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

She walked slowly into the incense room, which was filled with the elegant and lingering scent of sandalwood, which seemed to be able to wash away all the troubles in the world.

Sheng Junwei sat down on the quaint futon. Her usually bright and attractive face now had no expression at all, except for her bright eyes which looked empty and deep.

Since she was a child, no one except her personal maid Yunying could listen to her secrets and sorrows.

However, as she grew older, there were some things that even Yunying could not share, so the portrait of the ancestor in the incense room became her only spiritual sustenance.

"I am here to bother you again." She whispered softly, with a hint of helplessness and sadness, "I have lived my life again, but I am still confused. Why did God give me the opportunity to be reborn, but failed to let me wake up before getting married? If I had known this day, no matter what the price, I would not choose to marry Pei Yu."

Her master once said that her earthly fate was not over yet, but he never made it clear that this fate was her marriage with Pei Yu. The hand of fate played such a trick on her, making her feel powerless.

Sheng Junwei sighed deeply and stared at the portrait of the ancestor, but suddenly she heard Yunying knocking on the door hurriedly and panickedly: "Miss, it's bad! Something happened!"

Sheng Junwei quickly adjusted her mood, and when the door opened, she asked calmly, "What happened?"

Yunying's face was pale and she said anxiously, "Young Master, he's injured!"

Sheng Junwei was shocked. Without asking for details, she hurried to Shengxiyuan where Pei Yu lived.

As soon as we arrived, we felt the atmosphere was extremely depressing. The servants in the courtyard all held their breath and kept silent, as if even the air had frozen.

The entire Shengxi Garden seemed to be tightly wrapped by a thick dark cloud, making it suffocating.

Sheng Junwei only took a few steps closer and was able to keenly detect the smell of blood in the air. The pungent smell pierced her heart.

The old butler Pei Lin was kneeling outside Pei Yu's bedroom door.

Zhang, who had already burst into tears, immediately held Sheng Junwei's hand tightly, and said with a trembling voice: "Wei'er, Yu'er will be fine, right? He will be fine, right?"

Facing her eyes filled with expectation and fear, Sheng Junwei felt mixed emotions.

She had long been unable to predict Pei Yu's fate through his facial features, but at this moment, she could only suppress her inner uneasiness and responded firmly: "Don't worry, mother, everything will be fine."

Zhang's expression gradually calmed down, and the huge rock hanging in her heart seemed to be gently put down by an invisible hand.

Sheng Junwei finally broke the silence, her voice cold and steady: "What on earth is going on?"

As soon as these words came out, Zhang's eyes instantly ignited with anger, and she gnashed her teeth, her hatred overflowing from her words: "Who else can I blame? It's still that jinx who was reincarnated as a disaster star!"

She turned around angrily and roared out of the door like thunder: "Pei Lin, get in here!"

Pei Lin, who was outside the door, heard the voice and his face turned pale instantly.

Before anyone could ask any questions, he poured out the whole story without reservation, just like pouring beans out of a bamboo tube.

Han Yue'er has been shrouded in gloom ever since she was injured.

Today, she suddenly had an idea and insisted on going out of the city to breathe fresh air, trying to dispel the haze in her heart.

In the end, Pei Yu had no choice but to compromise and personally arrange a carriage for Han Yueer.

And he planned to give Han Yueer a self-defense item.

Pei Lin secretly glanced at Sheng Junwei and saw that her eyebrows were slightly frowned and she was lost in deep thought.

Sheng Junwei understood what he meant and took over the topic: "What you want to give me, sir, must be the amulet you took from me, right?"

There was confusion in her eyes. "Could it be that Miss Han knew that I made it myself and therefore refused to accept it?"

Sheng Junwei knew very well that even if Han Yue'er did not accept the amulet, at most it would be just that Pei Yu's gratitude had not been delivered. After all, the amulet was still in Pei Yu's hands, and it could protect him even if he encountered danger.

Zhang asked impatiently, "What happened next? Did that girl cause any trouble again?"

Pei Lin lowered his head, not daring to judge the actions of his master and his lover. He could only honestly repeat everything he knew: "Later, the two of them had an argument in the car. It seemed that Miss Han insisted that the young master throw away the amulet."

"I heard the young master promise Miss Han that he would throw the amulet far away after getting off the car."

"What happened next was the sudden assassination." Pei Lin's voice became increasingly low. "Although Miss Han was also injured in the chaos, she was agile and the assassins were not targeting her, so her injuries were not serious. However, the young master was unfortunately stabbed three times. At the critical moment, he tried his best to pull Miss Han back into the carriage. Fortunately, the outer layer of the carriage was protected."

Zhang was furious: "This jinx! Just because of a little jealousy, he even threw away the thing that could save his life!"

This harsh rebuke seemed to break the tranquility of the past, and the air in the entire room froze instantly.

Sheng Junwei pondered secretly, she didn't expect Han Yue'er's jealousy to be so strong that she even gave up the talisman that could save her life. This made her have a deeper understanding of Han Yue'er's paranoia.

Just as the two were immersed in their own thoughts, the housekeeper rushed in, with fear and anxiety on his face: "Madam, Young Madam, something terrible has happened! The master has been assassinated!"

These words were like a bolt from the blue, shaking people's hearts.

Sheng Junwei subconsciously looked at Zhang, only to see that her face had suddenly turned pale and her body was shaky, as if she might faint at any time.

Sheng Junwei took a step forward and gently placed her hand on Zhang's thin back. She was about to transfer a trace of spiritual power to help her calm her mind, but she saw Zhang closed her eyes tightly, took a few deep breaths, and relied on her strong willpower to survive this sudden blow.

She withdrew her hand and stared at Zhang's resolute profile. She couldn't help but feel respect in her heart: "She is really the mistress of the Xiangfu. Her composure in the face of danger is really admirable."

"Wei'er, you stay here to look after Yu'er. I'll go over there and take a look." Zhang suppressed her worry and fear, regained her composure, and gave instructions to Sheng Junwei.

Sheng Junwei curled her lips slightly: "I'd better go with my mother. There are so many servants guarding here, he will be fine."

Not long after, they hurried to Cangyuan.

There, Prime Minister Pei was sitting at the table safely, sipping tea leisurely.

If one had not seen the butler's panic with one's own eyes, no one would have believed that this calm old man had just experienced a life-and-death situation.

"Master, what happened? Where are you hurt?" Zhang didn't care about etiquette and almost threw herself in front of Prime Minister Pei.

Seeing this, Prime Minister Pei smiled, held her hand, and comforted her: "I'm fine, don't worry, I'm not hurt at all."

He raised his hand, and the crystal clear jade pendant in his hand flashed a warm light under the light: "Thanks to this protective jade pendant given by Wei'er, I didn't get hurt at all."