"Come on, Mrs. Qian Zhang, at least you can afford to buy the medicinal mud. Didn't Li Cai just say it? He wants a wife who is at least ten times better-looking than Su Qingyue. Are you ten times prettier?" Wang Qigu teased, "I think you're... at best, just about the same as Su Qingyue."
"Hmph." Qian Zhang let out a cold snort and looked at Su Qingyue. Although her face was covered with sores, she still appeared clean and tidy, much better looking than her previous slovenly appearance.
She used to be the second ugliest new wife in the village, with Su Qingyue ranked as the first ugliest. Now they are evenly matched.
