The Flourishing Era of Female Merchants

Taking a deep breath, all the worries and anxieties in her heart vanished. When she looked up and met An Mi's eyes again, her brows furrowed slightly, as if she were troubled by something. "Miss..."

An Mi looked at Yi Zhuxuan. In fact, she had noticed the series of changes in Yi Zhuxuan's expression just now. At this moment, Yi Zhuxuan made An Mi feel a strange feeling, but she did not show it on her face. Instead, she was like a frightened bird. "Zhuxuan? Why do you look so pale? Could it be that the Prince..."

An Mi's eyes flickered uneasily as she tried to get up. "Zhu Xuan, quickly take me to see the Prince."

Yi Zhuxuan had already made up her mind and knew what she should do. So why would she let An Mi meet the King of Bohai at this time?

"Miss, calm down." Yi Zhuxuan stopped An Mi. "Miss, I already told you that it was a dream. The Prince is sleeping soundly in his room. If you make such a fuss, the whole manor will probably be unable to sleep."

Anmi frowned, a hint of helplessness in her eyes, a stark contrast to her usual calm and intelligent demeanor.

However, after Yi Zhuxuan's reassurance, An Mi calmed down a bit. Seeing her like this, Yi Zhuxuan didn't waste any more time or opportunity. "Miss, there's something I don't know if I should say."

"I don't have time to listen to trivial matters right now." Anmi waved her hand impatiently, her thoughts still seemingly immersed in the lingering effects of the dream she had just had.

Yi Zhuxuan lowered her brows. "This matter concerns His Highness..."

An Mi suddenly paused, her previous impatience vanishing. "What is it?"

Yi Zhuxuan was very satisfied with An Mi's appearance. This was exactly what she wanted. The more An Mi cared about the matter of the Bohai King, the greater the chance that she could successfully seduce An Mi. An Mi, will you eventually lose your composure when it comes to the matter of the Bohai King?

"Tell me quickly, what is it?" An Mi seemed impatient and urged again.

“Miss, I’ve wanted to tell you this for a long time, but I was afraid that you and the Prince wouldn’t believe me and would blame me for spreading rumors. If the truth comes out and General Feng finds out, I’m afraid I’ll only have one way out.” Yi Zhuxuan bit her lip, paused, and looked directly into An Mi’s eyes. “Miss, I’m so grateful that you took me in. Just now, I saw that you were so frightened because of a dream about the Prince. I thought that the Prince must be very important to you. I was worried that if I didn’t tell you, you would be in even more pain when that day really comes.”

An Mi's eyes narrowed. "What...do you mean?"

"This servant doesn't want Miss to suffer in the future, so this servant is willing to risk everything." A resolute look gathered in Yi Zhuxuan's eyes, as if she had made up her mind. "Miss, someone wants to harm the Prince of Bohai!"

An Mi suddenly grabbed Yi Zhuxuan's wrist, "What did you say?"

Yi Zhuxuan met An Mi's eyes and said, "Miss, I have been by Feng Yu's side for a while. In his heart, he has always regarded the Prince of Bohai as a thorn in his side. He wants the Prince of Bohai to die. The assassination attempt some time ago was just a small move. His real intention... is to make sure that the Prince of Bohai has no chance to turn the tables."

An Mi's gaze sharpened, her earlier panic seemingly calmed considerably by the news, and her expression became much more serious. "What is he going to do?"

Yi Zhuxuan sighed deeply and didn't say anything more. Her conflicted expression seemed to be a struggle within her.

"You must know, right? Tell me now!" Anmi pressed, eager to know the answer.

Seeing her urgency, Yi Zhuxuan felt a surge of smugness. After a moment of silence, she spoke, “Miss, Feng Yu is incredibly ruthless. He knows that killing the Prince of Bohai wouldn’t be difficult. Even if he did assassinate the Prince, he couldn’t bear the accusation of assassinating royalty if it were exposed. He can kill the Prince without putting himself in danger. Therefore, the only safe and effective method is to use someone else to do the dirty work!”

"Whose knife does he want to borrow?" An Mi's eyes narrowed, a sharp glint flashing in them.

"Your Majesty!" Yi Zhuxuan uttered these two words firmly, one word at a time.

An Mi froze, taking two steps back, muttering, "The Emperor? The Emperor? Feng Yu was right!"

“Miss, Feng Yu is a very cunning and ruthless man. He has been plotting to frame the Prince of Bohai and push him to his death for quite some time. Now, all he is waiting for is the opportunity. Therefore, I am worried that if I do not speak up, I will only be able to watch helplessly as Feng Yu’s evil scheme is used against the Prince of Bohai.” Yi Zhuxuan looked worried, like a caring maid who only thought of Anmi.

An Mi's eyes flickered, and when she looked at Yi Zhuxuan again, there was even more sincerity in her eyes than in the past few days. She took a step forward, standing only a step away from Yi Zhuxuan, and gently placed her hand on her shoulder, a grateful smile blooming on her face. "Zhuxuan, you really treat me like a sister. Thank you. Don't worry, for what you've done for me and for the King of Bohai, I will make sure you get what you deserve."

Yi Zhuxuan's lips curled into a smile. She naturally took An Mi's "deserved" words as her future reward. A hint of disdain flashed through her mind. Did An Mi deserve it? She didn't care what reward she could get from An Mi. What she wanted was for An Mi to lose all her luck and live in pain. An Mi, An Mi, when that day comes and we face each other again, she won't have to put on this act in front of her anymore.

But what she didn't know was that what An Mi called "deserved" was not a reward. A barely perceptible ruthlessness flashed across An Mi's eyes, disappearing in an instant, so fast that no one could detect it.

“Thank you, Miss. I don’t want to see Feng Yu’s evil scheme succeed. I just want peace of mind,” Yi Zhuxuan said firmly.

"By the way, how does he plan to frame the Prince?" An Mi's expression turned serious again as she stared intently at Yi Zhuxuan. She knew that Yi Zhuxuan was also looking forward to leading her into the trap step by step, just as she was looking forward to leading Yi Zhuxuan into the trap step by step.

“Feng Yu has a residence outside the city. According to the rules of our Great Jin Dynasty, the Feng family shouldn't own any residence in the capital, let alone outside the city. That residence isn't registered under anyone in the Feng family's name, and the person who owns it seems to have no connection to the Feng family whatsoever. That's the shrewdness of Feng Yu’s actions.” Yi Zhuxuan’s eyes narrowed slightly, clearly indicating that the most important thing she wanted to convey wasn't there. She paused, then continued, “And hidden in that residence is something that Feng Yu intends to use to frame the Prince of Bohai!”

An Mi narrowed her eyes, seemingly searching, yet also questioning, "What exactly is that thing? Enough to allow him to frame the Prince?"