In Changle Palace， sandalwood scent lingered， but it could not suppress the suffocating sense of game in the air.

Emperor Liu Po of the Eastern Han Dynasty was sitting on the dragon throne， looking at the chaos at the bottom of the steps. The eldest son Liu Xuan is like a sheathed sword， while the second son Liu Wei is like a puddle of scattered water. Liu Po rubbed his temples and glanced at the four portraits of women prepared by the eunuchs.

＂Your Majesty，＂ eunuch Cao Kun reminded in a low voice， ＂the portraits of the four girls are here.＂

This marriage is not only the choice of a wife， but also the last bargaining chip Liu Po throws between the country's stability and danger.

Then Liu Po waved his hand and motioned for the portraits of the four girls to enter the hall.

Liu Xuan stood up gracefully and his eyes stayed on Zhu Yingnan's portrait for a moment. He knew that in this turbulent era， only a woman like her could be worthy of his future beloved wife.

＂Father，＂ Liu Xuan said with a steady voice， ＂I think Miss Yingnan's beauty is in line with my current thoughts on girls.' Father also spoke. ＂Xuan'er！ That's what I think！ Your cousin is more beautiful and more in line with the current court's requirements！ What do you think?＂