Mi couldn't help but sigh inwardly. She simply pulled her hand away from Bai Yi's and quietly took a few steps back, wanting to take advantage of the crowd and leave quickly. However, she had only taken a few steps back when a voice called out to her, "Miss An Mi, where are you going?"

An Mi suddenly stopped in her tracks, clearly sensing that everyone's gaze was fixed on her. An Mi cursed inwardly, but still had to force a smile. "Your Majesty, I see that Your Majesty has something to attend to, so I would like to leave first to avoid disturbing Your Majesty."

Indeed, it was Consort Rong who called out to An Mi just now. Since she had brought An Mi here, she had no intention of letting her leave at this time. A smile appeared on her lips as she slowly walked to An Mi's side, took her hand, and as if to prevent her from insisting on leaving, she said with a smile, "What are you saying?"

After saying this, Consort Rong turned around and bowed to the Emperor and Empress Feng. "Your Majesty, Your Majesty the Empress, please forgive my impatience. I thought that An Mi had put a lot of effort into embroidering and making clothes for the sisters in the harem this time, so I boldly asked someone to invite her to come and celebrate the Ghost Festival with us."

Empress Feng glanced at An Mi. If An Mi hadn't been standing in front of her and quickly dodged, Yu Ling'er wouldn't have been able to hurt her when she was injured on the head. However, it was hard to say whether what happened just now was an accident or An Mi's deliberate act.

It seems she turned out to be a blessing in disguise, facilitating the marriage between Yu Ling'er and Feng Yu. Therefore, she would not pursue the matter further. However, Consort Rong... Thinking of the attention Consort Rong had attracted earlier, Empress Feng felt somewhat uneasy. She glanced at Consort Rong indifferently and said, "Consort Rong has indeed overstepped her bounds. However, Your Majesty, Consort Rong is right about one thing. An Mi has worked so hard for us this time, and we should indeed invite her to join us in this grand event. Even if Consort Rong were not so meddlesome, I should have had someone invite An Mi."

With just one sentence, Consort Rong was slapped across the face. Consort Rong's face naturally darkened, but she couldn't refute him in front of so many people. Thinking of her plans later, Consort Rong suppressed her displeasure.

Empress, what's the use of being arrogant now? Just wait, I'll make sure you can't cry anymore!

"Your Majesty, please forgive me. I will never dare to do it again," Consort Rong said, feigning fear and trepidation.

"Look at what you're saying, sister. I was just saying it casually. How could I really punish you? Your Majesty, it's almost noon. We should move to the banquet hall." Empress Feng said with a smile, but there was a hint of smugness in her eyes when she looked at Consort Rong. She was telling Consort Rong that no matter what, she was the Empress, the mother of the nation, and she was the true master of the harem.

Emperor Mingde paid no attention to the petty scheming of these women, and waved his hand cheerfully to the court officials behind him, "My dear ministers, come, let's move to the banquet hall. Today is a good day, let's not delay."

Everyone agreed. Emperor Mingde took two steps forward and his gaze fell on An Mi. "The Empress is right. An Mi has contributed a lot to this Ghost Festival. Today's grand banquet cannot be without you. You should come along too."