Fu Rong pointed at Jiang Yue with trembling fingers. "Oh! Isn't this my wedding dress?"
Mother Su hurriedly stepped forward to support her, chiming in with an air of righteous indignation. "I have examined it, Your Ladyship. Although it looks identical to yours, the fabric is different. Yours is made with gold and silver thread, while this is just a common imitation. One has to wonder if she plotted so meticulously to make this dress because she intends to replace you."
Fu Rong wept uncontrollably. Overcome with disappointment, she rushed over and grabbed Jiang Yue, her voice heavy with grief, as if she were coughing up blood with every word. "Jiang Yue, have I not treated you well? How could you want to replace me? And to cast such filth upon me! You even burned the mountain and caused the deaths of so many people!"
Chapter 70