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

Thinking of Han Yue'er's increasingly weak breath and the almost imperceptible rise and fall of her chest, Pei Yu had no time to care about anything else and called out directly, "Jun Wei."

Sheng Junwei was leisurely sipping tea. Upon hearing this, she gently put down the teacup and raised her eyes nonchalantly: "Sir, what can I do for you?"

"Yuer has been in a coma since returning to Beijing..."

Pei Yu's eyes followed the words closely, capturing every change on Sheng Junwei's face meticulously. Whether it was the subtle guilt or the barely perceptible nervousness, they all tried to be exposed under his gaze.

She uttered an "oh" lightly, her tone as calm as if she was talking about the weather: "It's just a common thing."

"normal?"

There was obvious surprise in Pei Yu's voice, and a hint of confusion frowned between his brows.

Sheng Junwei remained calm and said slowly, "Not only her, but even your close friend Mr. Fan must be suffering similarly. However, compared to Miss Han, his situation is slightly more optimistic. After all, both of them have been eroded by Yin Qi, and as mortal bodies, they cannot bear the consequences. This is within the scope of natural law."

"For mild cases, it may take only a few months to gradually recover; for severe cases, one may suffer a bloody disaster, which is difficult to predict."

There was a hint of indifference in her words, as if she was describing an ordinary matter that had nothing to do with her.

Pei Yu's eyes suddenly widened in disbelief: "You... knew it from the beginning?"

A trace of doubt flashed across Sheng Junwei's face, as if she was puzzled by Pei Yu's reaction: "As a cultivator, although I don't specialize in catching ghosts, how could I not know these basic common sense? Are you doubting my professionalism?"

Pei Yu's anger grew: "Since you already knew it, why didn't you tell me earlier? How can you bear to watch them fall into trouble step by step!"

When Rou'er heard this, she became furious.

Although she was not clear about the whole picture, she vaguely felt from Sheng Junwei's words that Miss Han's misfortune was not caused by the young lady, and the son-in-law actually blamed the young lady for not giving her a prior warning. How could she tolerate this?

"Sir, how can you blame Miss for this? Miss didn't let them suffer any misfortune!"

Rou'er couldn't help but retort.

Pei Yu was usually quite lenient towards his servants and rarely took his anger out on others, but when Sheng Junwei's maid confronted him head-on, he suddenly became furious and shouted without thinking, "You have no right to interrupt the master when he is talking!"

Sheng Junwei's face turned cold instantly, and she fought back unceremoniously: "If Master Pei wants to act like a master in my Linfeng Pavilion, I'm afraid you will be disappointed. Everyone here is my confidant, different from the servants of the Du Mansion. You have no right to teach them a lesson here."

There was no concession in her words, and she drew the line directly.

Pei Yu was speechless for a moment. As a noble son of the Prime Minister's Mansion, his life path was almost smooth sailing. Even though there were a few families in the capital that were at odds with him, the competition between them was mostly undercurrents, and no one had ever questioned his status and rights so directly.

At this moment, being pointed out that he was not qualified made him lose face, and his reason gradually blurred in anger: "Okay, you said I am not qualified to teach her a lesson, but I can always express my opinion on Han Yue'er's matter, right? You clearly knew that she was haunted by evil spirits, so why did you turn a blind eye and turn a deaf ear to her? Are you still upset that she stole your limelight?"

Pei Yu secretly guessed that no matter how stubborn Sheng Junwei was, she would not admit those petty thoughts in public.

Even if they are dissatisfied in their hearts, they will deny it on the surface.

As long as she denied it, he would have an excuse to ask her for help.

However, Sheng Junwei's answer was unexpectedly direct: "Yes, I am holding a grudge."

Pei Yu was stunned, his eyes widened and his face was full of shock. He obviously didn't expect her to be so frank.

Sheng Junwei raised a scornful smile at the corner of her mouth: "Are you surprised that I'm so frank?"

"Although I am a practitioner and do not completely follow the teachings of Buddhism, I am not willing to lie unless it is necessary. Especially to Han Yue'er, she is not worthy of me making up lies for her."

"Stopping my credit right in front of me is as insulting as shitting on my head. I've already been bullied to this extent, why should I be the one to warn her of the impending disaster?"

"Everyone is responsible for their own actions, right?"

"Besides, doesn't she have a senior disciple from Pinglong Mountain by her side?"

Her smile was beautiful but thorny: "If she had not been so anxious that I would steal her credit and set off overnight, but had waited until Gu Weiyi fully recovered before returning to Beijing, Gu Weiyi would have definitely discovered her abnormality in time."

"But she was afraid that I would take away the credit, so she left the injured Gu Weiyi behind. This is entirely her own fault."

Pei Yu fell silent again, unable to find the words to refute.

His anger gradually subsided, and reason told him that it was an impossible task to easily persuade Sheng Junwei to help Han Yueer get rid of the evil spirit today.

He had to lower his posture: "Junwei, I know Yue'er has offended you. For my sake, can you help her this time?"

Sheng Junwei had a playful smile on her face: "What face do I have to talk about when I'm with you?"

Pei Yu was speechless.

Sheng Junwei added: "To be honest, in my eyes, you may not be as important as the grass and trees in Linfeng Pavilion."

She wanted to say that he was not even as good as the housekeeper and Aunt Wen, but she changed her words temporarily because she did not want to implicate innocent people.

Pei Yu was so angry that he almost couldn't breathe. He knew very well that Sheng Junwei's words were sharp, but he hadn't experienced her sharpness for a long time. When he encountered her today, he found that he was still unable to cope with it.

He took a deep breath, trying to suppress his anger and helplessness, and asked, "What do you want me to do to help Yue'er get rid of the evil spirit?"

Sheng Junwei seemed to have expected him to ask such a question, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Wait a moment."

She asked Rou'er to bring paper and pen, and then she began to write with just a few strokes, leaving a few clear lines on the paper.

When the ink was dry, she handed the paper to Pei Yu: "Sign this divorce letter and I will leave immediately."

When Pei Yu first saw the words written in a flamboyant style on the paper, he felt that they were somewhat novel and elegant. However, when he heard the word "divorce" clearly, his face instantly became as gloomy as if covered by dark clouds.

"Junwei, do you really think this is a joke?"

There was a hint of disbelief and helplessness in his words, and he tried to use the last bit of his rationality to salvage this sudden change.

Sheng Junwei's laughter was a little cold, as if she had anticipated his reaction: "Mr. Pei, do you think I was joking at all?"

Her eyes were sharp as she stared directly at Pei Yu, and the determination contained in them could not be ignored.

Pei Yu closed his eyes tightly, his face tense, anger looming between his brows, but he suppressed it forcefully, his voice low and restrained: "Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda, not to mention the unpleasantness between you and Yue'er, it's not enough for us to ignore her life or death, right?"