Xue Qingqing bit her lip, trembling all over in anger.
She saw it clearly—Shen Xinglei had kept a mistress here, and that mistress had even borne him a son!
But why, why was it that when she brought her father and mother here, this courtyard was suddenly occupied by new residents?!
Could it be that Shen Xinglei became aware of her little schemes and secretly relocated the mistress?
The more she thought about it, the more plausible it seemed.
With her eyes reddened, she looked up at Shen Xinglei.
When her mother began arranging the husband-to-be meetings, she had been quite pleased with this young duke's son from the Shen Guogong Mansion who had already earned numerous military merits—after all, he seemed so honest and straightforward!
During their strolls through the garden, he would thoughtfully lay a handkerchief on the stone seat before inviting her to sit, claiming it was clean and warm.
