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

What's even more tragic is that Sheng Junwei took advantage of his ignorance and bullied him in private. She even beat him so hard that he was unconscious for seven days and seven nights, and his life was in danger.

Those dark days finally came to an end thanks to Ruijiao's unremitting efforts.

She worked tirelessly to visit famous doctors everywhere, and finally by chance, she met a miraculous doctor who was elusive in a distant place.

The miracle doctor was invited into the Sheng family, and he performed his miraculous skills to bring Sheng Mingtao back to health, completely curing his stubborn illness.

From that moment on, Sheng Mingtao was finally able to enjoy a normal and peaceful life like an ordinary person.

Whenever he recalled this past event, Sheng Mingtao couldn't help but sigh: "It's true that Sheng Junwei turned her face and was ruthless. If I hadn't died, my grave would probably be shaded by green trees by now."

Zhou also sighed: "Yes, who could have expected that her heart was so cruel."

Sheng Mingtao snorted coldly, his resentment still not completely dissipated: "What's even more annoying is that afterwards she actually took all the credit for my recovery and said that it was all thanks to her that I got better. That's simply nonsense!"

Then, he gently swung his wrist and said with a calm smile: "Forget it, at this moment, talking about these worrying things will only add to the worries in my heart."

"I heard that the Empress Dowager Cixi's condition was getting worse and worse inside the palace walls. She was in a trance, which was quite similar to the difficulties I suffered in the past. I remember that time, I was trapped in the abyss of illness and was almost swallowed by despair. It was the miraculous hands of the good doctor that brought me back to life."

When he said this, a hint of gratitude and nostalgia flashed in his eyes, as if the experience was still vivid.

"If we can invite that miracle doctor, not only can he cure the Empress Dowager Cixi's chronic illness, but he can also reveal to the Emperor that it was all because of Ruijiao's great kindness and influence that the miracle doctor is willing to come out to help. With the Emperor's great pleasure, her grievances may finally be resolved."

Hearing this, Zhou's eyes suddenly lit up.

"This plan... after careful consideration, it is indeed feasible. Shan Fang's reputation as a miracle doctor has long been known throughout the court and the country. If we can take advantage of this opportunity, it will not only solve the Queen Mother's urgent need, but also open a door for Rui Jiao's freedom."

As night fell, the Sheng family returned home one after another. When they heard that Sheng Junwei refused to help Sheng Ruijiao, the brothers became furious.

A hint of coldness flashed across Sheng Mingwu's eyes: "It seems that she thinks she can fly, and she doesn't take our Sheng family seriously anymore, and she doesn't even bother to do a perfunctory job."

Fourth brother Sheng Mingwen leaned lazily against the door frame, with a nonchalant smile on his face: "Small people forget themselves when they succeed. It's the norm in the world. It's not worth mentioning."

His collar was slightly open, revealing a casual and uninhibited attitude.

Sheng Mingfeng's brows were locked with deep worry, and his fingertips gently rubbed his forehead: "Okay, let's stop talking about those depressing topics, let's discuss some practical things."

Minister Sheng looked at his sons who were gradually falling silent, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

He spoke slowly, his voice filled with unquestionable authority: "Let's follow Mingtao's suggestion and look for the legendary doctor. Perhaps this is our only hope at the moment."

Sheng Mingfeng's eyes gleamed, and a plan came to his mind: "This alone is not enough, we should link this matter with Ruijiao, subtly let the emperor see Ruijiao's important role in this crisis, and give her a precious opportunity to rebuild her reputation."

Upon hearing this, Minister Sheng couldn't help but clap his hands in approval: "Yes, yes! Your father will immediately go to the palace to report and emphasize that only Ruijiao knows where the miracle doctor lives in seclusion, and only she can persuade the miracle doctor to come out. In this way, Ruijiao can not only regain her freedom, but also make up for her mistakes."

"When the miraculous doctor brings the empress dowager back to health, her condition will be alleviated. The emperor will surely be touched by Ruijiao's contribution and will naturally be lenient with her punishment."

Zhou gently stroked the rosary in her hand: "If other methods are ineffective, we will have to use the last resort..."

Sheng Junwei was completely unaware of all this conspiracy.

That night, she fell into a dream.

In her dream, she was being followed closely by a young man, and no matter how fast she sped up she couldn't shake him off.

Finally, she stopped, her eyes filled with anger and determination: "Listen carefully, I'm not your sister!"

The boy's eyes were as clear as water, and his cheeks were filled with a simple smile. He gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and answered sincerely: "In my heart, you will always be my sister. No matter when or where, I will never deny this family love."

There was a firm light in the boy's eyes: "Don't be afraid, I'm here, no one can hurt you."

Sheng Junwei woke up in the morning light and felt that the warm tears from her dream still seemed to linger between her eyelashes.

She wiped away the moisture lightly, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "It seems that indulging in dreams occasionally is a luxury."

In the following days, there was unexpectedly no more trouble in the Sheng Mansion, which made Sheng Junwei's mood gradually calm down.

On this day, Pei Yu walked into the study room with a cheerful face: "Junwei, the bookstore I run is holding a literary youth competition. Are you interested in going to watch it together?"

Sheng Junwei was a little surprised for a moment: "Art Youth Competition? It sounds like a very new activity."

Pei Yu patiently explained: "It's like this. As I promised earlier, the bookstore will hold a knowledge contest every once in a while. The winner will receive a reward of ten taels of silver. You should remember it, right?"

“After taking over the bookstore, I kept this tradition and made some improvements. Now, the competition is held once a month, and it is not limited to the champion. The top three participants will receive prizes of different amounts.”

"Today is the monthly competition, why don't we go and watch it together?"

In his heart, the failure in the bookstore was like a thorn, constantly reminding him that he must stand up again in the same place.

After learning from his mistakes, he decided to revive the bookstore's glory through innovative measures, so he carefully planned a series of novel activities.

This literary youth competition is a key part of his many strategies.

At the same time, he also made subtle adjustments to the operation of the bookstore: although poor scholars and working people were still allowed to enter and read, the service of free tea and snacks was cancelled to prevent someone from taking advantage of it.

In order to encourage a true learning atmosphere, he also formulated new rules: all those who enjoy the right to free reading must submit a reading experience within three days to show their sincerity and gains.

In this quaint Xinhua Bookstore, the air is filled with the faint scent of ink, and all kinds of books stand quietly on the neat rows of bookshelves.