The young girl looked very casual, quite different from the dignified and noble air of the beauty in the painting.
However, their facial features were indeed about eighty or ninety percent similar.
The man in the brocade robe threw the small portrait back to his subordinate and said indifferently: "Burn the painting."
The subordinate responded, stuffed the portrait into his chest, hesitated for a while, and whispered: "Master, although Miss Jiang Seventh resembles the second wife of the Jiang Family, she is, after all, disabled... Do you really want to choose her as the Main Consort? It seems too unfair for you."
The man said coldly: "What do you think is more important, the imperial throne or a woman?"
"Of course, the imperial throne is more important."
"As long as this woman can bring me a slight chance of inheriting the imperial throne, I don't care if she is just a cripple; even if she is bedridden and unable to move, I can carry her in the sedan chair."
