"Everyone, look at this! This shameless woman has become a mistress herself, yet she still has the nerve to come and cause trouble for me. Even if I were the worst, I would never become a mistress!"

"You slut, once you take your clothes off, you can sleep with anyone, and you're not afraid of your tits being squeezed to pieces!"

"Why not be a decent person instead of choosing to be a lowly, despicable person!"

Many women scoffed at the idea of ​​a mistress.

One by one, people reached out and pointed at her.

“I remember now, her daughter is a witch, a witch! Do you remember the time we set off the lanterns and got burned? Many of us were burned because of her daughter.”

"I remember now, I remember now, it's her!"

"Well, so you lost a bet with someone last time and even boasted that your husband was a high-ranking official. Turns out you were spending your first wife's money!"

"You filthy bitch..."

...

Lin Shiming shrank back when he saw Zou Shuang'er's vicious gaze, and stood helplessly in place.

Lin Rui'an walked over at this moment.

The boy took his hand. "Shiming, let's go home."

Then, he glanced at Zou Shuang'er.

"If Madam Zou likes my father, she can go and ask my mother. Why should she become my father's mistress? Such a shameful and lowly status will probably make my grandmother sick with anger, won't it?"

After saying that.

He curled his lips into a smile, then, carrying Lin Wanwan, led Lin Chang'an away from everyone's sight.

Yao Qianshu was a big mouth; he would tell everyone he met about the concubine of the Marquis of Zhenbei.

Before long, the news had spread throughout Bianjing.

[Oh dear, the mistress has been haunted by the ghost bride!]

[Hehe, the whole family is connected by mistresses, only the Marquis of Zhenbei is missing...]

Lin Rui'an touched her little face.

My younger sister is quite capable.