The Flourishing Era of Female Merchants

But now, given the situation… Feng Yu’s lips curled into a cold smile. “Miss Yu, I, Feng Yu, have always been a righteous person, and naturally I will uphold justice and the truth.”

Yu Ling'er was secretly delighted, but An Mi frowned slightly, glancing at Feng Yu almost imperceptibly. She met his gaze, which was extremely frivolous. An Mi paused, then heard his voice continue…

“Miss Yu, if anyone asks about what just happened, this general really can’t hide the truth about your assassination attempt on the King of Bohai!” Feng Yu frowned slightly, looking helpless. As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Ling’er’s expectant smile froze on the spot. She was stunned for a moment, as if she was digesting Feng Yu’s words.

In just a moment, Yu Ling'er came to her senses. "No, you...you're talking nonsense!"

An Mi smiled faintly, "Miss Yu, even you admit that General Feng is a righteous person, so how could what he said be nonsense?"

"You..." Yu Ling'er felt extremely aggrieved. The more she looked at An Mi's smile, the more irritating it became. Her face turned red with anger.

"What about me?" An Mi raised her beautiful eyebrows, not hiding her smugness at all. She knew that the more she disliked Yu Ling'er but was helpless against her, the more she could torment her arrogant heart. Just seeing her gritting her teeth and wishing she could tear her apart and devour her made An Mi feel extremely happy.

Yu Ling'er took a deep breath; she wanted to tear An Mi's face apart!

How did Anmi manage to avoid it? That candlestick should have been stuck in Anmi's heart!

"Ling'er, come here!" Master Yu saw the situation and knew that the King of Bohai would not let it go until he punished her! He also understood that it was not Bai Yi who was not letting Yu Ling'er go, but An Mi who was not letting her go!

Yu Ling'er was stunned. She, who had been kneeling, hurriedly crawled to Master Yu's side. Seeing his pale face and the blood that had already congealed from his wounds, she said, "Father, quickly have the doctor remove this candlestick..."

Her concern made Master Yu sigh inwardly. He then decisively raised his arm and slapped Yu Ling'er across the face. The slap was so swift that Yu Ling'er had no time to dodge or even react, and it almost knocked her unconscious.

Yu Ling'er touched her face, her dazed expression returning to her senses. She felt a burning pain spreading across her face and looked at Master Yu in confusion, "Father..."

"You damned brat, how dare you offend the Prince!" Master Yu shouted, enduring the pain. This time, Yu Ling'er was in deep trouble!

Yu Ling'er quickly understood the source of Master Yu's anger. She had gotten herself into such trouble, causing her father to suffer such serious injuries. Now, she was being accused of assassinating a prince, and she had no way to defend herself. If this matter was not handled properly, it could implicate the entire Yu family.

"Guards, bring the family law! Today, I'm going to teach you a lesson!" Ignoring his injuries, Master Yu struggled to his feet. He had only one thought in his mind: rather than let Yu Ling'er be dealt with by the Prince of Bohai, it would be better for him to do it himself. This way, it would be more beneficial than harmful to Ling'er and the Yu family.

But how could others not see through his thoughts?

Bai Yi, An Mi, and even Feng Yu, who had been watching the show intently, all had a cold smile creeping onto their lips. When the steward brought up the Yu family's rules, Feng Yu found a place to sit down, his anticipation for the spectacle growing even stronger.

Looking at the thick, long stick, An Mi could almost imagine how painful it would be to hit someone with it. Could Yu Ling'er's delicate body withstand it?

An Mi glanced at Yu Ling'er, her brows furrowing slightly. Only she herself knew the mockery in her eyes.

Master Yu had someone bring in the family discipline, and now the die was cast. He had to take a gamble; perhaps if Ling'er received the discipline, the King of Bohai and An Mi would calm down, and the matter could be resolved. Taking a deep breath, Master Yu ordered, "Beat her until the King of Bohai is satisfied!"

The butler paused, then looked at Yu Ling'er. With such a delicate body, how many blows could she withstand from such a beating?

However, he had no choice but to obey the master's orders. The steward brought the family law to Yu Ling'er, his brow furrowed, "Miss, please forgive me!"

"what……"

No sooner had the butler finished speaking than the stick struck Yu Ling'er. Yu Ling'er winced in pain as the force pushed her to the ground. From childhood to adulthood, Yu Ling'er had only ever witnessed others being disciplined by their families; she had never experienced it herself.

In the past, she was the one who watched the show, but today... Yu Ling'er felt as if her back was about to be broken. Lying on the ground, she was completely powerless to resist. Another blow came down, and a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of Yu Ling'er's mouth.

In the mourning hall, only the sound of sticks hitting flesh could be heard. For a moment, the atmosphere was extremely strange. As the sticks struck Yu Ling'er, Old Master Yu felt as if his heart was being torn apart. After all, she was his daughter. Moreover, if she was really badly injured, the Yu family would lose such a valuable asset as Yu Ling'er, and the loss would be immeasurable!

Master Yu's hands were clenched tightly. He had given the order to use family discipline, but whether to stop was not up to him. Master Yu looked at Bai Yi and An Mi, who could make the decision, but Bai Yi and An Mi just looked on calmly, without the slightest change in their expressions.

Master Yu broke out in a cold sweat. He watched as Yu Ling'er grew too weak to even scream, yet Bai Yi and An Mi remained calm, showing no intention of stopping the steward. Growing impatient, Master Yu finally spoke, "Your Highness, Miss An Mi, my daughter has been punished... what do you think..."

Master Yu said meaningfully, and Bai Yi heard it and glanced at Yu Ling'er on the ground, "Miss Yu is delicate and really can't withstand such family discipline. Look at how badly she was beaten, her clothes are stained with blood. This is too cruel. Seeing blood like this in the mourning hall, I wonder if it is disrespectful to the deceased Madam Yu?"

Master Yu was secretly pleased, "It's good that the Prince can forgive this wretched girl; she knows she was wrong..."

"Ha, what a fine forgiveness!" Before Master Yu could finish speaking, An Mi coldly interrupted. Master Yu's face stiffened, but in front of Bai Yi, he dared not be disrespectful to An Mi in the slightest. He could only swallow his displeasure, thinking to himself, "This An Mi, is she going to hold this matter against me? Now that Ling'er has already met such an end..."

An Mi simply gave a cold snort and said nothing more. But with just that snort, someone already understood her thoughts. Bai Yi raised the corners of his mouth and glanced at Master Yu and Yu Ling'er. An Mi had no intention of letting Yu Ling'er go, so there was nothing he could do to help her!