Zhang Mingshu had briefly pondered the Meng families in the Capital City; alas, Meng was a common surname and there were no less than ten Meng households in the city alone. She could not guess which family's young lady Gu Shengyin was.
When Gu Shengyin removed the veil from her head during the meal, Zhang Mingshu felt as if the room was suddenly filled with light.
She had always taken pride in her own appearance, yet unexpectedly, an encounter with someone reduced her to nothing.
Suppressing the jealousy burgeoning in her heart, she smiled and said, "Sister Meng, your beauty really puts us to shame."
Gu Shengyin smiled brightly, "In families like ours, we do not rely on beauty to serve others, so why bother making it a big deal?"
The remark hit Zhang Mingshu where it hurt most.