The Flourishing Era of Female Merchants

For Liu Guang and Yi Fei, subduing Yi Zhuxuan was a piece of cake. Even when Yi Zhuxuan was in a frenzy, it was no different. In just a moment, Liu Guang and Yi Fei each grabbed one of Yi Zhuxuan's arms, pressed her down hard, and made her kneel in front of the memorial tablet.

When Yi Zhuxuan looked up and saw the memorial tablet, her previous fear became even clearer. She even mistook Liuguang and Yifei for those who wanted to take her life. She struggled desperately, like a wild beast driven to madness, "Let me go... let me go..."

An Mi stood up and walked to Yi Zhuxuan again, looking down at her. When Yi Zhuxuan met An Mi's eyes, she suddenly fell silent, but still murmured softly, "Don't kill me... I had no choice..."

An Mi had heard those words far too many times. To her, what did it matter if Yi Zhuxuan was forced into this situation? She was still one of the people responsible for the tragedy in the widow village.

"I really want to tear you to pieces and use your blood to pay tribute to them, but..." An Mi's cold voice rang out above Yi Zhuxuan's head, "No matter what, killing you would not be enough to quell my hatred."

“Miss…” Cheng Ying frowned. Could it be that Miss has changed her mind?

Yi Zhuxuan was also stunned for a moment, but when she saw An Mi's eyes, she instantly understood that An Mi would not let her go as she had hoped. If she didn't kill her, she might have a more cruel way to deal with her!

Anmi's lips gradually curved into a smile. Judging from Yi Zhuxuan's reaction, she already knew that Yi Zhuxuan was not stupid.

An Mi reached out and tightly gripped Yi Zhuxuan's chin. Instantly, two red marks appeared on Yi Zhuxuan's originally bloodless face. Yi Zhuxuan had no mind to care about the pain. She just looked at An Mi with an indescribable emotion in her eyes. Perhaps there was pleading, resignation, but more than anything, there was fear. What she feared was how An Mi would treat her!

Only then did she fully understand the heartbreaking feeling of having her life in someone else's hands and being at their mercy.

When she swung her knife down at the villagers, were they the ones she was feeling at that moment?

An eerie silence fell over the room. Yi Zhuxuan remained silent, seemingly waiting for An Mi to pronounce her fate.

"I think your life will be taken by the ghosts of those you killed!" An Mi said each word carefully. Rather than inflicting physical pain on her, she would rather torture her mentally. She wanted Yi Zhuxuan to die in fear or guilt.

After An Mi finished speaking, she forcefully shoved Yi Zhuxuan's chin away, the force causing Yi Zhuxuan to turn her head to the side, only then realizing An Mi's intention.

"Haha..." Yi Zhuxuan suddenly burst into laughter, "An Mi, you really do hate me!"

She would rather be in pain. The thought of the fear she had just experienced made Yi Zhuxuan feel terrified again. She looked around warily, as if observing what kind of "people" were spying on her.

An Mi's lips curled into a cold smile, and she then instructed Liu Guang and Yi Fei, "Settle her in properly. I want to make sure she can't even bring herself to kill herself."

Liu Guang and Yi Fei frowned, exchanged a glance, and then, as if they had thought of something at the same time, smiled. "Yes, Miss, we know what to do."

"Mm." An Mi responded softly, then looked at Yi Zhuxuan again, her lips parting slightly, "Cheng Ying, let's go!"

As soon as An Mi finished speaking, she stepped out of the room without hesitation. Cheng Ying immediately followed. She knew that her mistress would make Yi Zhuxuan suffer even more. Sure enough, just a few steps out of the room, a terrible scream came from inside. Then, a woman's cries of pain followed. Among these cries, there were three more intense screams like the first one. However, it was clear that the screams became weaker and weaker as they came. Nevertheless, to the listener, the weaker screams did not seem to lack pain at all.

Cheng Ying paused, turned back to look at the room, and smiled slightly. "Yi Zhuxuan, Yi Zhuxuan, you'll have a lot more to suffer later!"

The next morning, the Bohai Prince's Mansion was quiet. The servants had all heard the screams from the previous night, but they all tacitly refrained from discussing them. However, they secretly kept an eye on the movements in the future princess's courtyard.

From that day on, the Bohai Prince's Mansion seemed as if nothing had happened, and the entire capital was calm and undisturbed. However, in secret, many people were still watching closely.

That day, in the garden of the Bohai Prince's Mansion, An Mi was tending to a plant when Liu Guang hurried towards her. Reaching An Mi's side, he softly called out, "Miss, Yi Zhuxuan, she..."

Upon hearing the name, An Mi's hand, which had just touched a leaf, paused slightly, and a deep look appeared in her previously calm and clear eyes. "Dead?"

The voice was cold and devoid of any emotion.

"Yes, as Miss instructed, I sent Yi Zhuxuan out of the palace early this morning. She couldn't hold on for more than half an hour." Liu Guang reported truthfully. That night, she and Yi Fei crippled Yi Zhuxuan's tendons and locked her in a room. They brought her food as Miss instructed, just to keep her alive.

Perhaps because the wicked woman had committed too many evil deeds, she went completely insane that very night. After that, she seemed to be immersed in a nightmare of being haunted by vengeful ghosts every day, unable to extricate herself. Later on, she even mistook people for ghosts.

This morning, the young lady instructed her to release Yi Zhuxuan. She was initially surprised by the young lady's decision, but later realized the young lady's scheme.

Yi Zhuxuan had gone mad to the point of being terrified of anyone she saw. This morning, when she was thrown onto the street, the sheer terror she felt seeing the passersby was unimaginable. In the end, she died within half an hour, foaming at the mouth and with her eyes popping out. The sight was appalling...

Liu Guang frowned as he thought of Yi Zhuxuan's miserable state back then.

This outcome was entirely within An Mi's expectations. Her deep eyes flickered slightly. "Go and offer incense to the sisters in the widow's village. Tell them that one of them delivered it on their behalf, and as for the other one..."

An Mi's eyes narrowed as she said this, but she didn't continue. The other person was already in the Heavenly Prison, and soon she would send his life to them!

Meanwhile, in the Empress's palace, Empress Feng, who had been staying indoors for a long time, sat on the couch, looking slightly haggard. Han Yu carefully served her by her side, not daring to be careless in the slightest.

Below the hall, a woman dressed as a palace maid stood respectfully, looking no different from any other palace maid. However, the calmness in her eyes gave her a different feel from the average palace maid.