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

Concubine Sheng was immersed in her sorrow and had not yet noticed the eunuch's abnormality. She asked in confusion, "What do you mean by that?"

The eunuch smiled meaningfully and said, "What this servant means is that your Majesty's wish will be fulfilled soon."

Although his expression was humble, there was an elusive light in his eyes.

Concubine Sheng noticed that the eunuch's behavior today was different, but considering his years of loyalty, she did not doubt him for a moment. She just waved her hand and impatiently asked him to leave.

The moment the eunuch turned around, the humility on his face instantly faded away, replaced by a deep and gloomy cruelty.

He gritted his teeth secretly and squeezed out two words from between his teeth: "Ignorance."

Then, he opened his mouth with a twisted and ferocious smile: "Let me show you what it looks like when the Immortal is furious."

Concubine Sheng suddenly felt a chill penetrate her clothes and reach her bones. However, the warm floor heating in the palace had been lit early, and the room was filled with the warmth of spring.

In the following days, Concubine Sheng suffered from unexplained abdominal pain day and night. The imperial doctors took turns to treat her but could not find any cause.

Pain and confusion followed her like a shadow, shrouding this once glorious woman.

Until one late night, Sheng Junwei suddenly opened her eyes, her gaze as sharp as an eagle, locking onto a secret place: "Finally I found your trace."

The evil cultivator hiding in the darkness had eyes as cold as ice, fixed on the direction of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

He had quietly carried out his revenge on Concubine Sheng.

Although he did not dare to challenge the imperial power head-on and could only resort to insignificant means, this was enough to make Concubine Sheng suffer.

Didn't she dream of giving birth to a prince, using this as a springboard to fight for imperial power and help the Sheng family reach the top? He sneered, vowing in his heart that he would personally shatter her beautiful dream.

Ironically, she was indeed pregnant with a future prince, but all of this had become a thing of the past, never to be touched again...

As he whispered, the curse was like the mist in a dark forest, silently entangling the innocent soul.

This is not just a curse in words, but a shackle woven from the magic power of hatred and despair deep in his heart.

The baby boy was as pure as the first snow, and had no idea that he was about to face a huge change in fate. In the short passage of time, he would lose his innate masculinity and slowly transform into a girl, just like an orchid quietly blooming under the night sky.

This change is not only a transformation of appearance, but also a profound imprint on the soul.

Her mind will wander in contradiction and confusion like a lost lamb. Even if her body gradually reveals the soft lines of a woman, deep in her soul she stubbornly believes that she should belong to another sky, harboring ambitions and desires that do not belong to this body.

In those areas where feminine charm should be displayed, masculine characteristics are unexpectedly revealed. She is like a rare twin flower in nature, neither purely yin nor purely yang, and has become a unique existence in the world.

Such a life is more heartbreaking than any direct injury. It is a torture of the soul and an endless punishment for the mother.

The sins committed by Concubine Sheng will be passed on through her future generations. Every pregnancy is a painful cycle, and every new life born becomes a controversial existence with blurred gender boundaries. This is a cycle of cause and effect that she cannot escape.

After completing his revenge, his heart was not filled with the joy of victory, but instead was occupied by a deeper desire.

His gaze pierced through the thick fog and fell on another old enemy - Sheng Junwei.

Sheng Junwei's powerful and unshakable existence was like a huge rock on his way forward.

Although he was powerless to shake it at the moment, he firmly believed that everything was possible in the long river of time.

As a cultivator walking on the edge of good and evil, he is well aware of the extraordinary ways to enhance his own strength.

Different from those traditional monks who followed ancient teachings, practiced hard and absorbed the essence of heaven and earth, he chose a shorter but more dangerous path.

That is to absorb the blood of life and the resentment buried deep in the heart, and use it as nourishment for cultivation.

The blood of the world, especially the blood and strong resentment of cultivators, is like natural treasures that can greatly promote the leap in his cultivation.

It’s a pity that true immortal cultivators are as rare as phoenix feathers and horns. Most of them hide in Pinglong Mountain or major sects. The protection there is strict and his current level of cultivation is simply beyond their reach.

Just when he was feeling depressed about his powerlessness in the past, an unexpected opportunity presented itself to him, although this opportunity did not seem so friendly.

Sheng Junwei, the enemy who was supposed to be out of reach, unexpectedly appeared in his sight at this moment.

But reason told him that taking action at this moment would undoubtedly be courting death. He had no choice but to endure and wait until his strength was strong enough. That was the moment to deal a fatal blow to the enemy.

He will make the other party taste the taste of despair one day in the future. That will be his feast, a carnival of revenge.

Just as he secretly vowed to himself and decided to leave for the time being to gather strength, a soft but heart-pounding breath brushed across his senses.

Under the moonlight, Sheng Junwei's appearance was like a quiet painting. Her beauty carried a sense of distance that could not be ignored. Her eyes seemed to be able to see through everything, yet were as indifferent as water, treating him as an insignificant part of the night.

What shocked him the most was that there was no trace of her cultivation level at all, as if she was just an ordinary woman who had inadvertently stepped into his world.

But hidden beneath this calm appearance is a depth and power that he cannot understand.

The evil cultivator was horrified, and the hairs on his body stood up. He asked in disbelief, "How...how did you find me?"

Realizing his own gaffe, he quickly tried to cover it up, trying to calm his uneasiness with a common excuse: "Please don't get me wrong, I just didn't expect someone to show up so suddenly."

However, Sheng Junwei's gentle smile was like a sharp blade that cut through the hypocritical disguise: "When you were carefully planning to take my life, did you ever worry about your courage?"

The evil cultivator's heart suddenly shrank: "You, you know who I am?"

Sheng Junwei raised her lips slightly, with a hint of joking: "Do you think that simply abolishing your cultivation is the final judgment on you?"

The evil cultivator was stunned, and he was even more confused and puzzled by her next words.

"I have carved a mark on your body that only I and those stronger than me can detect. This method should be familiar to you, right?"

There was a knowing light in her eyes, as if she was mocking his self-righteousness.

In fact, it's more than just familiarity.

The evil cultivator himself is also an expert at using this type of marking technique, and is accustomed to locking onto his target in secret and waiting for the best opportunity to launch an attack.