The Flourishing Era of Female Merchants

Empress Feng hadn't seen An Mi for quite some time. An Mi had formed an alliance with her regarding Consort Rong's matter. However, glancing at Bai Yi beside her, Empress Feng still felt extremely aggrieved, and her tone became even more sarcastic, "You're here too! Bai Yi, I didn't expect you to be so close to the Yu family."

Upon hearing this, Master Yu broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly said, "The Prince of Bohai came to offer his condolences out of friendship as a colleague. Your Majesty the Empress..."

"Hehe, look how scared you are. Did I say anything? Now that you say it, it sounds like you're trying to cover something up." Empress Feng interrupted Master Yu, her smile icy. "However, I must remind Master Yu that His Majesty is most wary of ministers forming cliques and harboring ulterior motives. Master Yu, you should think carefully."

Master Yu panicked even more, "Yes, yes, yes, I understand, I understand."

Empress Feng's words were loaded with meaning; she was telling Bai Yi not to even think about trying to win over the Yu family. But from beginning to end, Bai Yi acted as if nothing was wrong. Only An Mi noticed the subtle disdain in his calm eyes.

Empress Feng probably didn't get the reaction she wanted from Bai Yi, and felt somewhat frustrated. She snorted coldly in displeasure and decided not to stay there any longer. Looking at the room full of white silk, the more she looked, the more she thought about the sudden funeral that had ruined her good fortune, and she felt very unlucky.

She offered a few words of comfort to Master Yu in a lukewarm manner before preparing to leave. As Empress Feng departed, Feng Yu showed no intention of leaving. Empress Feng glanced at him, frowned, and before she could tell him to leave, Feng Yu spoke first, "Aunt Empress, as the future son-in-law of the Yu family, it is only right that I stay and do something in the face of such a tragedy."

The future son-in-law? Empress Feng snorted inwardly. Who knew how this marriage would turn out? However… Empress Feng frowned and chuckled, “Yu’er is indeed very thoughtful. As the future son-in-law, you should do your best. You can stay here and see if there’s anything Master Yu can do to help. Master Yu shouldn’t have any objections!”

Ah, on the other hand, it's not such a bad thing that Feng Yu stayed in the Yu family!

Empress Feng glanced at Master Yu, whose face was rather unpleasant, and a chill ran through her heart. She knew that this old fox, Master Yu, was unwilling. Who would want such a thorn in their side? But she couldn't stop him from being unwilling.

"Yes, yes, this old minister is more than grateful, how could I possibly have any objections?" Master Yu forced a smile, though he was extremely unwilling, he had no choice but to accept it.

Empress Feng nodded in satisfaction and left the mourning hall. Without the oppressive feeling that Empress Feng had when she was there, Master Yu still dared not relax too much. What exactly was Feng Yu planning to do by asking to stay here?

At this moment, even Yu Ling'er became wary. She hated Feng Yu, even though he was a famous general and handsome. His existence prevented her from being with her brother-in-law. He was her biggest enemy!

What is he staying here for?

Even if Feng Yu tries to win her favor, she can forget about marrying him!

Fortunately, there is now a three-year mourning period, but during these three years, she must find a way to completely ruin this marriage!

As Yu Ling'er was thinking, she glanced at Feng Yu with a mixture of wariness and hatred. She saw Feng Yu walk towards her with a bright smile on his face. Yu Ling'er frowned and became even more vigilant.

However, instead of seeing Feng Yu walking towards her, she saw him suddenly stop, his gaze fixed on someone, and he said loudly, "Miss Anmi, it's been a long time. You seem even more beautiful now."

When Feng Yu spoke, everyone present had different expressions. Master Yu frowned deeply. Could it be that Feng Yu stayed because of this woman named An Mi? Master Yu had recently heard a lot about An Mi. This woman now lived in the Bohai Prince's mansion and was deeply favored by the Bohai Prince. Some people even speculated that after the Emperor canceled the engagement between the Bohai Prince and Yun Xiu, An Mi might have a chance to become the Bohai Prince's consort.

Master Yu snapped out of his deep thought. How could Feng Yu actually start chatting with a woman right there in his wife's mourning hall?

Immediately, Master Yu's face darkened.

When Yu Ling'er saw the face being stared at by Feng Yu, her head went blank, and she immediately felt a surge of anger. An Mi... Judging from Feng Yu's eyes, he was clearly very interested in An Mi. If this person wasn't An Mi, Yu Ling'er would have been happy if Feng Yu had taken a liking to another woman, so that she would have a better chance of getting away. However, since this person was An Mi, she felt unbalanced.

The thought that her brother-in-law also thought Anmi was still thinking about him made her furious.

What's so great about this tranquil place? Why do all these men focus their attention on her?

Yu Ling'er clenched her fists tightly, as if she was trying her best to suppress something.

Bai Yi's previously calm eyes quickly hardened, and he was about to say something when a woman's voice rang out first...

"Hmph, what a vile woman! This is my mother's mourning hall, how could you defile it?" Yu Ling'er, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly stood up and rushed towards An Mi, pushing her. An Mi was caught off guard and stumbled. Fortunately, Bai Yi was quick-witted and caught An Mi in his arms, preventing her from falling.

Yu Ling'er felt a little resentful and became even more aggressive, "Get out of my Yu family!"

As she spoke, she was about to rush forward again, but An Mi frowned, a hint of disgust flashing in her eyes. This Yu Ling'er was far too unfriendly to her!

An Mi's eyes flickered slightly, and her gaze inadvertently caught a glimpse of the ambiguous smile on Feng Yu's lips. Her brows furrowed even more. Was Feng Yu still gloating?

Seeing that Yu Ling'er was about to touch her again, An Mi was also a little angry. She was suffering an undeserved disaster, but she was not someone who would be bullied and manipulated. Didn't Yu Ling'er learn her lesson last time?

An Mi thought to herself, if Yu Ling'er wanted to provoke her, she wouldn't let her do as she pleased. If she wanted to cause trouble for her, then she would fight her to the end.

All the resentment in Yu Ling'er's heart seemed to burst forth at this moment. She wished she could scratch An Mi's face. She was clearly not a beauty that could topple kingdoms, but everyone liked her. Where did she get the ability to do that?

Yu Ling'er's heart was filled with all sorts of wicked thoughts. As she rushed towards An Mi, she secretly curled her hand, and her sharp nails seemed to be her weapon. Hmph, once An Mi is disfigured and becomes an ugly monster, let's see if these men will still flock to her!