The Flourishing Era of Female Merchants

No matter what she says, he will believe it, even if what she says is not true, he will believe it without hesitation!

Subconsciously, Bai Yi tightened his grip on An Mi's hand, a smile playing on his lips. Every time he discovered it, it seemed that his love for her was far greater than he had imagined.

An Mi, upon hearing Bai Yi's words, found herself unable to utter the words she was about to say. What would his reaction be if he knew she was reborn?

Believe! But what happens after you believe?

An Mi couldn't guess, nor could she be sure, what her future with Bai Yi would be like if this news got out.

"Mi'er, is there anything you want to tell me?" Bai Yi asked softly, stroking her warm and soft hand. He felt a little expectant. It seemed that he was the one exploring An Mi all along, but she rarely revealed anything to him.

Although he was certain that her feelings for him were much deeper than before, at least she had opened her heart to him, which was already a significant gain for him.

Her actions at that moment filled him with immense joy, and he couldn't help but wonder if he was becoming more and more important to her.

Thinking of this, Bai Yi became even more eager to say what An Mi was about to say.

But An Mi hesitated at this moment. Meeting Bai Yi's expectant eyes, should she tell him? Should she tell him that she had experienced a past life, that she should have been Liu Zhan's wife in her past life, or should she tell him that she was a monster in this world?

Instinctively, An Mi shrank back, forcing a smile, "No, nothing."

Even if An Mi was good at hiding it, Bai Yi caught the glint in her eyes when she said "no". Bai Yi was stunned, as if a huge piece of his heart had been emptied. The sense of loss crashed over him like a violent wave, making it hard for him to breathe for a moment.

"No, nothing?" Bai Yi's lips parted, his voice betraying a hint of bitterness, and he forced a smile on his handsome face. "If not, then forget it."

An Mi was startled, realizing Bai Yi's situation, and felt a pang of pain in her heart. What was wrong with her? She knew Bai Yi was perceptive; how would he feel if he sensed that she had been hiding something from him?

A slight pang of self-reproach welled up inside her, "Bai Yi..."

Just as An Mi was about to say something, Bai Yi interrupted her, "Mi'er, I plan to build a new building just for you in the palace. What do you think?"

Bai Yi smiled gently, his eyes filled with doting affection, as if his earlier disappointment and displeasure had never existed.

“Bai Yi…” An Mi felt even worse. “I…”

"There's no need to say anything more. You can tell me what's on your mind when you're ready. Right now, we should be thinking about our marriage." Bai Yi interrupted An Mi again. No matter how bad he felt, he was focused on not letting An Mi blame herself.

A warm current flowed through An Yi's heart, resting against his strong chest.

This proactive leaning seemed to fill the void of Bai Yi's previous disappointment. He told himself that Mi'er had not intended to hide it from him; she simply hadn't figured out how to tell him yet.

Thinking this, Bai Yi's smile deepened. He put his arm around An Mi's shoulder. Inside the carriage, the two were silent, yet exceptionally sweet, enjoying the tranquility of the moment. Bai Yi was thinking about their marriage, while An Mi's mind was also filled with countless thoughts.

Upon arriving at the Bohai Prince's residence, the carriage stopped. The two alighted from the carriage. An Mi had already made a decision in her heart. She grabbed Bai Yi, who was about to walk towards the residence. Bai Yi stopped and looked back at An Mi, his eyes showing some surprise. "What's wrong?"

“I was thinking that Cheng Ying has already fully taken charge of the Shengshi Lieyan business, and she can also handle other businesses with ease. I’m just a hands-off manager. I think that after we get married, I will hand over all these things to Cheng Ying.” An Mi said slowly and deliberately. She found that she felt particularly relieved after making this decision and saying these words.

Bai Yi was taken aback, his gaze shifting as he grasped An Mi's hand in return. "What's wrong? Why would you think that?"

As if realizing something, his sharp eyes narrowed, and before An Mi could answer, he continued, "Was it your father who forced you?"

An Mi's lips curled up slightly. Bai Yi was indeed Bai Yi; he could guess even from the smallest details. However, she couldn't let him misunderstand Emperor Mingde. Thinking of what Emperor Mingde had said to her, An Mi shook her head. "It's not like that. The Empress summoned me only to give me some guidance. As for my decision... it's entirely because I don't want to do those things anymore. After the wedding, I will be the Princess Consort of Bohai. There are many things in the Prince's mansion that I will have to handle. If I have to run around inside and outside, it will be too tiring."

Hearing An Mi say this, Bai Yi finally relaxed. "If that's the case, then I naturally support you. However, if Shengshi Lieyan can make you happier, I can ask Uncle Ji to share more of the household affairs. Remember, you can't let marrying me restrict your nature."

“Of course.” An Mi smiled, exchanged a glance with Bai Yi, and then entered the mansion.

When the King of Qin returned to the capital, his marriage to Miss Yan Bing was set for an auspicious day fifteen days later. At the same time, the wedding date of the King of Bohai and An Mi was also set. Only one month had passed since the King of Qin's wedding.

Throughout the capital, the talk of the town was about the marriage of the two princes. In addition, the news that the emperor had taken a new concubine also spread among the officials and their wives. From then on, every time an official had an audience with the emperor, he would see the newly appointed Consort Yun serving by his side.

Since Old Master Feng became bedridden, many days have passed, and he still doesn't leave the house. However, in private, Old Master Feng's injuries have healed. Hearing the news that Emperor Mingde bestowed the title of Consort Yun, he was even more pleased. Now that Consort Yun is in the palace, the setbacks and frustrations that his Feng family suffered before will surely be made up for little by little.

With fifteen days of preparation, the wedding of King Qin and Yan Bing was fast approaching. During these fifteen days, Yan Bing spent most of her time with An Mi, learning embroidery from her. With An Mi's help, she finally put on her wedding dress the day before her wedding.

Inside the Marquis of Jin's residence, Yan Bing looked at herself in the mirror, her face flushed with color, yet also tinged with shyness.

The maids around them, as well as the eldest young mistress of the Jin Marquis's mansion, all looked delighted. "It's so beautiful! This dress is truly wonderful. Bing'er will surely have a happy and fulfilling life in her marriage wearing this dress."

In the capital, there is a custom that wedding dresses are either embroidered by the bride herself or by her close sisters. These wedding dresses represent blessings, and the more beautiful the dress, the more blessings are associated with it, and the happier the marriage will be.