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

When Zhang heard this, her tense heartstrings finally relaxed and she heaved a long sigh of relief: "It's good that you're not hurt, it's good that you're not hurt!"

However, before she could completely let out a sigh of relief, her heart tightened again.

She thought of her foolish son, who clearly knew Sheng Junwei's abilities and intentions, but still listened to the slander of villains and threw away such an important amulet.

If he hadn't done that, how could he have suffered this disaster innocently?

Prime Minister Pei had just returned to the mansion. Although the housekeeper knew that he had been attacked by an assassin, he hesitated again and again due to various factors and ultimately did not reveal the news of Pei Yu's injury.

However, Prime Minister Pei's eyes were as sharp as torches, and he caught the glaring bloodstain on Zhang's sleeve at a glance: "Madam, are you injured?"

Zhang lowered her head when she heard the voice, and then she found the blood stains on her cuffs. She took a deep breath and decided to tell the truth, so she recounted the details of Pei Yu's injuries.

As soon as she finished speaking, she hurried forward and gently patted Prime Minister Pei's chest, which was heaving. "Master, calm down. Yu'er is injured now. We have to let him take good care of himself first. It won't be too late to teach him in detail after he recovers..."

Prime Minister Pei's face turned ashen, and the rage in his eyes almost burst out.

He slammed the table in anger and said sternly, "This brat! It's fine if others don't understand Wei'er's ability, but doesn't he know it himself? He can even throw away the treasure that can save his life. Did he just throw away all the sage books he read over the years?"

"As the saying goes, a careless choice of wife will bring disaster to three generations! I originally thought that if Yu'er really loved her, it would not be a problem to take her as a concubine when he passed the imperial examination and became successful. Anyway, the position of the main wife is already secure for you, and a mere concubine will not cause any trouble. Now it seems that I was totally wrong, extremely wrong!" His tone was mixed with regret and determination.

Sheng Junwei keenly caught the fluctuations in Prime Minister Pei's emotions and calmly led the topic to another direction: "Father, why did you and the young master encounter assassins at the same time? Is there any conspiracy hidden in this?"

There was a gleam of inquiry in her clear eyes.

Prime Minister Pei seemed to have seen through her intentions. After a moment's hesitation, he stopped pursuing the previous topic and put on a solemn expression. He sighed heavily and said, "This matter involves the dispute over the throne. It is complicated and cannot be fully explained in a few words."

His eyes were gleaming as he warned earnestly, "Whenever you go out in the future, be sure to bring enough guards with you. Remember, you must never go out alone."

Zhang was puzzled when she heard this, but she did not investigate further and replied meekly, "I understand. I will follow the master's arrangements."

Although Sheng Junwei was full of doubts, she wisely chose to remain silent when she saw that Pei Cheng avoided talking about the matter.

After all, according to her memories of her previous life, she had already left the capital at this moment, and was completely unaware of the simultaneous assassination of Prime Minister Pei and Pei Yu.

However, since this matter is closely related to the change of imperial power, she can also make a rough guess based on her own experience and wisdom.

Although Prime Minister Pei is extremely powerful, he has only one son, Pei Yu, so the safety of the father and son is related to the prosperity and decline of the entire Prime Minister's Mansion and even the family.

If anything unexpected happens to either the father or the son, those political enemies and the huge forces behind them will take the opportunity to launch a fierce offensive against the position of prime minister.

Looking back to the previous life, when she passed away, the new emperor had already firmly ascended the throne. The new emperor was none other than King Jingxuan's half-brother, the King of Chu.

When mentioning the King of Chu, Sheng Junwei's fingertips tightened slightly and cold sweat broke out on her palms.

In her previous life, the King of Chu fueled Sheng Ruijiao's rough fate, but she could still watch from the sidelines as an outsider.

But now, these grievances and entanglements are like a huge rock pressing on her heart, making it impossible for her to stay out of it...

Pei Yu had three knife wounds on his body, which seemed extremely dangerous at first glance, but in fact, each wound accurately avoided the fatal points. He only needed to rest for a few days and take blood-nourishing medicine to recover.

The news spread throughout the capital as fast as wings, attracting people from all walks of life to visit the prime minister's residence.

Suddenly, there was a constant stream of people and cars in front of the prime minister's residence. An endless stream of visitors brought all kinds of rare gifts, almost filling up the spacious warehouse of the prime minister's residence, like a small treasure house.

Sheng Junwei held a long gift list in her hand, her eyes moving between the densely packed names of people and the dazzling array of gift names, and she couldn't help but frowned slightly.

Although she was well-known for her love of gold, silver and jewelry, she did not feel the joy at this moment, because these generous gifts were not given by her personally, but came from her concern and respect for her husband Pei Yu.

She looked carefully and meticulously wrote down each gift and the name of the giver.

This is not done out of greed, but rather out of a deep understanding of the ways of interpersonal relations. It is so that when others ask for help in the future, one can accurately return the favor as a sign of respect and gratitude.

Sheng Junwei secretly sighed that the position of mistress seemed to be glorious, but in fact it was full of trivial affairs, which made people exhausted. Only those who were in it could understand the feeling.

Just as she was about to put down the heavy gift list in her hand and relax her tense nerves, the sound of light but slightly hurried footsteps came clearly into her ears from afar.

Pei Yu's face was pale, and his usually upright body seemed to be eroded by illness, becoming weaker and more flexible.

He walked into the room with a staggering gait, his eyes fixed on Sheng Junwei, hesitating for a moment before speaking: "Junwei, can you..."

However, before she finished her words, Sheng Junwei interrupted without hesitation: "No."

Pei Yu was stunned for a moment, obviously surprised by her straightforwardness: "You should at least listen to what I have to say."

Sheng Junwei smiled faintly, "Young Master, you just want me to persuade my father and mother to accept Miss Han back home, right?"

Pei Yu was speechless, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

He married a woman who was so observant, which made people admire her but also a little afraid, as if everything in his heart was exposed in front of her.

Sheng Junwei looked up at Pei Yu and said, "Don't get me wrong, I don't use this ability randomly, but I need to use my brain to analyze and reason. If it's not necessary, I don't bother to pry into other people's minds."

Her tone was calm, but every word was powerful.

"But it's really easy to see through your mind." Sheng Junwei said calmly, "Mr. Pei is arrogant and proud. Apart from matters concerning your parents, the only person who would make you condescend to ask for help is Miss Han."

There was no blame in her words; she was just stating the facts objectively.

After hearing this, Pei Yu could only smile bitterly and nod.

At this moment, Sheng Junwei's attention happened to be attracted by the open account book on the table, and she was temporarily diverted from continuing to delve into his inner world.