The servants carrying the dowry hurriedly put the scattered stones back into the boxes, secretly lamenting that they had never carried stones before, even though they had carried countless dowries in their lives.

Hearing the commotion outside, Yao Shiyu, who was in the carriage, finally couldn't resist pulling off her red veil and lifting the curtain to look out.

Seeing the chaotic scene before her, she was both angry and annoyed, cursing inwardly, "These useless people can't even handle a small favor. It's a waste of their money."

Just then, a finely decorated carriage slowly approached from not far away.

Inside the car, Jiang Luoluo was watching this scene casually, a slight smile playing on her lips, as if she were mocking someone.

Jiang Luoluo's voice was clear and melodious, with a hint of a smile: "Cousin Yao, you and General Gu are a perfect match, a match made in heaven!"

As for a small dowry, that's nothing to be ashamed of. Why try to put on a show of wealth when you can't afford it?

Her tone was light and airy, but to Yao Shiyu it felt like a sharp needle piercing her heart.

Yao Shiyu could no longer contain her anger. She flung open the curtain and glared fiercely at Jiang Luoluo through the crowd: "Cousin, did you come here specifically to make a fool of myself?"

Jiang Luoluo remained unmoved, still smiling broadly: "How could that be? Today is your big day, I came here specifically to share in the joy."

Her words were like a soft feather, seemingly harmless, yet they precisely grazed the most sensitive spot in Yao Shiyu's heart.

At this moment, Gu Boyuan, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but look up. He saw that the woman sitting in the carriage had a languid posture and a bright and radiant face. She was like a dazzling light, making it impossible for people to look away.

His gaze fell on Jiang Luoluo's smile, and a dull pain suddenly shot through his heart—a familiar emotion that had not surfaced for a long time.