The Flourishing Era of Female Merchants

"A benefactor? That benefactor must be Feng Yu!" An Mi pressed on, "And let me tell you, you met Feng Yu, and then you became his tool for killing. That night, you killed everyone in Widow's Village!"

As An Mi finished speaking, she took in Yi Zhuxuan's expression completely. "Now, do you remember everything?"

As An Mi spoke, she shoved Yi Zhuxuan hard. With the force of the push, Yi Zhuxuan hit the corner of the table again, letting out a cry of pain before falling flat on her face to the ground.

"Tell me, do you remember everything?" An Mi suddenly raised her voice, her sharp aura startling even Liu Guang and Yi Fei.

Ignoring her pain, Yi Zhuxuan looked at An Mi warily. So that's how it is. An Mi did it for the people in that village?

This was something she had never expected. But what was the relationship between the people of that village and An Mi? How could they make her hate her so much? It was as if even if she were to die a thousand times, it wouldn't be enough to extinguish her hatred!

Yi Zhuxuan felt even more panicked. If she admitted to remembering, would that mean she would inevitably suffer even more cruel torment from An Mi?

No, she can't admit it!

"No, that's not it. I haven't encountered any villages, and I don't know anything about the murders in those villages. Anmi, why do you have to pin these unfounded accusations on me? I know you hate me, but even if you hate me, your actions are far too dishonest!" Yi Zhuxuan wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, pondering how to escape this calamity. However, she didn't know that since she entered this house, her life or death was no longer in her control.

But even if she doesn't admit it, so what!

No sooner had Yi Zhuxuan finished her denial than Cheng Ying couldn't hold back any longer, "Yi Zhuxuan, do you think you can get away with this? Miss, if she doesn't admit it, we'll force her to admit it and see if she can handle it. People like her deserve to be torn to pieces. Miss, we must avenge all the lives lost in Widow Village!"

Yi Zhuxuan felt a chill in her heart. Compared to before, she was clearly much less confident. Her eyes flashed. "Does the Great Jin Dynasty still have any laws? How dare you torture me into confessing!"

"Forced confession?" An Mi's lips curled into a faint smile. In Yi Zhuxuan's eyes, that smile was like a devil reaching out to her, instantly shattering half of Yi Zhuxuan's mental preparation. That smile seemed to be telling Yi Zhuxuan, so what if she was forced to confess? She didn't care about the laws of the Great Jin Dynasty!

An Mi glanced at Yi Zhuxuan indifferently, then turned around and slowly walked to a chair to sit down, like a judge from hell, and Yi Zhuxuan was the evil spirit waiting for judgment.

Even now, Yi Zhuxuan only knew that An Mi would not let her off easily, but she was afraid and uncertain about what An Mi was going to do to her. Finally, An Mi gave Cheng Ying a look. In just a moment of eye contact, Cheng Ying seemed to understand what her mistress wanted her to do.

Cheng Ying nodded to An Mi and then walked out of the room. Yi Zhuxuan endured the pain in her body and the fear in her heart, swallowed, and after a while, when she saw Cheng Ying re-enter the room, she had something in her hand.

It was a memorial tablet, and the large characters on it made Yi Zhuxuan's heart skip a beat.

The words "Memorial Tablet of the Sisters of Widow Village" were even more terrifying to Yi Zhuxuan than An Mi's cold laugh just now. As Yi Zhuxuan watched Cheng Ying carrying the memorial tablet and walking towards her, she couldn't help but shrink back a little.

An Mi saw Yi Zhuxuan's reaction and her eyes darkened. Only after Cheng Ying placed the memorial tablet steadily on the table did An Mi's deep voice slowly emerge.

"What? Feeling guilty?"

Yi Zhuxuan froze, unsure of what to do.

“Do you know that these innocent lives are watching you every day, waiting for the day you die a horrible death?” An Mi paused, then continued, clearly noticing that Yi Zhuxuan’s face had lost all color, and sneered inwardly, “They can’t get their revenge, but they still have me! Not just me, you’ve done so many evils, even God probably won’t let you off the hook.”

Yi Zhuxuan's body went limp. After An Mi said that, she glanced at the memorial tablet and felt as if countless eyes were watching her and countless hands were pulling her, as if they were trying to drag her into another abyss of no return.

"No, don't touch me..." Yi Zhuxuan murmured, waving her hands as if trying to drive something away. "Don't look for me, I didn't mean to, I had no choice, it's all Feng Yu's fault..."

That night, if she hadn't become Feng Yu's tool, she would have been a pile of bones by now. She had to harden her heart and kill those people to save her own life.

"I was forced to do this. I don't want to die. Don't look for me. The wronged should be held accountable. Go find Feng Yu, go find Feng Yu." Yi Zhuxuan hugged her knees tightly, curled up as if she had gone mad. Her eyes had lost their previous normalcy.

"Don't worry, Feng Yu's current situation isn't much better than yours. However, you two, master and servant, will eventually have a chance to meet again." An Mi lowered her brows, a faint glint of light appearing in her eyes.

Yi Zhuxuan understood what she meant; she was telling her that she and Feng Yu could only meet again in the underworld.

die?

It seems she really can't escape it?

Now, she was even more frightened, and the scenes from that night flashed through her mind. The way everyone looked when they fell was not clear in her memory before, but now it was indescribably clear, as if what happened back then was playing out right in front of her.

Yi Zhuxuan was gripped by deep fear. Already weak and exhausted from her injuries, she somehow managed to scramble to her feet, clutching her head and running wildly, shouting, "Don't look for me... Go away... All of you go away..."

In the room, Cheng Ying, Liu Guang, and Yi Fei were all stunned, seemingly not expecting Yi Zhuxuan to react this way. Was she scared out of her wits?

An Mi's gaze was fixed on Yi Zhuxuan, who was running around the room. She knew in her heart that Yi Zhuxuan must have gone crazy with fright!

Thinking of the fates of the women in the widow's village, An Mi's eyes narrowed. Wasn't Yi Zhuxuan's current state a consequence of her own actions? Gone mad? How gratifying!

However, that's not enough. An Mi said she would use her blood to appease the dead. Even if Yi Zhuxuan went mad, she wouldn't be able to escape.

"Liuguang, Yifei, capture her," Anmi coldly ordered.