Marrying a concubine and swallowing her dowry? The mistress turns around and marries a high-ranking

Chapter 424

The back door of a restaurant owned by the Yin family.

Shen Lingxia quietly slipped out through the small door.

Since she suggested that Yin Bohong take a concubine and have children, her relationship with the Yin family has changed.

The elderly couple could no longer suppress her, and she no longer felt so guilty and remorseful. She became humble and no longer cared about being watched by Granny Hui.

She received a message from Shen Lingjun today saying that she had discovered Yin Bohong's secret, so she immediately ditched Granny Hui and slipped away.

Shen Lingjun and Hong Qing were waiting for her in the alley outside.

Shen Lingxia asked anxiously, "What exactly happened to Bo Hong?"

Shen Lingjun and Hong Qing exchanged a glance.

Shen Lingjun sighed: "Let's go see for ourselves, and you'll understand."

Hong Qing led the two to a very secluded courtyard near the Yin residence.

This small courtyard is hidden at the end of a street. Although it is remote, the environment is very quiet and secluded. With black tiles, white walls, apricot blossoms, and willows, the scenery is quite charming.

Hong Qing led Shen Lingjun and climbed over the wall of the small courtyard.

Shen Lingxia went up by herself.

Ironically, because she came from a military family and had practiced martial arts since childhood, her skills were actually quite good, much better than Shen Lingjun, who had no talent for martial arts at all.

Her ambition was to become a great general, just like her father and brothers. The Northern Yi state has never had a true female general, and she had always aspired to be the first.

However, ever since she fell in love with Yin Bohong and married into the Yin family, because the entire Yin family were scholars, and Yin Bohong was a poet and a talented man, they looked down on her as a daughter of a military family who was skilled in martial arts, and considered her crude, barbaric, and uncultured. So she never practiced martial arts again.

Instead, she spent her days studying poetry, songs, music, calligraphy, painting, and chess, hoping to have more in common with Yin Bohong, to get closer to him, and to one day gain his appreciation.

Her martial arts skills had deteriorated, and she wasn't cut out for literature either. In the end, she realized that this man might not have been worth all this...

Shen Lingxia shook her head, no longer wanting to think about those unbearable memories, and together with Shen Lingjun, looked into the small courtyard.

The lush vines climbing the wall provided perfect cover for the three of them.

By this time, it was already dark, and the lights in the courtyard were on.

Two maids came out and hung lanterns on the veranda under the eaves, set out a small table and three chairs, and served wine and dishes. It seemed that the master of the house was going to have dinner here.

Shen Lingxia was completely baffled and hadn't yet realized what this cozy little courtyard had to do with Yin Bohong.

But a moment later, she suddenly opened her eyes wide.

Because she saw Yin Bohong walking out of the house with a woman who was about her age in his arms!

The woman wore a flowing white dress, her long hair styled in a bun adorned with only a jade hairpin; she wore no other ornaments. With just a touch of makeup, she resembled a lotus emerging from clear water, naturally beautiful without artifice, pure and refined, elegant in her simplicity.

She wasn't actually particularly beautiful, but she exuded a scholarly air, with a hint of aloofness and pride, possessing a refined and otherworldly quality, as if she were unyielding to snow and frost.

There was a faint melancholy in his eyes, a sorrow that was not distressing, as if he had suffered all the oppression and injustice of the world and tasted all the bitterness of wandering, yet he remained untainted by the mud and stood stubbornly and tenaciously in the wind, frost, rain and snow.

With a poetic air just like Yin Bohong's, the two walked hand in hand, their posture intimate and inseparable, like a perfect couple, a very well-matched pair.

Yin Bohong sat down with her at the table, where there was an empty chair.

The woman called out towards the house.