The Flourishing Era of Female Merchants

Sima Yan's anger surged, but she tried her best to hide it, forcing a bright smile onto her face. Seeing Qing Lan approaching, she curtsied politely, "Your Highness, the First Prince..."

Qinglan didn't even glance at Sima Yan. Instead, her gaze was fixed intently on An Mi, as if she wanted to pierce through her. She stared at her like that without saying a word, and the atmosphere became extremely strange. Finally, after a long while, Qinglan spoke, "Why should you interfere with her wedding dress!"

An Mi's lips twitched. This was the young lady's wish!

At this moment, Cheng Ying, who was standing nearby, saw this situation and immediately evacuated all the bystanders from the shop and closed the door. This situation was probably the prelude to a storm!

The entire Grand Flame Palace was now only occupied by An Mi, Sima Yan, Qing Lan, Nalan Jue who had just entered with Qing Lan, and Cheng Ying, who stood guard beside An Mi.

Although Qinglan's roar was directed at Anmi, it was clear to everyone that the blame in his words was directed at someone else!

Sima Yan tightened her grip on her sleeve, her anger rising. What a Qinglan! So concerned about An Mi being wronged?

But in front of Qinglan, she still had to maintain the demeanor of a well-bred young lady. A bright smile bloomed on her face as she let go of Anmi's hand and walked towards Qinglan. "Qinglan, what brings you here? Father was just saying at home that he was waiting for you at the manor today to discuss our marriage."

As Sima Yan spoke, she had already reached Qing Lan's side, affectionately linking her arm with Qing Lan's. Her gaze seemed to be casually fixed on An Mi. This seemingly ordinary action was actually a way of showing off to An Mi. She was determined to win back the favor. She wanted to tell An Mi that she was Qing Lan's fiancée, and soon, she would be Qing Lan's rightful Crown Princess. Only she, Sima Yan, was qualified to stand by Qing Lan's side, and An Mi, no matter what thoughts she might have for Qing Lan, she would not let her succeed.

Touching Qinglan's arm, Sima Yan's smile was quite smug. The people present were not stupid. An Mi met Sima Yan's gaze, a faint bitter smile on her lips. Did Sima Yan really hate her that much? She really thought too highly of An Mi!

Cheng Ying, standing to the side, also understood, her brows furrowed tightly. Nalan Jue, on the other hand, had a complicated expression. The situation before them clearly showed that Sima Yan was asserting her dominance, but An Mi, with her nonchalant demeanor, didn't seem to take Sima Yan's actions seriously at all, making Sima Yan look like a clown. Meanwhile, Sima Yan was gloating over herself, thinking she had won.

Nalan Jue looked at An Mi. He understood why Qing Lan was attracted to An Mi. Such a woman was extremely pleasant to look at at first glance, let alone after spending a long time together. Who wouldn't be fascinated by her?

However, her identity... Nalan Jue's eyes narrowed. There was one thing he understood very well: Qinglan could not lose the support of the Yonghou Mansion behind Sima Yan because of Anmi. But his intuition told him that the current situation was worrying.

really……

At that moment, Sima Yan seemed to be a true victor. However, a huge force suddenly surged up, and Sima Yan, caught off guard, staggered backward. She ultimately lost her balance, and with a cry of surprise, she fell heavily to the ground in pain. This fall completely destroyed all the elegance and poise of the young lady she had just displayed.

Sima Yan even forgot the pain from the fall, her mind went blank, and when she felt the gazes of several people focused on her, her fair face turned bright red.

"Your Highness, you..." Sima Yan gritted her teeth, her expression filled with disbelief, resentment, grievance, and... hatred!

Just now, she was able to mention her father because she was certain that even if Qinglan didn't care about her, he would still give her some face because of his taboo against her father. In her opinion, he would never do such a thing to her in front of so many people, especially An Mi. However, he did something completely unexpected.

Sima Yan was filled with hatred. She could embarrass herself in front of anyone, but she couldn't embarrass herself in front of Qing Lan and An Mi. And wasn't the situation before her just Qing Lan deliberately making An Mi feel awkward?

Does Qinglan really disregard her feelings?

Sima Yan met Qing Lan's icy gaze, and her heart trembled, followed by endless chill. At this moment, she understood that even though she had become his wife, she was nothing in his heart, while An Mi... in his heart, only An Mi was his treasure!

Seeing this, An Mi frowned, inwardly realizing something was wrong. In her opinion, she hoped Qing Lan would treat Sima Yan well. Regardless of whether Sima Yan harbored any misunderstandings or resentment towards her, since Sima Yan was already the only choice for Qing Lan's wife, the best outcome would be for the two to live harmoniously. This would also be a good thing for her, but…

An Mi couldn't help but sigh. Now, Sima Yan would probably be even more jealous of her.

“Sister Yan’er…” An Mi stepped forward and tried to help Sima Yan up. Even though she knew that Sima Yan might not accept her good intentions, she should do it no matter how you looked at it.

As An Mi had expected, before An Mi could even touch Sima Yan, Sima Yan's sharp voice roared at her.

"Get out of my way! I don't need your fake kindness." Sima Yan glared fiercely at An Mi, as if she wanted to vent all her anger on An Mi. In fact, all her grievances were directed at An Mi. It was all because of this woman. If this woman hadn't seduced Qing Lan, why would Qing Lan treat her like this?

Sima Yan, the eldest daughter of the Yonghou family, was always a model of admiration among the young ladies of the capital. However, because of An Mi, she frequently made a fool of herself.

Sima Yan gritted her teeth, her fierce expression a far cry from her usual gentle and virtuous demeanor. It was as if she wanted nothing more than to devour An Mi alive.

An Mi frowned and sighed inwardly. Her good intentions had indeed failed. She understood that no matter what she did at this moment, Sima Yan would shift her blame onto her tenfold. So, An Mi simply kept quiet and let her young lady fall to the ground in such a sorry state.

The hall fell silent instantly, almost eerily so. The atmosphere permeating the silence made everyone feel Sima Yan's resentment and unwillingness to accept defeat.

This silence only intensified Sima Yan's anger. At this moment, she was, after all, a young lady from a wealthy family, and her rational control had been compromised. She was eager to vent her pent-up anger and turned her gaze to Qing Lan, "Qing Lan, don't forget, I am your wife!"