The Flourishing Era of Female Merchants

In the An family mansion, she was an intruder, but she kept telling herself that her relationship with Feng Ge had existed for more than ten years. If she hadn't chosen to marry into the Feng family back then, An Yuefeng's wife would be her, Jin Qiaoyu, now. How could she, Yu Fangfei, have the opportunity to be so arrogant here?

Yu Fangfei snorted coldly in her heart. If Jin Qiaoyu could remain so calm in a moment, that would be quite an achievement.

Thinking this, Yu Fangfei ignored Jin Qiaoyu, not even considering her an opponent, and turned to the crowd, saying, "Everyone, please sit down first. Mi'er, I'll leave the preparation of the white satin needlework to you."

When An Mi was called out, especially by such an intimate address, she immediately understood. Mi'er? Normally, Yu Fangfei rarely called her that, and now... Ha, was she creating an opportunity for herself?

"Yes, Mi'er will go right away." An Mi curtsied, put down the tray in her hand, and left the hall under everyone's gaze.

An Mi had just stepped out the door when she noticed a number of guests outside. She felt a gaze fixed on her, and when she looked up, she was slightly taken aback to see who it was. The Prince of Bohai, who had just appeared in the backyard of the An residence in brocade robes, was now wearing a cloak. The black cloak covered his head, slightly obscuring his handsome face.

Anmi frowned, suddenly realizing his intention: was he afraid of being recognized?

That's right. The appearance of the dignified Prince of Bohai in An's residence is bound to cause a stir. And him... Seeing the gleam of anticipation in his eyes, An Mi's lips curled up. Since he's just watching a show, it wouldn't be good if he attracted too much attention.

Anmi frowned, thinking about what she needed to do, and quickened her pace.

In the hall, those of certain status and position took their seats, while those of lower status and position could only find a place to stand.

"Madam Liu, look, Young Master Liu and Xinhe are both of marriageable age. Since they are already engaged, shouldn't we find an auspicious day to hold their wedding?" While Anmi was making preparations, Yu Fangfei chatted warmly with Madam Liu, seemingly casually mentioning that at this time, the Liu family was a coveted prize, and it was best to hold on to it as tightly as possible. If someone took advantage of the situation, it would be a great loss.

The experienced Madam Liu saw through Yu Fangfei's thoughts at a glance and said with a smile, "Of course, I was just about to mention this matter to Master An and Madam An. I plan to have someone choose a date when I get back. I was thinking that my master will be back soon, and his birthday is coming up soon. If it's a double celebration, it would be the best thing ever."

The sooner she welcomes An Xinhe into the family, the more she will be able to put her mind at ease. After all, things can change if she waits until the An family discovers An Xinhe's value.

The two women were each making their own plans. Jin Qiaoyu overheard their conversation, glanced at An Xinhe who was smiling brightly, and leaned over to ask her daughter beside her, "Xianglan, have you made all the arrangements?"

Feng Xianglan frowned. Was everything arranged? She had inquired and learned that An Xinhe really liked the pastries from that shop. If they were placed in front of her, she would never refuse to eat them. Just now, the maid she had sent to gather information told her that two pastries were missing from the plate, but... judging from An Xinhe's complexion at the moment... it seemed that there had been no change.

The more Feng Xianglan thought about it, the more uneasy she felt. But only for a moment, and she quickly shook off the unease. The reason was simple: she had noticed that An Xinhe's gentle expression had changed. Ha, was she about to have an attack? A vicious smile appeared on her lips, and she whispered to Jin Qiaoyu, "Mother, don't worry, the show should be starting soon."

As they were talking, An Mi led several maids up and brought the prepared items. Everyone stopped exchanging pleasantries. Yu Fangfei was the first to stand up and walk to An Xinhe's side, gently instructing, "Xinhe, don't take it too seriously. Xianglan is new to Rongjin City after all. It's alright if you give in to her a little. Madam Liu and Young Master Liu will naturally not blame you."

But An Xinhe couldn't listen to her words at this moment. She felt as if her body was on fire, as if thousands of ants were gnawing at her bones. It was tingling and itchy, and her restlessness suddenly arose. Finally, she couldn't help but scratch her body.

Yu Fangfei noticed her unusual behavior and frowned slightly. "Xinhe? What's wrong with you?"

What's wrong? What's wrong with her? An Xinhe only knew that she was unbearably itchy. Yes, what's wrong with her?

"Mother..." An Xinhe called out softly, "I feel so itchy."

Suddenly, as if realizing something, she glared fiercely at An Mi. The pastries—yes, the pastries An Mi had sent to her room this morning—could there really be something wrong with them? An Mi! This… no, it wasn't An Mi. How could An Mi have the guts? It was Feng Xianglan. She remembered An Mi saying that Feng Xianglan had asked her to send the pastries. Thinking of this, An Xinhe turned her gaze to Feng Xianglan and saw the slight upturn of the other woman's lips. Her mind exploded.

Sure enough it was her!

An Xinhe gritted her teeth, disregarding the many people present, and immediately shook off Yu Fangfei's hand, rushing towards Feng Xianglan, shouting, "Feng Xianglan, you bitch!"

The sudden shout startled everyone. Yu Fangfei's face was even more pale than before. Had Xinhe gone mad? Did she know what she was doing? So many people were watching, especially Madam Liu and Liu Zhan!

Yu Fangfei glanced at Madam Liu and Liu Zhan, and saw that both of them had changed their expressions. Yu Fangfei thought to herself that something was wrong, and hurriedly stepped forward to try to pull An Xinhe back.

Seeing her actions, An Mi gave a sarcastic smirk. Others might not know what was wrong with An Xinhe, but did she? Had it already flared up? The timing was perfect!

At this point, how could Yu Fangfei possibly hold An Xinhe back?

Sure enough, before Yu Fangfei could catch up with An Xinhe, An Xinhe approached Feng Xianglan and reached out to scratch her face. Feng Xianglan was caught off guard. She was still immersed in the joy brought by An Xinhe's sudden change. She did not expect An Xinhe to rush over like this. Not to mention dodging, she did not even have time to react. An Xinhe's long fingernails scratched a bloody mark on her face.

The pain jolted her awake, and when she looked at An Xinhe so close to her, her fierce gaze seemed to want to devour her whole…

Feng Xianglan was startled by her bloodshot eyes. An unease spread through her heart. This shouldn't be happening. How could it be like this? According to her calculations, An Xinhe should have slowly succumbed to the poison and died on the spot, bleeding from all seven orifices. An Mi would then be the culprit who killed An Xinhe, and she wouldn't be implicated at all.

However, the ferocity that flashed in An Xinhe's eyes made her unable to remain calm, especially the sharp claws that were constantly reaching out to grab her, which made it impossible for her to dodge.

"Feng Xianglan, you bitch, you've ruined me, you're going to ruin me!" An Xinhe muttered, as if she had gone mad, grabbing at Feng Xianglan and refusing to let go. She was already arrogant and shrewish, but now she seemed even more out of control.