The Flourishing Era of Female Merchants

However, just as she reached out to An Mi, before she could even touch her, a large hand gripped her wrist tightly. The force from that hand squeezed her slender wrist relentlessly, and the pain spread rapidly. Yu Ling'er cried out in pain. When she looked up, she met a pair of sharp eyes as dark as a deep pool. The cold light shooting out from those eyes terrified her, making her heart tremble even more than the pain in her wrist.

The King of Bohai... this man who has always been by An Mi's side is like a guardian angel. In her eyes, the fact that An Mi is treated this way makes her extremely unbalanced.

This woman was just a concubine's daughter from a small town. In the capital, where daughters of noble families were everywhere, she was not even worth as much as a piece of rubble. Why should she be cared for? In particular, the nobility that An Mi exuded between her brows was even more glaring.

Yu Ling'er's jealousy and displeasure gradually outweighed her fear of Bai Yi, and she became even more reckless, struggling to break free from Bai Yi's large hand, and shouted sharply, "Let me go!"

How could Bai Yi let her have her way?

To try and harm Mi'er right in front of him, this Yu Ling'er is truly audacious, completely disregarding him.

Thinking back to the last time in the palace, he didn't do anything, but this time... old and new grudges gathered in Bai Yi's heart. Bai Yi has always been a man who doesn't show mercy and doesn't know anything about cherishing women. He only knows that anyone who tries to hurt someone he cares about will not have a good ending.

Yu Ling'er, oblivious to her own limitations, continued to shout, but the force on her wrist grew stronger and stronger. Before Yu Ling'er could even sense the approaching danger, a huge impact shot straight towards her from her wrist. Her delicate strength was no match for it, and she staggered as the force carried her.

"Ah..." Yu Ling'er lost her balance. In her attempt to regain her footing, she failed and crashed hard into the coffin with a loud bang, right before everyone's eyes.

Yu Ling'er had already bumped into someone once before in the palace in an attempt to escape her arranged marriage. And coincidentally, this time, she bumped into the same spot again. The wound, which hadn't fully healed before, was reopened with a large gash after this collision. Almost instantly, blood gushed out, spreading from her forehead down her cheeks and onto her white dress.

The entire mourning hall was filled with pure white, making the glaring bright red stand out starkly. Yu Ling'er screamed frantically, and Master Yu's expression froze for a moment before he hurriedly said, "Quick, quick, call a doctor..."

The previous wounds were difficult to heal, and the old wounds had not yet healed. Now that this serious injury has occurred, it will probably be even more difficult to heal. What if it leaves a scar?

Throughout, Feng Yu's lips curled into a faint smile, tinged with schadenfreude, as if he were enjoying this good show, completely oblivious to the fact that the woman Bai Yi had injured was his fiancée.

However… Feng Yu’s gaze fell on An Mi, and the half-smile on his lips deepened. “Miss An Mi is truly capable. The King of Bohai’s anger must have been for the sake of a beauty!”

Feng Yu spoke sarcastically, his implication being that he wanted to sow discord between the Yu family and the King of Bohai, while also provoking Yu Ling'er to see An Mi as a thorn in her side. For some reason, Yu Ling'er was always at odds with An Mi, which was not a bad thing for him.

As long as Yu Ling'er continues to act recklessly and without any sense of reason, offending An Mi will offend the King of Bohai. He doesn't believe that she can't become a rift between the King of Bohai and the Yu family!

Just as he had hoped, Yu Ling'er was bleeding profusely. Hearing Feng Yu's words, her hatred for An Mi intensified. Yu Ling'er glared fiercely at An Mi. Her current appearance was entirely due to An Mi!

An Mi frowned, her mind as clear as a mirror, seeing everything clearly. She glanced at Feng Yu and met his gaze. The curve of his lips seemed to say, "See? I, Feng Yu, can easily provoke hatred in others. Isn't that a skill?"

An Mi slightly furrowed her brows, concealing the disdain that flashed in her eyes, but Feng Yu still noticed it. He frowned, thinking, "So, An Mi is disdainful? Hmph, in the entire Great Jin Dynasty, there are few who dare to disregard him!"

Feng Yu looked away, seemingly plotting something in his mind. Meanwhile, Yu Ling'er was not about to give up. The fire ignited by Feng Yu's words had completely set Yu Ling'er ablaze. Ignoring the blood loss and excruciating pain, Yu Ling'er, supporting herself on the coffin, struggled to her feet. Seeing the candlesticks on the table, Yu Ling'er's murderous intent surged.

The image of An Mi hidden in her brother-in-law's study flashed through her mind again, and her jealousy boiled over. Gripping the candlestick tightly, she wanted An Mi dead!

She thought this way and did it that way. The people around her were stunned when they saw Yu Ling'er's actions. Even Feng Yu frowned slightly. Was Yu Ling'er really going to take drastic measures?

If An Mi were to die at Yu Ling'er's hands, then not only would the Bohai King and the Yu family never be on good terms again, but the Yu family would also likely suffer the Bohai King's wrath. If there was anyone in the Great Jin Dynasty that Feng Yu would fear, the Bohai King would be one of them.

Now his engagement with Yu Ling'er has been delayed for three years. He can no longer control the Yu family. His aunt, the Empress, is right. If he can't control them, they must be destroyed. If the Yu family can be destroyed by the Prince of Bohai, then they will save themselves the trouble.

But Anmi is dead... Feng Yu's brows furrowed. In that instant, too many things floated through his mind, but what finally settled in his mind was the thought that he didn't want Anmi to lose her life.

"Watch out..." Feng Yu exclaimed, taking a big step forward.

Meanwhile, Bai Yi had already shielded An Mi behind him, even using his own body to face the sharp spikes of the candlestick in Yu Ling'er's hand. However, when he saw that the person the weapon was pointing at was none other than Lord Yu, the King of Bohai, he was even more shocked. His legs went weak, and before he could even feel fear, a force seemed to be pushing him forward recklessly.

What a joke! If Ling'er really hurt the Prince of Bohai, how could the Yu family bear the heavy crime of assassinating the prince?

Besides, the Yu family has already given Empress Feng a hard time, and now Empress Feng is probably just worried about not being able to find any leverage against the Yu family. If something really happens to the Prince of Bohai, how could Empress Feng miss this opportunity for revenge?

Master Yu had only one thought in his mind: even if something happened to him, he would not let Yu Ling'er hurt the King of Bohai.