The Flourishing Era of Female Merchants

In the Empress's palace, Feng Yu happened to come to pay his respects to Empress Feng. Suddenly, he brought up the matter of Yu Ling'er's execution. Han Yu couldn't help but interject, "Your Majesty, Miss Yu is dead just like that... After all, she was General Feng's fiancée..."

As Han Yu finished speaking, she noticed that Empress Feng's hand, which was lifting the teacup, paused. She quickly stopped talking and dared not continue. She could only pay more attention to Empress Feng's expression.

Empress Feng smiled and glanced at Feng Yu, whose expression remained unchanged. "So what if she's your fiancée? If we're to get married, it'll be three years from now. Who can say for sure what will happen in three years? By then, our Yu'er might have taken a fancy to another girl. She's just a daughter of the Yu family, yet she dared to assassinate the royal family. Let her die as she is. What's there to regret?"

Empress Feng took a sip of tea. With Yu Ling'er dead, she was actually more pleased with herself.

Hmph, that Yu Ling'er, out of respect for the Yu family, was given to Yu'er before, but she refused to accept it and insisted on causing so much trouble. Now, she has three more years of uncertainty for no reason. It would be better to find another woman for Yu'er.

Qinglan has already set her sights on the Yonghou Mansion. If she doesn't seize the time to strengthen their own power, she can only watch as Qinglan grows stronger.

Empress Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, but when she turned her gaze back to Feng Yu, a gentle smile appeared on her face. "Yu'er, tomorrow I've invited some young ladies from wealthy families to the palace as guests. If you're free, come and join us."

Feng Yu frowned slightly. How could he not understand what Empress Feng was planning to do?

Anmi's image flashed through his mind, and Feng Yu subconsciously refused, "I'm afraid I won't have time tomorrow."

Empress Feng's expression changed. "Then so be it. Hanyu, prepare the patterns I like and take them to Anmi tomorrow so she can embroider a few handkerchiefs."

As Empress Feng spoke, she glanced at Feng Yu seemingly unintentionally. Sure enough, she saw that his eyes lit up after hearing her words. Empress Feng immediately understood what was going on. She didn't say anything more, but instead gestured for Feng Yu to kneel and take his leave.

Feng Yu didn't linger. He knelt and left, his mind filled with complex emotions as he walked away, An Mi's calm and composed expression constantly appearing in his mind.

At noon, Yu Ling'er was escorted to the execution ground. There, she knelt on the ground, her eyes searching desperately through the crowd. She was waiting. Even after hearing her father's attitude that night, she still held onto hope. She believed that her father would not abandon her. However, after looking for a long time, she only saw unfamiliar faces in the crowd. It wasn't until the executioner gave the order and the executioner stood beside her with a gleaming sword that she completely broke down.

“No…” Yu Ling’er’s face was filled with fear; she seemed to truly see death approaching.

Suddenly, a face flashed into her mind—handsome and aloof, undoubtedly the King of Donglin. Yu Ling'er's eyes flickered in panic, and she murmured repeatedly, "Brother-in-law...brother-in-law..."

Yu Ling'er searched even more carefully this time, but the result was still disappointing. Apart from seeing people coldly pointing and watching the show, she couldn't find any familiar faces. However... when her gaze fell on a certain spot, Yu Ling'er's body suddenly froze, and she couldn't look away. In her originally eager eyes, resentment and unwillingness slowly gathered.

What she saw was not someone else, but a tranquil place far away from the crowd.

At this moment, An Mi, dressed in a simple and elegant white dress, stood beside a carriage. If one did not pay close attention, it would be very difficult to spot her in the crowd. However, Yu Ling'er saw her clearly, and without hesitation, she was certain that the person was An Mi.

What is she doing here? Is she here to watch her make a fool of herself? Or to declare her victory?

Yu Ling'er recalled the scene of An Mi looking down at her from her high position that day, and felt even more bitter. At this moment, the person she wanted to see did not appear, but the person she did not want to see stood there, looking at her from afar with the posture of a victor, mocking her!

Yu Ling'er's anger surged, and she almost used all her strength to shout in An Mi's direction, "I didn't lose, I didn't lose!"

She wanted to tell Anmi that she was not a victor!

Yu Ling'er's sudden and unusually agitated reaction stunned everyone. Their gazes towards her changed repeatedly, and some even thought she had gone mad.

But Yu Ling'er didn't care about other people's opinions at this moment. Her eyes were only on An Mi, and she continued to shout, "I didn't lose, don't be so smug... you have nothing to be smug about!"

Even from a distance, An Mi could hear Yu Ling'er's voice. Seeing Yu Ling'er's intense reaction, An Mi's eyes were filled with disdain. Did she not lose? She never thought of winning against Yu Ling'er. In her opinion, she didn't take this woman seriously at all. If Yu Ling'er hadn't wanted to kill her, why would she have bothered with her?

“Miss, the Prince instructed that we should not stay outside any longer. It’s best not to see such a bloody scene.” Liu Guang, who was standing behind An Mi, stepped forward and whispered to her.

An Mi lowered her brows slightly, and a smile bloomed on her face. She had no intention of coming here; she was just passing by. She also understood what Yu Ling'er was thinking at this moment. Yu Ling'er must think that she had come here specifically to see her make a fool of herself.

An Mi twitched the corners of her mouth, a glint of light gathering in her eyes. She looked up and met Yu Ling'er's eyes again, seeing the resentment and anger in them. The smile on her lips slowly widened, and she parted her lips slightly, as if she were saying something.

From afar, she saw Yu Ling'er's expression froze for a moment, and then the hatred in her eyes intensified. A triumphant glint flashed in An Mi's eyes. Since Yu Ling'er wanted to use hatred to shackle herself, then she would grant her wish and let her go to the Yellow Springs with this hatred.

Sure enough, the moment the executioner's knife slashed down towards Yu Ling'er's neck, Yu Ling'er screamed wildly. However, the scream lasted only a moment, and then, with the spray of blood, her head, which had rolled to the ground, came to an abrupt end.

The entire execution ground fell silent. This second young lady of the Yu family, who had once been so glamorous, had ended up like this.

An Mi glanced at the execution ground, then looked away indifferently. Thinking of the ruthlessness Yu Ling'er showed when she took her life, she couldn't feel any sympathy for Yu Ling'er. She believed that, given Yu Ling'er's magnanimity, if she still had a breath left, she would always regard her as a thorn in her side and vow to get rid of her.

Anmi did not linger any longer. She boarded the carriage and instructed the driver to go to Shengshi Lieyan, leaving the bloodshed behind.

Yu Ling'er's death plunged the entire Yu family into silence. The Yu family kept their gates tightly shut, with no one entering or leaving. Even Yu Ling'er's body was not taken back by the Yu family in time. It was late at night when the Yu family patriarch ordered his servants to secretly take the body away from the mortuary. However, they did not bring it back to the Yu family but took it out directly and buried it hastily. They did not even allow her to be buried in the Yu family's mausoleum.