The Flourishing Era of Female Merchants

But he didn't know the reason why Qinglan felt so excited when she saw Sima Yan.

Within his sleeve, Qinglan's hands clenched into fists. He recognized the handiwork of this wedding dress at a glance. Even though he knew that An Mi had made Sima Yan's wedding dress, seeing it on Sima Yan now made his heart ache more than he had imagined.

Thinking about what Anmi said in the blazing flames that day...

A blessing? Damn blessing!

"Let's go!" Qinglan said coldly, showing no reaction whatsoever that of a groom at this moment.

Lord Sima was stunned, somewhat bewildered. He had no time to explore the reason for Qinglan's sudden coldness, as Qinglan had already turned around and nimbly mounted her horse.

Sima Yan bit her lip, her eyes narrowing with resentment. Hearing Lord Sima urging her to hurry up and get into the bridal sedan chair, she didn't delay and, with the help of her maid, got into the sedan chair.

The wedding procession set off again, while on the other side, the two newlyweds outside the Prime Minister's residence also got into their sedan chairs and mounted their horses. However, compared to the eerie atmosphere at the Yonghou residence, the Prime Minister's residence was much more lively and festive, especially the bride, Yang Jingyu, who was already beaming with joy.

From today onwards, she will be the General's wife, her status and position will be completely different from before. General's wife... hehe, how prestigious!

Yang Jingyu, inside the bridal sedan chair, couldn't hide her joy. Little did she know that in the crowd, a pair of alluring, bewitching eyes followed her sedan chair for quite some time, their calculating and disdain seemingly drawing people in...

The wedding procession proceeded towards the palace. An Mi changed her clothes and chased after the Prince's mansion. Bai Yi had already left, but he had prepared a carriage for her, as if he had anticipated everything and knew that An Mi would not abandon Liu'er.

An Mi rode her carriage to the palace. In the distance, she heard the festive sound of gongs and drums coming from another street. An Mi frowned. Although she would definitely see Qing Lan when she went to the palace today, she did not want to meet Qing Lan at this time.

"Stop!" Anmi ordered. Inside the carriage, Liuguang and Yifei exchanged a glance, understanding that their mistress meant to make way for the wedding procession.

The two didn't say much. Liu Guang lifted the curtain and gave an order to the coachman outside. The carriage stopped at an inconspicuous spot at the crossroads.

As the sounds of gongs and suonas grew closer, the crowds of onlookers nearly blocked the entire route of the wedding procession. In the distance, two wedding processions, like long dragons, came into view. On horseback, Qinglan's face was cold, calm, and composed, while Feng Yu's icy gaze seemed to carry a hint of unruliness and evil.

Two equally outstanding, yet each with their own unique charm, handsome men walked side by side amidst the admiration of the crowd. Suddenly, Feng Yu noticed that Qing Lan's gaze seemed to be fixed on a certain spot, his eyes serious and his expression unusual. With his keen senses, he followed his gaze across the crowd and caught sight of the target Qing Lan was looking at.

In the distance, a carriage was in an inconspicuous place, but the insignia of the Bohai Prince's Mansion on the carriage made it impossible not to notice it.

The carriage of the Prince of Bohai?

In the Bohai Prince's residence, only a handful of people are qualified to use carriages. If the person sitting in that carriage were the Bohai Prince, then this carriage probably wouldn't be stopped there right now! Given the Bohai Prince's temperament, even if it were the Emperor's imperial carriage ahead, he probably wouldn't give way. If the person in the carriage isn't the Bohai Prince, then it must be…

Feng Yu's eyes narrowed, and his gaze toward the carriage deepened. Could the person in the carriage be anyone other than her?

Feng Yu glanced again at Qinglan, whose gaze was still fixed on the carriage, and understood. It seemed that Qinglan's feelings for him were far more intriguing than he had imagined.

Feng Yu broke his silence from the journey and said, "His Highness the Crown Prince is very happy today. To be able to marry on the same day as His Highness the Crown Prince is truly a blessing that I have accumulated over eight lifetimes. Hehe, the Crown Prince's marriage is a joyous occasion for our Great Jin Dynasty. If the Prince of Bohai were to get married today as well, the joy would probably reach the heavens."

The King of Bohai is getting married? Who will the King of Bohai marry? Qinglan naturally knew this without Feng Yu needing to say it.

At that moment, Qinglan clenched his fists even tighter, his gaze still fixed on the carriage. Without a doubt, he knew that the person inside the carriage was An Mi.

Today, he did not send an invitation to An Mi. For him, getting married was already something he was extremely unwilling to do but had no choice but to do. He was even more unwilling to let her see him and another woman go through the wedding ceremony. And that carriage was clearly heading towards the palace.

Was she attending his wedding with the third brother?

He couldn't describe the feeling in his heart. Even though he was well-versed in the art of forbearance, the rage surging in his chest seemed about to burst out of his body.

"Give the order to speed things up, and don't miss the auspicious time." Qinglan said, each word distinct and cold, as if squeezed out from between her teeth. Even amidst the lively celebrations, it sent a chill down the spines of those listening nearby.

Having received the Crown Prince's order, no one dared to delay and immediately relayed his message, and the group quickened its pace.

Feng Yu looked at the line that had already surpassed him by several meters, a smile curling at the corner of his mouth, becoming increasingly eerie and profound. When his gaze turned to the carriage outside the crowd again, he subconsciously narrowed his eyes, remembering what Yi Zhuxuan had said yesterday.

So what if he's the eldest prince? So what if he's the eldest prince?

The eldest prince couldn't get the woman he liked and could only watch helplessly from afar. But Feng Yu was different. He would do anything to get what he wanted, even if it meant scheming and using tricks.

A determined glint flashed in Feng Yu's eyes. He spurred his horse and quickened its pace.

"Miss, they've gone far away outside." Liu Guang heard the noise from the people outside had subsided considerably, so she lifted the curtain, peeked out, and reported back.

Anmi nodded, signaling Liuguang to have the driver set off. The carriage remained quiet throughout the journey. Anmi knew that today, if she could avoid certain things, she would do so as much as possible; but if she couldn't…

Anmi frowned slightly. If she couldn't avoid it... if she couldn't avoid it, she could only let nature take its course.

Inside the palace, Emperor Mingde, Empress Feng, and many high-ranking officials and nobles were waiting for the arrival of the two newlywed couples. However, one person was waiting for the other to appear. The wedding procession had already arrived at the palace gate, and some guests who were waiting for the newlyweds at the palace gate followed the procession into the palace. Bai Yi stood outside the palace gate, looking in a certain direction, and he did not even pay attention to the passing wedding procession.