The mistress just wanted to be bad, but she took off after being replaced

Sheng Junwei used an ancient and mysterious secret technique, which originated from the ancient Taoist canon. Few people knew about it, let alone mastered it.

She closed her eyes and concentrated, her fingertips dancing lightly, muttering ancient spells, and a lavender light surrounded her body.

The light gradually gathered into a gentle force, penetrating the void and touching the lost soul, bit by bit, forcibly pulling it back to its place and reuniting in Sheng Mingtao's body.

This process is like rowing against the current. For the caster Sheng Junwei, it is an extreme challenge to her spiritual power and will.

For the recipient, Sheng Mingtao, it was like hovering on the brink of life and death. Although he finally regained his complete self, he was also seriously injured and fell into a deep sleep that lasted seven days.

Before deciding to perform this technique, Sheng Junwei specifically sought the opinions of the elders of the Sheng family, hoping to gain their understanding and support.

But faced with her request, everyone in the Sheng family showed doubts. Their eyes were full of fear of the unknown power and doubt about the ability of this young woman.

What's worse, some people even warned her directly not to do anything wrong, so as to avoid doing bad things with good intentions.

Sheng Junwei felt mixed emotions, but she also understood their concerns. After all, what she was about to do was indeed beyond common sense.

Just as she was struggling and hesitating whether to take the risk, there was a noise outside the house. Sheng Mingtao was once again carried back covered in injuries because of the bullying outside.

At that moment, determination flashed in Sheng Junwei's eyes. She no longer hesitated and decided to give it a try.

Her actions caused an uproar in the Sheng family. The news that Sheng Mingtao was unconscious was like a thunderclap, causing the entire family to fall into panic.

They all pointed the finger at Sheng Junwei. No matter how earnestly she explained, she could not calm her family's anger and misunderstanding.

At that tense moment, it was the third brother who stepped in to mediate and used his reputation as a guarantee, which saved Sheng Junwei from being kicked out.

Not long after, the Sheng family conducted multiple investigations and confirmed that the scars were indeed caused by outsiders and had nothing to do with Sheng Junwei. However, no one apologized to her for this groundless accusation.

In such an awkward and cold atmosphere, Sheng Ruijiao invited a well-known doctor named Shan Fang. The doctor scoffed at metaphysics and vowed that he could wake up Sheng Mingtao and restore his mind with his medical skills.

Within a few days, Sheng Mingtao miraculously woke up and seemed to have fully recovered, with his intelligence back to normal.

But what is regrettable is that in his memory, Sheng Junwei, who once did everything for him, seems to have been washed away by the tide of time, and replaced by a deep attachment to Sheng Ruijiao.

Witnessing this scene, Sheng Junwei's eyes flashed with a piercing cold light.

Zhang was frightened by this sudden change. She called out cautiously, her voice full of concern and anxiety.

Sheng Junwei quickly pulled herself out of her thoughts and looked at her mother. Seeing the deep worry in her mother's eyes, she couldn't help feeling a little guilty. So she rubbed her forehead gently and expressed her apologies softly.

She originally thought that after two reincarnations, the pain of the past should have been blown away by the wind, but reality told her that some scars, even if the surface has healed, the inner pain and scars are always difficult to erase, constantly reminding her of the malice and suffering she had experienced.

She realized that her mental cultivation was far from enough, and this fragility was exactly what her master was worried about when he taught her personally.

She smiled bitterly. It made sense. If one could not completely get rid of the obsession and haze in one's heart, no matter how high one's cultivation level was, when faced with the heavenly tribulation, one would only be devoured by the inner demons and turned into ashes.

"Forget it, let's not talk about those things." Although Zhang didn't understand the situation, she vaguely caught the influence of the genius doctor Shanfang on her from the changes in Sheng Junwei's expression.

She felt sorry for Sheng Junwei and didn't want to reopen the scar that had not yet healed.

Sheng Junwei silently recited the Heart Purification Mantra twice, trying to calm her inner turmoil with the help of the mantra. When her mood gradually calmed down, she said to her mother calmly, "Mom, please tell me if you have anything to say. I'm fine."

Zhang knew her character very well and could not persuade her, so she had to bite the bullet and continue: "I am considering whether to inform the emperor and the Sheng family of the news of the death of the genius doctor Shan Fang. If the Sheng family were just outsiders, it would be fine, but they are your relatives. If they are not handled properly, I am afraid it will affect you."

She was also secretly wondering in her heart, what if... what if the Sheng family really trusted that miracle doctor, and the one she met was a fake, wouldn't this be a misunderstanding?

But before she could discuss these ideas with Sheng Junwei, Zhang put down her chopsticks and made a decision: "Let's wait for your father to come back and discuss it together."

However, fate always seems to like playing tricks on people. Before Prime Minister Pei returned home, Sheng Junwei received an urgent summons to enter the palace.

The envoy's attitude in this so-called summons was not friendly, and revealed an unusual sense of urgency.

Zhang was extremely anxious. On the one hand, she sent people to look for Prime Minister Pei everywhere. On the other hand, she tried to negotiate with the envoy to buy time: "Excuse me, sir, the emperor urgently summoned Wei'er, but what is the matter?"

As she spoke, she gave Aunt Li a look, and Aunt Li understood what she meant and tried to smooth things over with money, hoping that the guards would show leniency.

Unexpectedly, the guard politely but firmly rejected the request: "The emperor is waiting, Doctor Sheng, please don't keep the emperor waiting for too long."

Zhang looked worried, her brows furrowed as she tried to stop her daughter, her eyes full of reluctance and anxiety.

Sheng Junwei shook her head gently, her long black hair brushing against her shoulders: "Mom, don't worry, I may not be able to come back tonight, you don't have to wait for me for dinner."

"Wei'er!" Zhang held Sheng Junwei's hands tightly with both hands, as if she wanted to convey all her uneasiness and worries through them.

Everyone in the Sheng family was planning how to use the Empress Dowager Cixi's illness as a political bargaining chip, but they suddenly heard the news that the Emperor urgently summoned Sheng Junwei into the palace. How could they not be worried?

But Zhang knew very well that as the wife of a court official, she was powerless to resist the emperor's order. After Sheng Junwei turned and left, she could only silently walk into the small Buddhist temple in her home, clasp her hands together, and pray devoutly to the Buddha.

Although Sheng Junwei could not predict her own future, she already knew the reason behind this summons.

Obviously, the legendary miracle doctor failed to cure the Empress Dowager Cixi, so the people of the Sheng family brought up the old matter again, intending to drag her into the vortex of power.

She took a deep breath, and the moment she stepped into the palace, everything before her seemed to confirm her guess; the shadow of the Sheng family was everywhere.

On the other hand, Sheng Ruijiao took the opportunity to escape the surveillance of his family and led two experienced doctors on a journey to find the legendary miracle doctor.

Recalling the encounter in northern Shaanxi many years ago, she decisively asked the emperor for a month.