The Flourishing Era of Female Merchants

The next morning, as dawn broke, everything was peaceful, so peaceful that it brought a sense of tranquility. In the mansion where Feng Yu was temporarily staying, after yesterday's hustle and bustle, the quiet morning was even more serene.

But suddenly, a terrified scream pierced the sky, shattering the beauty of this morning.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

At the sound of the shout, the servants of the mansion gathered around to find out what had happened. They saw a maid rushing out of the bridal chamber, her face pale and her whole body trembling with fear.

"What exactly happened?" someone asked anxiously, glancing in the direction of the new house. However, no one dared to go in and see for themselves. They were still shaken by the commotion last night.

They understood that this newly appointed general's wife would not win General Feng's favor, so they could only keep their distance from her.

The maid looked around in terror, her eyes widening with fear as she recalled what she had seen in the bridal chamber. "I...I'll go help the new mistress get up, but...but..."

The maid's teeth chattered, and at this point, she collapsed to the ground, as if she had tried her best but still couldn't bring herself to say what she had seen...

The steward, however, thought for a moment and then went into the bridal chamber. After only a short while, he came out with an even more serious expression, as if he had realized the gravity of the situation. He ordered the maids and servants outside, "No one is allowed to enter the bridal chamber. You two, take her back to the servants' quarters."

After giving this instruction, the butler hurriedly jogged towards the study.

Inside the study, Feng Yu was about to leave when he saw the butler rushing off. A bad premonition rose in his heart. Sure enough, before he could speak, the butler blurted out, "General, something bad has happened, something bad has happened..."

"What's the matter that you're in such a panic?" Feng Yu asked, frowning.

The steward, recalling what he had seen in the new house, reported truthfully, "General, the Madam... the Madam... she's gone."

"That's all? What do you mean?" Feng Yu was startled and asked in surprise. In fact, he had already guessed what was going on, but he still asked the question.

"Dead...dead." The butler uttered these two words, and Feng Yu's face turned even more grim. Before the butler could react, Feng Yu had already rushed towards the bridal chamber.

Dead? What happened? Although he wished he could kill that woman with his own hands, his aunt, the Empress, had made him realize that he had to prioritize the bigger picture. Therefore, no matter how much Yang Jingyu deserved to die, she couldn't die.

But now she's dead? What does that mean?

Feng Yu didn't have time to think much; he knew the situation was dire.

When Feng Yu arrived at the new house, another person was also rushing over. That person was none other than Yang Jingyu's father, Prime Minister Yang.

As fate would have it, the two bumped into each other at the entrance of the bridal chamber. They glanced at each other, and Feng Yu's expression changed. Before he could stop them, Prime Minister Yang had already entered the bridal chamber. Moments later, Prime Minister Yang's cries could be heard, "Yu'er, how could you... be dead..."

Feng Yu took a deep breath and went in. He saw Yang Jingyu lying on the bed, spitting blood and exuding a deathly aura. He had seen countless dead people on the scene, and he knew Yang Jingyu's condition all too well. She was indeed dead!

Feng Yu's brows were furrowed tightly, as if he were deep in thought.

But Prime Minister Yang had already begun to attack Feng Yu, "General Feng, my daughter was perfectly fine in your residence last night. I believe our two families have reached an agreement. But why is my perfectly fine daughter in such a state this morning? Can't you tolerate her?"

In his view, he was convinced that Yang Jingyu's death was the work of Feng Yu. Even if he did not do it himself, someone else must have been instructed by him!

Prime Minister Yang disregarded General Feng's status and Empress Feng behind him; all he felt was anger.

Feng Yu lowered his gaze slightly, but did not explain anything to Prime Minister Yang. He glanced indifferently at Yang Jingyu, who was filled with a deathly aura.

Seeing his reaction, Prime Minister Yang was even more furious. "General Feng, you must give me an explanation today!"

An explanation? Feng Yu glanced at Prime Minister Yang with disgust. "An explanation? There isn't one!"

At this point, any explanation would be superfluous. Feng Yu was also in a state of turmoil and had no intention of dealing with Prime Minister Yang. Frustrated and irritable, he flung his sleeves and turned to leave, leaving Prime Minister Yang stunned for a moment. He hadn't expected Feng Yu's attitude to be like this, and his resentment grew even stronger. Turning back to look at his daughter, who had been alive and well just yesterday, Prime Minister Yang cried out, "Yu'er..."

The Yang family only has one daughter, Yang Jingyu. She is so young, yet she has ended up like this. How can Prime Minister Yang be willing to accept this?

Countless rages swirled in Prime Minister Yang's heart, his eyes shifting with each passing moment. Finally, as if he had made up his mind, he tightened his grip on Yang Jingyu's clothes, his knuckles cracking.

"Daughter, I will... I will definitely avenge you, I will not let you die in vain." Prime Minister Yang gritted his teeth. Since his concession yesterday did not get them a response, he had no choice but to stand on another side. He believed that His Highness the Crown Prince would welcome him very much.

When Empress Feng heard the news in the palace, she was leisurely sipping her tea, but she couldn't even hold onto the teacup. The teacup slipped from her hand and shattered on the floor.

"Your Majesty..." Han Yu hurriedly tidied up, and also lost her composure along with Empress Feng.

Dead? He was perfectly fine last night, how could he be dead this morning?

Not to mention Empress Feng, even she could see the extent of the loss that Yang Jingyu's death had brought to the Feng family.

This whole thing seems so strange. Could someone have sabotaged it? If so, who could it be?

Han Yu could only think of one person, and suddenly her mind went blank. She didn't say anything more. How could someone as shrewd as Empress Feng not have thought of these things? Empress Feng would only think of more.

Almost immediately, Empress Feng thought of Qinglan. She pushed away Hanyu, who was helping her fix her wet clothes, and gritted her teeth, "Qinglan, I underestimated his abilities."

If last night she only suspected that someone had tampered with the matter, today she is absolutely certain.

Empress Feng was furious, but what could she do? In the end, she could only swallow her anger. She understood that the power of the Prime Minister's Mansion had completely turned its back on the Feng family. She had put in so much effort, only to end up like this. She would remember this resentment and hold it against Qinglan!