I've only heard that she's more beautiful than the Prime Minister's wife, and is renowned for her beauty that could topple kingdoms.
But what good is beauty if you've been living away from home since childhood and lack manners and etiquette? Beneath your beautiful exterior lies a pool of filth.
"Downstairs? If the private rooms are full, then go and invite her up." The princess spoke slowly, her tone clearly conveying a sense of condescension.
The servant acknowledged the order, saying, "Yes."
After the servant left, the second prince cast a questioning look at her. "Why did you ask her for something, elder sister? Don't you dislike her?"
The eldest princess gave a sarcastic smile, "Whether I like her or not is not important. What is important is that Father Emperor intends for you to marry the daughter of the Southern Chancellor. You must not miss such a good opportunity."
The second prince immediately frowned, a hint of disgust flashing in his eyes. "Elder sister, it's best not to bring up undecided matters any further."
How could he not understand his elder sister's thoughts? Any woman who dares to entangle with Prince Anzheng will not have a good ending.
The eldest princess smiled without saying a word, her eyes flashing with cold light. The Southern Chancellor was the head of all officials and had the authority to assist in government affairs. His status was no less than that of the Prince Anzheng, who held most of the military power.
Marrying him was a path to power for many who vied for it.
"If I'm not mistaken, your cousins are in the bronze-level private room," the princess said with a smile, changing the subject.
The second prince frowned and glanced to the left. "I know."
The viewing platform of the bronze-lettered private room was the same. A servant rushed into the room to report, "Young Master, Second Miss, it seems that the Prime Minister's daughter is downstairs."
It wasn't that they were overly curious; it was just that Nanqian Yue was already infamous in the capital, the kind of infamous that was notorious. Who told her to always follow men around? And since her father's status was too high, no one dared to gossip about her.
The woman, referred to as the Second Sister, immediately developed a very complex expression in her eyes.
She lowered her eyes slightly, wondering whether she should tell her brother that the woman in the portrait hanging in his room looked remarkably similar to the daughter that the Prime Minister had found.
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