The Flourishing Era of Female Merchants

An Mi froze. The Mei family? The Mei family, a prominent family in Jicheng!

Besides the Mei family, a prominent family in Jicheng that she knew, which other Mei family could there be?

The Mei family that Mei Yingxue belongs to!

“Our Great Jin Dynasty has always had the custom of having equal wives…” Yu Ling’er began slowly, and as soon as she finished speaking, the expressions of many people present changed.

A concubine? A cold glint flashed in An Mi's eyes, while the old woman and the middle-aged woman's husband frowned, their faces showing difficulty. If it were someone else, a concubine would be easy to deal with, but Miss Mei said that she wanted to be the only legal wife, and even her concubines would have to be gradually dismissed. How could she tolerate the existence of a concubine?

"Elder sister, are you satisfied with this arrangement?" Yu Ling'er ignored everyone's reactions and asked the young woman directly.

The young woman hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded helplessly. So what if she was a concubine? As long as she wasn't divorced, as long as there was a way out, as long as she could watch her daughter grow up, she had no other desires.

Anmi frowned, thinking to herself that this young woman was foolish!

Yu Ling'er patted the young woman's hand with satisfaction, smiled at everyone, and then turned and got into the carriage.

On the carriage, King Donglin watched everything from beginning to end without saying a word, only instructing the driver to continue driving forward.

Beneath the carriage, An Mi glanced at the carriage that had already begun to move, then looked at the young woman and the little girl beside her. A sarcastic smile played on her lips as she murmured, "Isn't this pushing this mother and daughter into a pit of fire? Even if they aren't divorced, they'll probably be tormented by the future daughter of a wealthy family. Who says women have to depend on men? This young woman is truly foolish!"

Although the words were spoken softly, they still reached the young woman's ears, causing her to visibly stiffen and look uneasily at An Mi...

Once inside the carriage, Yu Ling'er couldn't wait to boast, "Brother-in-law, do you think Ling'er's arrangement is appropriate?"

The King of Donglin gave a cryptic twitch of his lips, about to speak, when he faintly heard a woman's voice coming from outside the carriage...

Who says women have to depend on men? This young woman is so foolish!

With a raised eyebrow, King Donglin thought to himself that Rong Jincheng had a woman who thought so clearly!

"Stop the car," King Donglin ordered in a deep voice.

The coachman stopped the carriage. Yu Ling'er had been busy taking credit and, since her hearing wasn't as good as the martial arts expert Donglin Wang's, she hadn't heard An Mi's words. She frowned and asked in confusion, "Brother-in-law, what's wrong?"

The King of Donglin did not answer Yu Ling'er. He raised his hand and gently lifted the curtain of the carriage window, subconsciously wanting to see the woman who said, "Who says women have to depend on men?"

Looking over, he saw a woman of refined elegance. Her attire was simple, and her fresh and unpretentious style was refreshing. He didn't even realize it himself, and blurted out, "What's your name?"

Anmi, who was standing under the carriage, happened to look this way and saw that the King of Donglin was looking at her from the carriage. She was stunned for a moment.

After a moment of silence, King Donglin frowned, seemingly annoyed that his question had been ignored, and asked again, "What's your name?"

An Mi then realized what was happening, and her lips twitched. So the King of Donglin was asking her a question? Why was he asking her name?

"My name is Anmi," Anmi said, bowing her head. The two were not far apart, and her soft voice drifted into the ears of the King of Donglin.

Anmi? Mi means peace and tranquility, but when separated, it becomes yan (言), bi (必), min (皿), and min (皿) which resembles blood. This woman… King Donglin’s gaze towards Anmi deepened slightly.

"Brother-in-law, who is that?" Yu Ling'er realized something and hurriedly came forward, seemingly wanting to see for herself.

At that moment, the King of Donglin lowered the curtain and said, "There is no one here. Drive away."

As soon as the King of Donglin gave the order, the carriage started moving. Yu Ling'er didn't see anyone outside the carriage and was a little displeased, but her face still showed that elegant and gentle smile.

Her brother-in-law rarely showed interest in anything, but today, he actually asked Rong Jincheng for a woman's name, which made her pay attention. An Mi? It seemed to be the name she had just heard!

Anmi... Anmi... Yu Ling'er silently chewed on these two words, the coldness hidden beneath the gentle smile in her eyes slowly emerging. What did she care about Anmi? Whatever it was, with her by her brother-in-law's side, she would absolutely not allow any woman to have a chance to get close to him.

Meanwhile, An Mi watched the carriage gradually disappear into the distance, her expression remaining largely unchanged. The King of Donglin asking her name was likely just a passing fancy. However, as if remembering something, An Mi's gaze darkened. She realized that she might have to deal with the King of Donglin again in the future.

In her previous life, as Liu Zhan's business grew, she had many opportunities to meet powerful and influential people. She had met the King of Donglin a few times, but that was all; there was no other interaction between them. However, even without any other interaction, she learned about some of the King of Donglin's habits through observation.

"This lady..."

As Anmi was pondering, a trembling voice came from beside her. Anmi turned her head and saw a woman with a miserable face, haggard appearance, and traces of blood at the corner of her mouth. Who else could it be but the young woman who had been beaten earlier?

An Mi glanced at the little girl being held in the young woman's arms. "What does Madam need me for?"

The young woman gave an awkward, sarcastic smile. "Miss, please don't call me Madam. You've seen my situation..."

A flicker of sadness crossed the young woman's eyes. She paused, then continued, "Miss, your words just now were a wake-up call. I've heard that Miss Mei is domineering and powerful. If I insist on staying in the Li family, I'm afraid the entire Li household won't tolerate my daughter and me. In the end, I'll only suffer an even more miserable fate. But I'm just a woman... I'm not afraid of hardship with such a young daughter, but I'm worried about my child being displaced with me. You know, a woman who has been divorced..."

An Mi understood what the young woman meant; she was in a dilemma. In the Great Jin Dynasty, divorced women never had a good ending.

Thinking back to her deathbed in her past life, when Liu Zhan coldly shoved the letter of divorce into her hand, hatred resurfaced in her heart. Why must a woman who has been divorced suffer such a fate? Why must a woman bear the consequences of a man's ruthlessness?

"Have you thought about what you're going to choose?" Anmi looked at the young woman, whose expression gradually changed from fear and struggle to calmness and determination.

Anmi already understood her decision, and then she heard the young woman say, "From now on, it will only be my daughter and I who depend on each other for survival."

“That’s not necessarily true,” An Mi said with a smile. Seeing the young woman’s puzzled expression, she continued, “Do you know how to embroider?”