The Flourishing Era of Female Merchants

This thought made Qinglan's eyes narrow, and a sudden surge of excitement welled up inside her. If that day ever came...

Just then, a horse's neigh interrupted Qinglan's thoughts. At the same time, the carriage stopped. The sudden jolt caused Anmi to lean forward and fall squarely into Qinglan's arms. As the carriage came to a stop, almost instinctively, Anmi wanted to get out of his arms, but Qinglan's hands refused to let go. He couldn't bear to... couldn't bear to lose the feeling of having his beloved in his arms, and even hoped that he could hold the woman in his arms for a lifetime.

“Qinglan…” Anmi frowned, trying to tell Qinglan to let go.

However, she was suddenly interrupted by Qinglan after only uttering the name Qinglan...

"As long as you become my woman, I can promise you the position of Empress. I will definitely obtain that position of the Emperor. At that time, you will be the Empress, worshipped by all, and respected by the world." Qinglan's tone was firm yet full of expectation.

An Mi's body stiffened, almost unable to believe her ears. This was not the kind of thing Qing Lan she knew would say.

She recalled the first time she met him in Rongjin City. He was dressed in a blue robe, clean and handsome. In his eyes, she could only see a purity that transcended the mundane world, which was like a gentle breeze. But today, these words actually came out of his mouth. An Mi's beautiful eyes were tightly furrowed. Qing Lan, in the intrigue and treachery of the royal family, has he finally changed?

Or perhaps, the Qinglan in Rongjin City was just a moment of tranquility for him to escape from the secular world?

An Mi thought of her past life, and the icy coldness she had never felt from him before seemed to envelop her completely, Qing Lan...

Anmi took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. This time, she firmly broke free from Qinglan's arms and looked at the man in blue before her again. A sense of unfamiliarity arose within her. It seemed that the Qinglan in Rongjin City was now drifting further and further away. In the end, the man before her was almost the same as the eldest prince from her previous life.

Inside the carriage, the two men stared at each other, their expressions quite different.

"Your Highness..." The coachman's voice came from outside the carriage, breaking the silence inside.

An Mi shifted her gaze from Qing Lan, who frowned and asked in a deep voice, "What is it?"

The tone was clearly displeased, and the driver felt a chill run down his spine, even forgetting what he was going to say.

"You servant, why don't you report to your master?" A voice suddenly rang out from outside the carriage, bringing the coachman back to his senses and startling the two people inside.

"Your Highness, the King of Bohai..." Under the King of Bohai's ambiguous gaze, the coachman felt his scalp tingle even more, and dared not be negligent in the slightest.

Upon hearing Bai Yi's voice, An Mi and Qing Lan in the carriage already knew who it was. Even An Mi herself didn't realize it. When she heard Bai Yi's voice, her heart immediately relaxed, and the smile that unconsciously appeared on her face made Qing Lan's anger and jealousy rise continuously.

She liked Bai Yi so much that just hearing his voice made her so happy.

Qinglan's face darkened. Anmi lifted the curtain and happened to see Bai Yi, riding a fine horse outside the carriage, looking dashing in the sunlight like a perfect couple. He smiled at Anmi, and when their eyes met, he said softly, "Come here!"

His tone was like a gentle beckoning to her, and An Mi's smile widened slightly. She had never felt that Bai Yi's smile was so warm. Almost without thinking, she was about to get off the carriage.

“Mi’er…”

The voice from behind startled her. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Qinglan's gloomy face, even more frightening than before, as if taking another step forward would lead to an outcome she didn't want.

An Mi's movements froze, and for a moment, the atmosphere became extremely strange. Bai Yi's originally gentle smile was now tinged with a chilling coldness, and even the horse beneath him seemed to sense the change in its master's aura, letting out a loud neigh.

"Elder brother, thank you for lending Mi'er the carriage. I will thank you again after I take Mi'er back to the manor." Bai Yi's clear voice was powerful and resonant. His face still had a half-smile, but the light shooting from his eyes was awe-inspiring.

Every word Bai Yi said conveyed the same meaning: An Mi was his person, and he was declaring his ownership to Qing Lan!

Qinglan is a smart person, how could she not understand?

Qinglan's eyes narrowed as she met Bai Yi's gaze. Their eyes met, and neither of them spoke, but those around them could clearly sense the tense atmosphere between them.

"Third brother, I'm not doing this for your sake. Based on my friendship with Mi'er, I don't need your thanks." Qinglan was also unwilling to back down. For the first time, he clearly regarded Bai Yi as an enemy in his heart. He knew that Bai Yi was never someone to be underestimated. He had even been glad that Bai Yi had no interest in the throne. If Bai Yi were his opponent for the throne, he really wouldn't be confident that he could sit in that position.

At this moment, he felt that he had encountered an unprecedented formidable enemy, but no matter how strong this enemy was, Qinglan was never one to give up easily.

He was determined to obtain the throne, and as for An Mi... Qing Lan's eyes hardened; he would not give up on An Mi either!

Until the very end, who knows who the real winner will be!

"Hehe, as the eldest brother, you are naturally not an outsider. Third brother, I won't thank you!" Bai Yi raised his handsome eyebrows, deliberately ignoring Qing Lan's meaning. Instead, he separated An Mi and Qing Lan again, as if to say: Mi'er will eventually become the Princess of Bohai, and sooner or later she will be his sister-in-law. In this way, they will be family, so there is no need for such formal thanks.

Seeing Bai Yi's dismissive attitude, Qing Lan became even more furious. She turned her gaze to An Mi, knowing that An Mi's attitude was the key to determining who would win.

Sensing the atmosphere keenly, Anmi took a deep breath. She knew this was a chance for Qinglan to give up. What she least wanted was for Qinglan to continue to have feelings for her. She knew there would be no future for them, and in the end, it would only hurt Qinglan.

The man in the blue robe who was the first to lend her a helping hand and show her care after her rebirth will always be pure and sacred in her heart.

An Mi, under the gazes of the two, lowered her brows and quickly made a decision. She nodded politely to Qing Lan, and as she smiled politely, Qing Lan's hand unconsciously clenched. From her smile, he saw aloofness, as if her heart had completely isolated him from her.

"Thank you very much, Your Highness, for giving me a ride," An Mi said respectfully, her tone more polite than ever before.