The Flourishing Era of Female Merchants

“Miss Sima, I’m here to do business. Since you’ve taken a liking to Anmi’s craftsmanship, I’ll definitely take care of the wedding dress for you.” Anmi changed her words, speaking entirely in the tone of a businesswoman. Her gaze swept over Qinglan and finally settled on Sima Yan. “Consider this Anmi’s blessing for your marriage.”

After saying that, An Mi lowered her brows, gave the two of them a slight curtsy as a sign of respect, and then, without glancing at the crowd, turned and went upstairs, loudly instructing Cheng Ying downstairs, "Prepare to open for business."

Cheng Ying snapped out of her daze, glanced at Sima Yan, and a smile appeared on her lips. She knew it; how could her young mistress not be able to handle even one Sima Yan?

It's just making a wedding dress, isn't it? As long as her wish is granted, although it seems like the young lady has compromised, everyone present is a discerning person and can see who truly wins and who loses.

"Yes, Miss, we'll open for business right away." Cheng Ying's voice was unusually loud, as if reminding the person still disheveled on the ground that she was about to open the door, and once the door was open, everyone outside could see what was going on inside.

Ignoring her pent-up anger, Sima Yan quickly stood up and glared fiercely at An Mi's back upstairs, feeling an indescribable sense of frustration.

What a peaceful scene! After what just happened, wasn't her blessing just a sarcastic remark?

With a creak, the door opened, and Cheng Ying greeted the guests outside who seemed to be watching what was happening inside. Almost everyone's face was filled with curiosity. As the door opened wide, everyone took notes of what was happening inside, each guessing what might have just happened.

What's happening here?

Of the three who were originally at the center of the conflict, one was no longer there, leaving only the engaged couple. The coldness on the Crown Prince's face inspired fear, while the future Crown Princess... although she tried her best to hide it, there was still a hint of embarrassment in her eyes. For a moment, some people even started to whisper among themselves.

Feeling the gazes of everyone, Sima Yan's face became even more flustered. Finally, unable to bear the various looks from everyone, she gritted her teeth and fled from the Flourishing World.

This action only fueled the speculation among those present. Everyone realized that the future Crown Princess seemed to have suffered a complete defeat!

As soon as Sima Yan left, everyone started choosing their own embroidery pieces. What a joke! With the First Prince's icy expression, who dared to even glance at him?

Qinglan stood in the hall for a moment, then walked upstairs on her own. Cheng Ying and Nalan Jue both frowned in unison. They knew that Qinglan was going upstairs to find Anmi, but neither of them dared to stop her.

Inside the room, An Mi was drinking tea. Her face was calm and her expression was normal, as if nothing had happened downstairs.

However, the footsteps coming from outside the door made An Mi frown slightly, as if she had already guessed who it was.

Anmi put down her teacup, sighed deeply, and looked up again. The figure in the green robe was already standing at the door. Qinglan still had a cold expression, and even her gaze was reproachful.

Neither of them spoke in the room, and the silence continued to permeate the air, as if neither of them wanted to break the silence.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, Qinglan's deep voice, tinged with suppressed anger, rang out, "Boss An, are you going to make my wedding attire as well?"

Qinglan's hands remained clenched tightly. Blessings? The last thing he wanted was a quiet blessing, yet her words kept echoing in his ears, as if reminding him of her indifference towards him!

Qinglan's suppressed anger made Anmi feel even more helpless. She thought she had made herself clear enough that day, but it was clear that Qinglan did not take it seriously.

An Mi took a deep breath, and when she looked up to meet Qing Lan's sharp eyes, her gaze was already distant. This look made Qing Lan's body stiffen, and before she could recover, she heard An Mi's voice...

“If Your Highness thinks highly of me, I am willing to serve you. However, Your Highness’s wedding attire cannot be taken lightly. I will need to spend more time to finish making it before the wedding. If Your Highness has nothing else to attend to, I will not entertain Your Highness.” An Mi spoke slowly, neither humble nor arrogant, but her heart was aching. Heaven knows, she truly considered Qing Lan a friend, but at this moment, she had to put on a cold face and deliberately distance herself from her, as if she were merely a businesswoman.

She knew that perhaps, her attitude towards Qinglan would have to remain cold from now on.

"You..." Qinglan clenched her fists even tighter, her anger growing stronger as she glared at An Mi, her eyes filled with reproach. What did she say? What kind of attitude was that?

She really wanted to make his wedding attire!

To hell with the groom's suit!

"Your Highness, do not forget your ambitions. Do not let the sake of a mere woman like An Mi affect the overall situation." An Mi spoke again, her voice gentle as water, yet it sounded like a thunderbolt to those who heard it.

Anmi's reminder was like a bucket of cold water poured on Qinglan, instantly restoring some of his rationality from his previous state of anger.

The room fell silent. Anmi could feel the oppressive atmosphere gradually lessening, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, after a while, Qinglan's voice came again, "No need for Boss An to worry about the groom's attire."

At this moment, Qinglan was much calmer. After speaking, he gave Anmi a deep look. Anmi felt her scalp tingle under his gaze. Before she could figure out the meaning behind his eyes, Qinglan had already turned around and quickly disappeared through the door, leaving only that look in Anmi's mind, which she could not shake off.

In the room, An Mi looked somber. Suddenly, she froze, a hint of tension flashing in her eyes. Qing Lan's gaze just now seemed familiar; wasn't it the same look he had when he spoke those words in the carriage that day?

A chill suddenly ran through An Mi's heart. Qing Lan, oh Qing Lan, why did he have to treat her like this?

"Sigh..." An Mi sighed softly. She really didn't know what to do with Qing Lan.

The wedding dates for the Crown Prince's residence and the Yonghou residence, as well as Feng Yu's residence and the Prime Minister's residence, were drawing ever closer. In these days, Cheng Ying was on high alert, wary of Sima Yan causing trouble again. However, Sima Yan did not appear in front of An Mi again. As promised, An Mi was busy making wedding dresses for Sima Yan. Soon, there was only one day left until the wedding.

According to custom, the day before the wedding, the bride would go to a temple to fast and pray for blessings. Early in the morning, the two daughters of the Yonghou Mansion and the Prime Minister's Mansion would each take a carriage and set off from outside their own mansions to the largest temple near the capital.