"Mother, Jing Wenyan is fine, actually." The curtain in the main hall was lifted up. A handsome young man in a long robe walked out. It was the Fourth Prince.

He sat back down on a chair on the side.

"No, she can't. She is too ambitious!" Zhaoyi Tu shook her head and refused directly. "Even though your younger sister is a little scheming, she may not have a chance of winning against Jing Wenyan."

"The mansion of Duke of Jing is here. Does she ...