The queen is crazy and spoiled, and the tyrant bows to her

Jiang Wantang's voice wasn't as cold as before, but it still contained no emotion: "I can give you two choices."

"First, you keep the child and raise him alone, keeping the identity of the child a secret. As for whether or not to marry in the future, that's up to you."

"Secondly, since the pregnancy is still young and the pregnancy is aborted, I will ask my brother to choose a husband for you who is honest, kind, and of good character. He may not be from a wealthy family, or even from an ordinary one, but he should accept you and treat you well. After you get married, you can live a peaceful and stable life with him.

"And with his brother's support, he may have great fortune in the future."

Jiang Wanhe's body trembled slightly, her hands clenched tightly into fists, her nails dug deep into her palms, but she didn't feel any pain.

Obviously, neither of these two paths is what she wants.

She wanted fame and status as well as wealth and glory, otherwise she wouldn't have fallen in love with Chiffon so quickly.

The eldest sister Jiang Wanfu at least married into the Pingyang Marquis's family, and the second sister Jiang Wantang, whom she looked down upon, is now a respected imperial concubine. Why can she only marry into an ordinary poor family?

Thinking of this, Jiang Wanhe's eyes burned with a burning resentment, and she trembled and said, "Not from a high family background? Not from a prominent family background?"

"That's not a poor family."

"Heh..." Jiang Wantang snorted disdainfully, "Sister, your words are quite pleasant to hear."

"What good husband can you choose for me, brother? They're nothing more than those poor scholars or children from poor aristocratic families, and then you trick me into thinking that these are men with potential and a bright future..."

Jiang Wanhe was filled with resentment and resentment: "Sister, you are now the Imperial Concubine, and you are letting your own sister marry a poor boy like this?"

"If you don't want to help, just say so. Why bother deliberately using such a lowly person to humiliate me?"

Jiang Wantang was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed softly, a genuine laugh out of anger.

"I used to think you were spoiled by Qin, a little dumb, and influenced by Jiang Wanfu, so your temper was a little bad."

"Only now do I realize that even your roots have grown crooked."

"What's wrong with being from a poor family?" Jiang Wantang scoffed bluntly, "If it weren't for my brother stepping in, which honest young man would be willing to marry you in a grand sedan chair?"

"Do you know how much sincerity and dignity a man like my brother would have to show before someone would be willing to marry him?"

"Jiang Wanhe, who do you think you are? At this point, how dare you look down on this and that?"

Jiang Wanhe bit her lower lip tightly, her face filled with resentment as she said, "You and my brother are just afraid that I'll lose face, so you want to force me to marry off to some random man to keep things quiet."

"If being from a poor family is so good, why didn't my sister marry someone from a poor family?"

"Brother, since you favor me so much, why didn't you find a poor husband for me earlier?"

"You're just like your brother. You say one thing and mean another. You're both selfish and hypocritical."

Jiang Wantang's eyes instantly showed anger. If she hadn't been pregnant, he would have slapped her.

"Jiang Wanhe, do you really think I'm willing to take care of your shit?"

"You are the one who is disgraced. You are the one who committed adultery and brought disgrace upon our family. What has your brother got to do with it?"

"As for why you ended up like this, it's entirely your own fault. You can't blame anyone else."

Jiang Wanhe was extremely ashamed and angry after being scolded. She cried and said, "But after all, I was once the daughter of the prime minister's family. I have a good family background and I have talent..."

"Talent?" Jiang Wantang couldn't help but sneer, "Those talents of yours are just flattery from the servants."

"If you don't believe me, you can go to the brothels in the capital and see if you can compare with them in terms of talent and ability!"

Jiang Wanhe's face turned pale and she was speechless.

Jiang Wantang continued, "You were indeed the daughter of the Prime Minister's family in the past, but now, are you?"

"In the Great Sheng Dynasty, apart from a woman's family background, the most important thing a man would look for in a woman is her chastity. The more powerful a family is, the more they value a woman's chastity."

"Do you have these two?"

Jiang Wanhe broke down and burst into tears when she heard this.

Seeing this, Qin wanted to say something, but swallowed it back when she saw Jiang Wantang's cold expression. She could only hug Jiang Wanhe to comfort her.

After a long while, Jiang Wanhe stopped crying and looked at Jiang Wantang with eyes full of resentment and unwillingness: "No matter what you say, I will not marry those lowly children from poor families."

"Since you are unwilling to help me, why should I beg you so lowly?"

"Mother, let's go back."

As she said this, she got up from the ground.

Jiang Wantang looked at her, a cold smile curling his lips. "It seems like you are determined to enter the Qi family?"

"Yes." Jiang Wanhe simply stopped hiding it.

Jiang Wantang pressed on, "Even as a concubine?"

"Yes."

Jiang Wanhe answered without hesitation.

Jiang Wantang's eyes were filled with indifference and disappointment, but he still spoke, "Jiang Wanhe, let me ask you one last time, would you really rather be a concubine in the Qi family than be carried in a sedan chair and be someone else's wife?"

"Even if it means humiliation?"

Jiang Wanhe sneered and said, "Marrying those lowly and poor people is a humiliation."

The wife of a poor family and the concubine of a wealthy family have huge differences in status and position, how can they be compared?

Jiang Wantang took a deep breath and almost laughed out of anger: "Okay, from now on, no matter what kind of injustice and humiliation you suffer, no matter how much you regret it, I will no longer care."

Jiang Wanhe's eyes were firm as she spoke each word with emphasis: "I will never regret it even if I die."

Jiang Wantang was speechless.

Having said that, what else is there to say?

Those who seek their own death will not turn back until they hit the wall. Once they hit the wall, they cannot turn back...

Jiang Wantang was silent for a moment, then waved his hand and asked Yun Shang to escort the two out of the palace.

When the two of them walked into the yard, they met Ji Wuyuan who was rushing over.

The two were about to bow, but Ji Wuyuan didn't even look at them. He strode directly towards Jiang Wantang who was standing at the door of the hall.

Then, Jiang Wanhe saw a scene that he would never forget.

The emperor, who had always been aloof, cold and ruthless, yet extremely noble and god-like, held her sister Jiang Wantang's hand with a worried look on his face, and his gentle eyes seemed to be able to drown people.

He said anxiously: "What's wrong with Tang'er?"

Such gentle eyes, such anxious tone, and such unparalleled appearance and status.

These are things Jiang Wanhe would never dare to imagine in her dreams.

That man is an emperor who is revered and worshipped by thousands of people!

How could he love a woman so much?

But why?

They have the same background. Is it because Jiang Wantang was lucky that she entered the palace?

Jiang Wanhe's hands were tightly clenched, her palms a bloody mess...