The Flourishing Era of Female Merchants

Anmi's words were like a thunderclap, exploding on the spot.

Everyone was stunned for a moment. When they came to their senses, they subconsciously glanced at Emperor Mingde, as if trying to figure out his thoughts. Empress Feng, on the other hand, seemed to be doing everything as she had hoped. Watching the show, she was in a great mood. She glanced at An Mi and Bai Yi and saw that An Mi was calm and composed, as if she had no idea of ​​the consequences her words would cause.

Bai Yi's face radiated satisfaction, even happiness. Empress Feng's eyes flashed with disdain. She hoped they would ruin themselves because of their romantic entanglements, which would save her the trouble of worrying.

Emperor Mingde thought that An Mi was a pragmatic person. After the last Ghost Festival, he was quite sure that with An Mi's intelligence, she should know how to choose and answer in a way that would benefit her and guess the third prince correctly. But what did An Mi say at this moment?

Was what the King of Bohai said true? Did she also fall for him? And earnestly request that he grant them a marriage?

Hmph, what a fine arranged marriage!

Emperor Mingde's previous anger resurfaced, and the veins on his face turned bulging in a frightening manner.

"Anmi, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Just as Emperor Mingde's anger seemed about to erupt, another angry voice suddenly rang out, drawing everyone's attention. The speaker was none other than one of today's grooms, the eldest prince Qinglan!

Qinglan strode forward. He hadn't expected Anmi's answer to be that she accepted Bai Yi.

An arranged marriage? What does this mean?

The image of An Mi calmly rejecting him flashed through Qing Lan's mind, stirring up even more resentment in his heart. But just a moment later, while still in a state of anger and shock, he was already worried about something else.

The Emperor's meaning was crystal clear; Anmi's reply had undoubtedly enraged him.

"Quickly tell Father that what you just said wasn't from the bottom of your heart," Qinglan urged Anmi again, subtly giving her a meaningful look.

His actions did not make An Mi change her mind, but Sima Yan could not hold back. Ignoring the many people present, Sima Yan coldly mocked, "Your Highness, Miss An Mi is a person with her own brain, and she can naturally take responsibility for her words and make her own decisions. An Mi and the Prince of Bohai are in love with each other, and now they are asking the Emperor to grant them a marriage. We should congratulate them."

Why did Qinglan try to stop him? Did he think that as long as Anmi didn't marry, he would have a chance?

The more Sima Yan thought about it, the more jealous she felt. She hoped even more that An Mi and Bai Yi's marriage could be settled today, so as to put an end to Qing Lan's other thoughts.

"Get out of my way!" Qinglan gritted her teeth and shouted angrily, her sharp eyes filled with disgust. This woman was just stirring up trouble!

Sima Yan met Qing Lan's gaze, her heart skipping a beat. The disgust in his eyes didn't make her restrain herself; instead, she became even more brazen. Her resolve grew stronger. Sima Yan lowered her brows, but instead of retreating, a slight smile appeared on her lips as she walked to An Mi's side, affectionately taking An Mi's hand and softly saying, "Your Highness, in private, Mi'er is my good sister. Even this wedding dress you're wearing was meticulously embroidered by Mi'er for me, stitch by stitch. I know Mi'er's feelings all too well. In private, I've sensed her admiration for the Prince of Bohai more than once. She likes the Prince of Bohai, she loves the Prince of Bohai, and now the Prince of Bohai is determined to marry no one but Mi'er. Isn't that a good thing? As Mi'er's good sister, I hope Mi'er is happy. Your Highness, you should also think about Mi'er's happiness, shouldn't you?"

"You..." Qinglan clenched his fists, his white knuckles revealing his anger. He even had the urge to slap Sima Yan to death.

"Father, I humbly beg you to grant Mi'er and the Prince of Bohai a marriage!" Sima Yan bit her lip, she was going all out, and knelt heavily on the ground.

"Anmi, Anmi, today I'm not begging the Emperor for your happiness. As long as you marry the Prince of Bohai, Qinglan's hopes will be dashed. As for the rest... Hmph!" Sima Yan snorted coldly in her heart.

Those present, seeing the actions of the newly appointed Crown Prince's consort, were unaware of her true thoughts and couldn't help but secretly admire her. The Crown Prince's consort was deeply affectionate; she clearly saw the Emperor's anger and had already knelt down to beg. At the same time, everyone couldn't help but feel a pang of worry for Sima Yan. If she angered the Emperor because of this, the loss would be far too great.

But An Mi knew the true thoughts of the woman kneeling before Emperor Mingde, pleading for her marriage.

Sima Yan, Sima Yan, how much she wished she could marry the King of Bohai and get rid of her worries?

Sisterly affection? A hint of irony crept into An Mi's heart.

She also knew that she didn't need to do these things at all, because she would never really become a stumbling block for her!

Sima Yan was ultimately too impatient. Did she know that by doing this, she would only incur Emperor Mingde's wrath?

"Father..." Qinglan knelt on the ground. That damned Sima Yan, did she know that her words and actions had only further enraged her father? It was one thing for her to bring trouble upon herself, but her father would ultimately take his anger out on Anmi!

Qinglan pondered how to appease her father's anger, but before she could even open her mouth, Emperor Mingde had already cut off her chance.

"Good, good, good!" Emperor Mingde laughed unexpectedly, but the laughter sent chills down the spines of everyone present. After the laughter stopped abruptly, Emperor Mingde calmed down and his sharp gaze fell on Sima Yan, who was kneeling on the ground.

In that instant, a chill ran through Sima Yan's body as she suddenly realized that she was facing the ruler of a nation.

"Yan'er..." Emperor Mingde called out, his voice gentle, like a father's admonition to his daughter.

But upon hearing this, Sima Yan felt uneasy, something strange about it. She didn't have time to think too much and replied softly, "Father."

Emperor Mingde paused for a moment, then continued, "Today is your joyous day. From this day forward, you will be my royal wife. You must be more mindful of your words and actions, and never tarnish the royal family's reputation. As Qinglan's principal wife, you should be more considerate of him and fulfill your duties as a principal wife. Do you understand?"

Emperor Mingde's words were somewhat rambling. Sima Yan could only hear the instruction in his tone, but she couldn't understand his purpose. What did the duties of a principal wife have to do with An Mi and Bai Yi's marriage?

Sima Yan couldn't understand, but faced with Emperor Mingde's question, she could only nod in agreement, "Your subject understands."

"Good that you understand. Qinglan has been busy with state affairs for me and has no energy to manage the affairs of the mansion. The Prince's mansion is so large, I will have to ask you to take good care of it in the future." Emperor Mingde's lips curled up for once, as if the events and his anger had never occurred. At this moment, he was just an old man giving instructions to his daughter-in-law.