A person’s sanity doesn’t collapse overnight.
Honestly speaking, Gu Jinyu’s actions today were not wise. Even if she embarrassed Gu Jiao in public, it wouldn’t bring any substantial benefits to her.
It’s an act that harms others without benefiting oneself.
But ever since Gu Jiao returned, Gu Jinyu has suffered too many blows from her; her sanity has been eroded to almost nothing.
She didn’t care what she could gain. As long as Gu Jiao became the laughing stock of the Capital City, even if it meant inflicting a thousand wounds while only suffering eight hundred herself, she would accept it.
Gu Jiao’s looks didn’t just become this ugly overnight.
In the past, she was just an insignificant little medical girl, and people had no expectations of her appearance.
Now that she’s climbed the social ladder by marrying the most prestigious young marquis in Zhaodu, naturally there are those who feel her looks don’t measure up.
This marriage is like a beautiful flower planted in cow dung!
And men care about their face.
For his wife to cause him such a big embarrassment in public, surely the young marquis would harbor a resentment in his heart, and would no longer dare to go out with her in the future?
Gu Jinyu thought gleefully, her gaze toward Gu Jiao and the others unconsciously carrying a hint of mockery.
She thought Gu Jiao must be infuriated, but the fact was quite the contrary. Gu Jiao’s expression was very calm.
"Sister, aren’t you angry?" she asked.
Gu Jiao glanced at her and said, "I’m not angry, I just feel sad for you. There is so much light in this world, yet you only see darkness."
Gu Jinyu’s pupils shrank.
"Let’s go," Gu Jiao said to Xiao Hen.
Gu Jiao was actually a young girl who loved beauty, but she wouldn’t entertain strange thoughts just because of that.
She didn’t feel inferior about being ugly, nor arrogant about being beautiful. She didn’t care how others viewed her, nor did she bother to provoke by tearing off her veil for a few taunts.
Xiao Hen also didn’t care how others viewed him, making jokes about him marrying an ugly wife and so on, but he was unwilling for Gu Jiao to ever feel wronged, even in the slightest.
"Wait a moment," he said to Gu Jiao.
Why did Gu Jiao meet such a good man?
Xiao Hen sighed, "Dear, anyway, looks don’t matter. If they want to see, let them see."
The crowd: But didn’t you say there’s no need to prove it?
 Gu Jiao wasn’t someone who liked to wear a veil. The last time she wore it was at the request of the Yao Family, and this time it was to surprise the Duke of Anguo. 
Yu Yaya came down from the carriage, gave Gu Jinyu a cold look, came to Gu Jiao’s side, and snorted, "Some people insist on disgracing themselves. Miss, you should just oblige them!"
Chun Liu rolled her eyes, "Hmph, who knows who’s really disgracing themselves! No matter how much you brag, she’s still just an ugly—"
Gu Jiao’s veil was blown away by the wind.
Chun Liu, looking at that indescribably stunning face, couldn’t utter a single word from her throat.
How could this be?
The last time at the Jewelry Shop, she had seen the eldest lady’s face with her own eyes, it didn’t look like this.

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