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

Since she stepped into the threshold of the Heavenly Secret Gate at the age of seven, ten springs, autumns, winters and summers have passed in the blink of an eye.

Over the years, although she had traveled the mortal world under an alias and had not conducted in-depth research into the various mysterious sects in the martial arts world, Qinglong Mountain, as the orthodox Taoism, was very famous, and even in her ears, her ears would occasionally hear its legendary stories.

However, most people only know its name but not its true nature, and her understanding of it is only superficial.

What the master taught were all skills to save the world and people, not the gossips circulating among the people.

As for who Taoist Xuanhua was, she had no exact idea.

"Master Xuanhua's words are true. Your injury was indeed caused by an unintentional accident. It has nothing to do with the demons and monsters."

Her words were gentle yet firm, like a clear spring, slowly flowing into people's hearts.

Prince Jingxuan seemed to have caught an opportunity to counterattack. He turned his head suddenly and shot his gaze like a sharp arrow towards the Queen Mother and the Emperor on the throne. "Mother, Brother, did you hear that? She herself admitted that she had concealed something from us before!"

If the rest of his body had not been restrained by pain, he might have jumped up excitedly at this moment to celebrate his victory.

The Empress Dowager and the Emperor frowned at the same time. Although the Emperor did not speak, his eyes revealed a hint of inquiry.

The Queen Mother's gaze fell directly on Sheng Junwei, and her tone was full of authority that could not be disobeyed: "Doctor Sheng, what are the twists and turns in this? Please tell me in detail."

"Reporting to the Queen Mother..." Sheng Junwei seemed to be making a statement to the Queen Mother, but her eyes lightly glanced at Prince Jingxuan beside her, with a subtle teasing in her eyes.

"The practice of Taoist disciples is not limited to the 'mountain arts' of climbing mountains and crossing ridges, but also includes fortune-telling, face observation, hexagram divination, etc. These are all necessary studies for us."

The corners of her mouth curved into a gentle arc, and her tone revealed confidence: "Although I am not very talented and well-educated, I have dabbled in mountain arts, physiognomy, divination, and even medical skills. However, my path to medicine is different from others. I tend to use the mysterious methods of metaphysics to treat diseases and eliminate chronic illnesses."

King Jingxuan's brows were tightly locked together, and the struggle in his heart was like a raging undercurrent.

He was extremely reluctant to believe that this seemingly ordinary woman actually possessed such extraordinary talents, and even more reluctant to imagine that she would sincerely help him recover.

But, what if... what if she had to obey the emperor's orders because she was afraid of the majesty of the imperial power?

In this world, there are many strange people. Even the old Taoist priests with profound Taoism in Qinglong Mountain, who are all gifted, can only bow their proud heads in the face of the supreme imperial power.

As an emperor, he is not only the ruler of the world, but also the guardian of the rules of the world.

Those unwilling old Taoists, no matter how arrogant they were, had to submit to him.

Sheng Junwei may be such a person, who can predict?

Just ask yourself, who would be willing to waste their youth in bed, especially for King Jingxuan who had won the hearts of countless women. Living with illness and dirt every day was undoubtedly a blasphemy to his handsome appearance and elegant demeanor.

Looking at King Jingxuan's complex and changeable expression, Sheng Junwei's smile deepened, as if silently telling the other party that everything is possible.

For such an arrogant and noble person, seeking help from someone he deeply hates is undoubtedly an unspeakable torture and humiliation.

There was a hint of sympathy in her eyes, and she asked softly, as if a spring breeze was blowing over petals that were about to wither: "My Lord, are you willing to trust me and entrust yourself to me?"

King Jingxuan did not answer immediately, but closed his eyes silently, locking all his emotions deep in them.

At that moment, the air seemed to freeze and was so heavy that it was suffocating.

In this world, there are some injuries that cannot be inflicted by a sharp sword. Instead, the invisible yet sharp blade of words strikes directly at the most vulnerable part of the human heart.

He was waging a fierce struggle deep in his heart, and that voice was like waves in a storm, hitting the shore of reason again and again.

Finally, he slowly opened his eyes, with a look of determination and unwillingness that could not be ignored. Every subtle movement silently expressed his dissatisfaction with the current situation.

From his tightly pursed lips, he squeezed out a heavy and firm word: "Letter!"

This simple word carries so many complex emotions.

Facing his reaction, Sheng Junwei seemed unusually calm. She nodded gently, and said in a calm and decisive tone: "I always follow the rules when doing things. I collect rewards first and then lend a helping hand. Therefore, please prepare 11,500 taels of silver as treatment expenses."

Upon hearing this, King Jingxuan's face instantly turned pale, as if he had heard some ridiculous joke: "You are clearly taking advantage of someone's misfortune, aren't you?!"

Sheng Junwei raised her lips with a meaningful smile, "Treatment is different from divination. Although the latter also consumes mental energy and spiritual power, for me, the loss is really negligible. As for you, Your Highness, you are currently paralyzed all over. Even though the injury to your waist has been barely maintained under the best treatment of the imperial doctors, it has only delayed the deterioration of the disease. The imperial doctors should have also reminded you that if the condition continues to worsen, your life will be seriously threatened in three to five days at the shortest, and no more than half a month at the longest."

She paused, and her tone became more serious: "If the disease cannot be stopped from getting worse in time, I'm afraid that within a month, Your Majesty will be on the verge of life and death."

Prince Jingxuan was silent, and the imperial doctors' warnings echoed in his ears like a spell.

It was out of such desperation that he desperately looked for famous doctors and even began to consider those seemingly illusory metaphysical treatments.

At this moment, the Queen Mother was obviously also shocked by the sudden high cost, but she quickly adjusted her mood and resolutely announced: "As long as you can save Prince Jingxuan's life and give him a new lease of life, I am willing to pay double, 20,000 taels! The reward promised by the Emperor will also be yours."

Sheng Junwei's expression became serious and earnest. She explained to the Queen Mother sincerely: "Your Majesty, I am not a person who covets wealth and honor. Every penny I ask for is the reward I deserve. The ten thousand taels are compensation for my hard work and risks."

Then, she turned to King Jingxuan and said with unquestionable determination: "As for the remaining 1,500 taels, it is the mental compensation required during the treatment and the necessary expenses for using the teleportation talisman. I hope that Your Majesty can understand and bear it."

The past disputes between Prince Jingxuan and Han Yue'er made him immediately understand the profound meaning of the mental compensation. Although he was unfamiliar and confused about the concept of "teleportation talisman", he knew very well that this was undoubtedly a disguised revenge for the previous failed assassination attempt by him.