The Flourishing Era of Female Merchants

How could he know that it was precisely because of the Feng family's status in the Great Jin Dynasty that Emperor Mingde would not tolerate any wrongdoing this time? Even if someone were to frame him, Emperor Mingde would turn a blind eye and let it pass. What he wanted was to teach the Feng family a lesson and let them know that no matter how powerful the Feng family was, this world ultimately belonged to Emperor Mingde.

Emperor Mingde wanted Feng Yu's life as a warning to the Feng family. Old Master Feng and even Empress Feng understood that Feng Yu was doomed this time. Moreover, Old Master Feng meant that Emperor Mingde should not be allowed to execute Feng Yu personally!

"Are you relieved now? I brought you some wine and food. Now that you're at ease, enjoy your meal. When your grandfather arrives in the capital, perhaps he'll find a way to leave," Empress Feng said softly, her hypocritical lies sounding completely convincing.

Feng Yu's anxious heart finally settled down. He sat down at the table with the food and drank a glass of wine poured by Empress Feng in one gulp. Suddenly, he remembered something, his eyes narrowed, and a surge of anger quickly spread in them. He slammed the wine glass down. "Hmph, once I get out of here, I will definitely not let Bai Yi go!"

Feng Yu was convinced that this was definitely a setup by Bai Yi. As for how Bai Yi managed to get the dragon robe to frame him, he would find out the truth once he got out. At that time, he would definitely make Bai Yi taste what it was like in prison!

Upon hearing Bai Yi's name, a strange light flashed in Empress Feng's eyes. She was shrewd and knew that this matter was definitely related to Bai Yi. Thinking of the entanglement between Bai Yi and the Feng family in the past, and then thinking of Bai Yi's biological mother, the color in her eyes became even more profound.

It seems that Bai Yi has started to make his move this time!

Bai Yi is an enemy that should not be underestimated!

"Yes, once you leave, you can't let him off!" Empress Feng murmured softly, and as she spoke, she poured another cup of wine for Feng Yu's empty cup.

“Aunt, let’s drink together, cheers…” Feng Yu suddenly suggested, as if he had completely forgotten that night in the Imperial Study when his aunt, who usually doted on him, had pushed him out to protect the Feng family.

As soon as Feng Yu finished speaking, Empress Feng's expression stiffened, and even the hand holding the wine bottle paused. Not only Empress Feng, but also Han Yu behind her showed an unnatural expression. Feng Yu frowned, and a bad premonition suddenly arose in his heart.

"My life depends on you, Aunt. I'd like to thank you for your kindness with this wine." Feng Yu shook off the thought that had just crossed his mind, but he couldn't shake it off. He still tentatively asked, "Aunt Hanyu, please bring Her Majesty a wine cup!"

Han Yu's eyes flickered as she glanced at Empress Feng. Noticing her slightly lowered brows and the smile on her face that was no longer as warm as before, Han Yu quickly said, "General, I didn't think things through. I didn't prepare any extra wine cups before coming. Please forgive me."

Feng Yu sensed the unusual atmosphere. His previous excitement vanished instantly, and he turned his gaze to Empress Feng. "Is that so? But Aunt Hanyu has been by your side for so many years, always exceptionally thoughtful. Why wasn't she so considerate this time? Or... is there something else going on..."

At this point, Feng Yu's expression froze, his brows furrowed tightly, his eyes and face filled with pain. He clutched his stomach, glanced at his wine glass, and then his gaze towards Empress Feng sharpened further. "Aunt...you..."

"Yu'er, you're still too naive this time. The matter of the dragon robe is of utmost importance. If our Feng family hadn't done anything wrong, we could have argued for you. However, if the Emperor were to uncover more secrets because of this, it would be a greater loss than gain. Feng Yu's life is acceptable, but the Feng family cannot be lost. Between the Feng family and you, Feng Yu, who should be sacrificed? Upon careful consideration, one will have a choice. This time, consider it an indebted debt from me and the Feng family. When you reach the underworld, our ancestors will take good care of you because of your contributions to the Feng family. Rest assured, the Feng family will give you a grand burial after your death." Empress Feng spoke calmly, the smile long gone from her face. On her calm surface, Feng Yu could only see her coldness.

Feng Yu's abdominal pain became increasingly unbearable, and he staggered backward until he leaned weakly against the wall. A mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth, staining the food on the table. The wine he hadn't drunk yet had bloodstains floating on it, which quickly dissolved.

Facing Feng Yu in this state, Empress Feng still showed no pity. She did love Feng Yu, but her son was, after all, the second prince. She had to plan for her son, so she was willing to make sacrifices when necessary, even if it was Feng Yu who was sacrificed.

"Haha..." Feng Yu endured the pain, looking at Empress Feng with eyes full of accusation, "Give me a lavish funeral? What's the use of a lavish funeral when I'm already dead?"

All he wanted was to live, but clearly, that wish was unlikely to be fulfilled, because he felt the pain in his abdomen growing more intense. If his aunt wanted him dead, she would never use any ordinary poison.

He thought that even if he died, he should be executed by the emperor. However, he never expected that it would be his aunt, the empress, who loved him the most, who personally delivered the poison to him, poured it for him, and watched him drink it.

Empress Feng seemed somewhat guilty and didn't say anything. She just looked at Feng Yu, who had slid down the wall to the ground, with a cold expression in her eyes.

"Where is Grandpa? If I die, what will happen to Grandpa..." Feng Yu suddenly thought of something and glared fiercely at Empress Feng. Empress Feng was Empress Feng after all. So what if she was his aunt? She was the Empress first, and then she was his aunt!

"Hehe..." Suddenly, Empress Feng laughed, interrupting Feng Yu's words. Looking at Empress Feng's laughing face, Feng Yu felt a chill in his heart. It was mockery!

What was she mocking him for?

Feng Yu was stunned for a moment, then sat on the ground, clutching his sore spot with a complicated expression. Empress Feng walked towards Feng Yu step by step, and with each step she took, Feng Yu felt waves of pressure coming at him, making him extremely uneasy.

Empress Feng stopped in front of Feng Yu, squatted down, and gently stroked Feng Yu's cheek. The gentle touch made Feng Yu slightly startled. He remembered that when he was a child, his aunt liked to stroke his cheek like this. At that time, he knew that his aunt loved him.

However, when that hand touched his cheek, he felt a chill from it. He didn't know what Empress Feng was going to do, but he knew that what she was going to do would not be what he expected.

Empress Feng's lips still curled slightly, just as she had shown affection for Feng Yu when he was a child. However, her words were like a heavy hammer, striking the listener with immense pain.