The Flourishing Era of Female Merchants

As soon as Emperor Mingde finished speaking, Old Master Feng and Empress Feng felt a sudden jolt in their hearts, as if a knife were cutting into their flesh.

An Mi's lips curled up slightly. So Emperor Mingde was such a cunning person. He had Old Master Feng stay at the place where Feng Yu was temporarily staying. Wasn't that place where Feng Yu's mourning hall was now set up?

Isn't Emperor Mingde rubbing salt into Old Master Feng's wounds?

It wasn't just rubbing salt in, it was like slapping Old Master Feng in the face. He was the dignified Old Master Feng, and the biological father of Empress Feng, yet he ended up staying in such an unlucky place in the capital!

An Mi glanced at Old Master Feng's expression. With her keen perception, she still detected a fleeting hint of displeasure in his seemingly indifferent gaze.

"Your Majesty's arrangement is excellent!" Old Master Feng bowed deeply, feeling extremely aggrieved. He even felt the pain in his waist wound intensify. Even someone as experienced as him couldn't help but curse under his breath.

Seeing that Old Master Feng was clearly dissatisfied with the arrangement but still said some nice things, Emperor Mingde felt particularly pleased. Old Master Feng had finally come to be so humble!

"In that case, everyone may disperse! I am also exhausted!" Emperor Mingde rubbed his forehead, looking weary, and instructed Eunuch Qin, "Prepare the imperial bedchamber!"

After saying that, Eunuch Qin helped Emperor Mingde out of the main hall. Inside the hall, everyone was still sitting in their original seats. Although the emperor had left, the empress was still there, and Old Master Feng was still there!

At this moment, Empress Feng was also extremely aggrieved, but she had no choice but to suppress it and step forward to say to Old Master Feng, "Father, I will see you out of the palace! Feng Qing, take good care of the old master!"

"Yes, Your Majesty." Feng Qing accepted the order, supporting Old Master Feng and bearing all his weight, as they walked step by step towards the outside of the palace.

When Empress Feng and Old Master Feng and their entourage left the main hall, the entire hall seemed to be instantly liberated. Some breathed a sigh of relief, while others whispered among themselves, creating quite a lively atmosphere. However, no one noticed that there was another person in the hall whose face had become extremely ugly.

"Are you all deaf? Father just gave the order to disperse. What? Are you all still thinking about drinking until you drop?" It was the Second Prince who spoke. At this moment, his face was gloomy. Perhaps he had been listening to the whispers and finally could not bear it any longer. He slammed his hand on the table and stood up. He had seen his father's targeting of his maternal grandfather tonight.

He knew that the rise and fall of the Feng family was closely linked to his path to becoming emperor. If the Feng family fell, he would have no hope. How could he not feel frustrated at this time?

With the Second Prince's roar, the entire hall fell silent. Everyone stood up and walked out of the hall one after another.

An Mi and Bai Yi exchanged a glance, and both of them smiled in unison.

"I didn't expect Old Master Feng to be moving in!" Bai Yi frowned, a glint of light flashing in his eyes. His gaze sent chills down one's spine, as if something was about to happen.

Most of the people in the hall scattered like birds and beasts, leaving only the Second Prince, An Mi, and Bai Yi. The Second Prince was already feeling resentful, and now that most of the people had left, he showed his anger on his face without any restraint. However, when he turned around, he saw that Bai Yi and An Mi were still there. His face stiffened, and he angrily flung his sleeves and walked out of the hall.

"Everyone's gone, let's go too." Bai Yi stood up, his large hand enveloping An Mi's jade-like hand. He had just watched a good show and felt extremely pleased. Moreover, the thought that Old Master Feng had moved into the house where Feng Yu used to live made him feel an uncontrollable surge of excitement.

An Mi stood up from her seat with Bai Yi's help, but her brows furrowed slightly. As perceptive as Bai Yi was, he noticed her subtle expression and frowned slightly as well. "What's wrong?"

"Just now, Qinglan..." An Mi said softly, still feeling a little worried when she thought of Qinglan who had fainted.

"Don't worry, my eldest brother is a smart man. Nalan Jue's palm strike looked powerful, but he weighed it carefully," Bai Yi comforted him softly. Thinking of what had just happened, Bai Yi's eyes flickered. "Those two are truly in perfect sync!"

An Mi paused slightly, then looked up to meet Bai Yi's eyes, a slight smile playing on her lips. "Yes, perfect chemistry!"

In that situation just now, without tacit understanding, even if Nalan Jue was willing to sacrifice himself to protect Qinglan and her reputation, if Qinglan hadn't blocked that attack in time, nothing could have happened. Qinglan is shrewd; she must have known what Nalan Jue was going to do. In such a short time, she had to make a decisive decision to cooperate with Nalan Jue in putting on this show.

Nalan Jue was, after all, Qinglan's uncle. Seeing Nalan Jue die to protect him, he must have felt terrible!

A pity welled up in An Mi's heart. This palace was truly a place of deceit and treachery. Thinking of this, An Mi couldn't help but let out a long sigh. The next moment, a strong and powerful arm pulled her into its embrace.

An Mi looked up and met Bai Yi's concerned gaze. "Don't think about it anymore. It's no use thinking about it. I think since the eldest prince made that decision just now, he should be able to bear it. Don't forget, he is a prince, and a prince with the right to inherit the throne!"

He knew that the Qinglan that Anmi knew might be the carefree, reclusive doctor in Rongjin City, but Qinglan was, after all, a prince. In the palace, he had seen all sorts of intrigue and deceit. Moreover, his ambition was the throne, and his heart was probably stronger than anyone else's.

An Mi frowned slightly, and Bai Yi's voice came from above again, "Let's go back to the manor. As for the eldest prince, he has his sister-in-law by his side to take care of him, so there won't be any problems."

An Mi's mind conjured up the image of Sima Yan, and a hint of sadness welled up in her eyes. Even if she wanted to see how Qing Lan was doing, with Sima Yan around, it probably wouldn't work. If she went, it would only cause more trouble.

“Let’s go.” An Mi nodded, exchanged a glance with Bai Yi, and the two walked out of the main hall together.

That night was exceptionally lively because of the arrival of Old Master Feng. Even after the welcoming banquet ended, the liveliness did not diminish. This night was destined to be a night of constant turmoil!

Empress Feng, following Emperor Mingde's orders, personally escorted Old Master Feng out of the palace. Due to Old Master Feng's injuries, the procession was somewhat chaotic, and no one noticed that a woman resembling a palace maid had quietly blended into the crowd.

The mansion where Feng Yu once stayed was covered with white silk, making it look extremely desolate even during the day. At night, it exuded a chilling atmosphere, making people feel a chill down their spines.