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

"Junwei!" He shouted loudly, his body straight and seemingly determined, but his eyes were actually full of anxiety and a request for help, which was completely different from the firmness he showed.

Faced with this sudden obstruction, Sheng Junwei had to stop. Her words were cold and clear: "I have no connection with the Sheng family anymore, so there is no brother and sister relationship between you and me."

"No! You will always be my sister!" Sheng Mingtao almost blurted out.

At that moment, memories came flooding back like a tide. When Sheng Junwei cast magic to save the empress dowager, all the past events reappeared one by one as if a seal had been released.

During those years in the Sheng Mansion, no one believed that the seemingly weak Junwei possessed extraordinary abilities.

Even though she had secretly used this power several times to help her family out of trouble, it was regarded as a cleverly planned drama rather than real magic.

Instead of being grateful, her father accused her of having bad intentions and accused her of taking crooked approaches to gain attention.

From then on, Junwei no longer showed her special talents in front of the outside world.

To her, Sheng Mingtao was once an exception. He was the closest relative in her heart, not an outsider.

She had no reservations towards this brother of the same age and always revealed everything about herself to him without any defense, whether it was secrets or love.

Even though he grew up in a high-ranking official's family, had a complete family and many brothers and sisters, his blood relatives alienated him because he was not smart enough.

Only Junwei always gave him warmth and protection regardless of other people's opinions.

In that world, if it weren't for the protection of his parents, even maintaining a superficial smile would be unnecessary.

The only thing that remains unchanged is Sheng Junwei. As time goes by, her smile and warmth remain the same, becoming the only lighthouse on the lonely island of his soul.

His mind seemed to be covered with a thin layer of unmelted snow. It was simple and innocent, yet also extremely sharp, able to perceive the subtle indifference that even his loved ones occasionally showed.

Sheng Junwei was like a ray of gentle sunshine to him, giving him unprecedented comfort and strength.

That day, when he returned full of scars, Sheng Junwei's eyes revealed an unspeakable heaviness for the first time. Her pupils that used to sparkle with lively light were now covered with a layer of faint melancholy, like the mist gently rippling on the lake in the early morning, which made people feel pity.

"Brother, from now on, no one will ever hurt you in the slightest."

Her words were as firm as iron, her promises were as heavy as mountains, and she fulfilled this immortal oath with her actions.

Since then, his world has quietly changed. His parents' attitude has changed from indifference to care, his brothers and sisters have begun to try to understand and get close to him, and the ridicule from the outside world has also disappeared because of Junwei's protection.

However, fate seemed to play a cruel joke on him.

In the chaos and confusion, he actually forgot about her, as if the most precious memory in his life was ruthlessly wiped out by an irresistible force.

When he found himself again, the voices around him were accusing and pinning the blame on Junwei. Their words were so convincing that it was chilling.

"Junwei, I really don't know what happened..."

His pleading eyes locked onto Sheng Junwei, his voice filled with helplessness and regret, "When I woke up, everything in the past seemed to have been wiped clean, and the rumors from the outside world left me confused..."

"Junwei, I was wrong, please forgive me!" His voice trembled with unspeakable pain.

Sheng Junwei stared silently at the young man in front of her, her heart surging with emotions. The scene of them leaning on each other and going through the ups and downs together in the past came to her vivid mind.

The two little figures who once sought comfort have now grown up, and those days of supporting each other have become a thing of the past that can never be returned to.

"I can't forgive you." Her words were like ice in winter, chilling my heart.

Sheng Mingtao was shocked, tears welled up in his eyes: "Why? I admit that I was confused, but that was because of the loss of memory..."

"Sheng Mingtao." Sheng Junwei's voice was calm and firm, interrupting his defense, "Maybe the memory can be lost, but this is not an excuse for losing judgment."

"In the Sheng Mansion, the truth about everything that happened before you were eleven is not hard to find as long as you are willing to explore. Even if your parents and siblings have never paid enough attention, would the servants who have witnessed us relying on each other and even taking advantage of the situation to rob choose to remain silent collectively?"

"Even if they choose to remain silent because of the changing times, how do you explain the objects in your room that silently tell of our past closeness?"

"In the face of all this, have you ever thought for a moment about why those objects are placed so appropriately in your world?"

Sheng Mingtao stood there in a daze, feeling mixed emotions.

After regaining his senses, he did begin to notice something strange around him. Those seemingly ordinary yet abnormal objects were not just confined to the room.

The amulet around his neck was particularly eye-catching. The servants told him that it was a lucky bag drawn and carefully sewn by Junwei herself. It was once his most precious treasure and he was reluctant to take it off except for bathing.

However, when everyone accused Sheng Junwei of deceiving him, he rashly abandoned her.

Similar situations were common in various places in the room, such as the soul-protecting amulet outlined with cinnabar on the pillow. Junwei once said that it could nourish his soul and hopefully awaken his dormant consciousness.

After waking up, he found the talisman unsightly and ruthlessly asked for a new pillow.

All these things, in his lost memory, became the "evidence" of Junwei's deceiving him.

It was not until his memories came flooding back that he suddenly realized that everything was not what he had misunderstood...

During that time when he was misunderstood by everyone, the so-called "evidence" was actually Junwei's hidden warmth and cherishment for him.

When the light of hope for the entire family seemed to be extinguished in the abyss of disappointment in him, only Junwei, seeing him surrounded by the ridicule of the world, had unconcealable heartache and reluctance in her eyes.

That day, the sunlight filtered through the window, lengthening her figure. Her eyes flashed with unprecedented determination, as if at that moment, she had made a decision that was enough to change her fate.

Not long after, an exquisite yet powerful talisman quietly lay beside his pillow, like the brightest star in the night sky, giving him silent protection.

He clearly remembered how Junwei used her slender hands to outline the mysterious patterns stroke by stroke, and every stroke embodied her hard work and tenacity.

That year, she was only twelve years old, and her young face had an unusual blush due to overwork, and then the color quickly faded and turned pale.

For several days in a row, she looked extremely weak, but even in her sick state she still had that stubborn and unyielding smile on her face. He remembered it all clearly, but why did it seem as if it was gradually blown away by the wind and sand of time and completely forgotten?