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

As the sedan slowly approached the edge of the noble imperial city, he finally found the best time.

There was a huge flow of people here, but a passage was automatically created because of the guards and eunuchs clearing the way. Passersby whispered to each other, wondering who the person in the sedan chair was.

Yu Kaiming just raised his arm, the bowstring was instantly tightened, and the sharp tip of the arrow pointed directly at the slowly moving sedan chair. Without any hesitation, the arrow shot out like a meteor across the sky.

However, the sedan continued to move forward steadily, but in the eyes of a master like Yu Kaiming, hitting the target should have been a piece of cake.

The pedestrians on the street were unaware that the arrow was like a fleeting meteor in the night sky, flying straight towards the tightly closed window of the sedan chair. But when it was about to touch the window, it mysteriously disappeared without a trace in the shadow of the alley.

Yu Kaiming witnessed the strange sight of the arrows disappearing in front of him. His expression changed slightly and he muttered to himself, "What on earth is going on?"

There was dead silence all around, and no one could give him an answer.

His expression changed several times, and a thought flashed through his mind: Could it be that the woman was really proficient in the legendary art of Qimen Dunjia?

After a brief contemplation, he drew his bow again and shot three arrows in one breath. He was confident that even if the woman had the ability to see through the sky and the earth, she would not be able to escape unscathed from three consecutive arrows.

But the reality shocked him again. The three arrows disappeared silently in the air just like before.

Yu Kaiming began to feel panic in his heart. He stood up suddenly, ready to tear off his scarf, draw his sword and rush into the unknown vortex.

He absolutely did not believe that a mere witch could make an arrow disappear, let alone make herself disappear out of thin air!

However, it turns out that everything is possible, except that this "disappearance" was not what he expected, but a more thrilling...

Just as he was about to take action, four sharp gusts of wind suddenly blew from behind. Yu Kaiming turned around instinctively, his eyes wide open, looking at the sudden change in disbelief.

On the other side, Sheng Junwei seemed to be completely oblivious to what was happening in the outside world. She just wiped the dust off her hands with a silk handkerchief and whispered to herself, "A transfer talisman is worth at least five hundred taels of silver. I have to settle this account with Prince Jingxuan later."

Her tone was relaxed, as if she had everything under control.

The Queen Mother specifically ordered the summoning of Sheng Junwei, the renowned mysterious scholar, into the palace. Her purpose was clear and urgent, all to solve the mystery of Prince Jingxuan's sudden and strange illness.

Since that unfortunate incident, King Jingxuan has been bedridden all day long. He has completely lost sensation and control of his lower limbs. Even the simplest action of getting up by his own strength has become a luxury, not to mention standing up or walking again.

After repeated investigations and discussions, the officials and doctors of the Imperial Hospital all believed that this was caused by human violence. However, the Empress Dowager held a completely different view in her heart. She firmly believed that there was an evil force behind this.

It was this persistence that led to Sheng Junwei being invited into the Forbidden Palace today.

Prince Jingxuan felt indescribable helplessness and bitter smile at the Queen Mother's decision, and thought his mother's idea was too absurd.

First of all, he doubted whether the woman who was said to have such miraculous healing skills really had such abilities. Even if she did have such abilities, why would she help him?

All the doubts and dissatisfaction eventually turned into silence and were not expressed out loud.

After all, a master of mysticism who was praised for being able to predict the future blessings and disasters of others could not foresee his own disasters. This irony was probably enough to become a topic of conversation among the nobles in the capital for many years.

Just as these thoughts were flying, the announcement sounded like thunder in my ears.

"The Queen Mother has arrived, His Majesty has arrived, Doctor Sheng has arrived!"

Hearing this voice, King Jingxuan's heart was filled with waves of disbelief.

However, when Sheng Junwei really appeared in front of him, not only was she unharmed, but even her clothes were not the slightest bit disheveled, the astonishment in King Jingxuan's heart instantly solidified into cold fact.

His carefully laid plan of obstruction had apparently failed miserably.

Sheng Junwei was not hurt at all, and even had a gentle smile on her face. She greeted him softly, "Hello, Your Majesty."

Almost no one missed this scene except the emperor and the empress dowager who were deliberately arranged to walk in front of her, and the attendants saw it clearly.

Although King Jingxuan felt mixed emotions, he could only swallow his anger for the sake of his face. He knew that Sheng Junwei's behavior was a mockery of him, and complaining directly would only make him look petty.

The Queen Mother then got straight to the point: "Doctor Sheng, I asked you to come here because I want you to carefully examine my son, Prince Jingxuan, to see if there are any traces of evil spirits left in his body."

Facing the Queen Mother's request, although Prince Jingxuan was full of contempt in his heart, he still maintained his usual gentleness and elegance on the outside, without showing the slightest displeasure, but his eyes did not linger on Sheng Junwei for a moment.

Under his drooping eyelids, there are a pair of eyes full of melancholy, which comes from his deep worry about the restrictions on his future movements.

The Queen Mother could not hide her eagerness in her tone: "Doctor Sheng, if you can restore my son's health, I will reward you handsomely."

The emperor also took the opportunity to make a promise: "Last time you helped the Queen Mother exorcise the evil spirit, and my reward has not yet been sent. If you can really cure King Jingxuan this time, I will double your reward."

These words made King Jingxuan frown. He realized that both his mother and his brother seemed to be influenced by this woman unconsciously.

Sheng Junwei seemed to ignore the sarcasm and rejection in King Jingxuan's eyes, and said calmly and indifferently: "Reporting to the Queen Mother and Your Majesty, I can give it a try. But I must remind you that the prince's injuries are quite serious, and the healing process will greatly consume my energy and resources..."

She knew in her heart that although she could help him recover today, if there were any "accidents" in the future, it would be beyond her control.

Since breaking with the Sheng family, her mentality has become more open-minded, and she has more closely followed the Tianji Sect's philosophy of life - go with the flow and follow her heart.

After hearing this, the Queen Mother and the Emperor both smiled with satisfaction. The Emperor generously promised, "Don't worry, I will never let your efforts go unrewarded."

King Jingxuan's patience seemed to have reached its limit, and his voice was mixed with a barely perceptible urgency. "Doctor Sheng, I heard that you are proficient in the unpredictable art of numerology, not the art of saving lives and healing the wounded, right? Moreover, this king has already invited Taoist Xuanhua, a master from Qinglong Mountain, to examine me with his discerning eyes. He clearly told me that my current physical difficulties and difficulty in walking are purely due to a waist injury caused by an unintentional fall, and there is no sign of any evil spirit."

"Are you trying to hint to me that Taoist Xuanhua also failed this time and failed to see through the secrets of heaven?"

Sheng Junwei's mind is as delicate as a hair, and there is a cunning light in her eyes.