Ji Shuran, who had heard the news and rushed over, quickly pulled her up. Madam Jiang the Elder frowned and said, "Lady Ji, how did you take care of Youyao? How could you let her come in?"
Ji Shuran, completely at a loss, only said, "Mother, Father, Youyao is excessively grief-stricken; she nearly fainted several times before... Youyao is truly pitiable. With Prince Zhou behaving like this, isn't he just driving needles into our Youyao's heart?"
Jiang Yuanbai lowered his head to look at his younger daughter, Jiang Youyao, who was clearly truly heartbroken. With her normally delicate demeanor, she now couldn't care less that her tears had ruined her makeup, and her lips were as pale as paper. Jiang Yuanbai, too, couldn't help but feel heartache. In his view, Jiang Youyao was the one who was most harmed in this matter. After all, she had done nothing wrong, yet had suffered betrayal by the man she loved.