The legitimate daughter is reborn and the fake Bai Lian is completely panicked

Although Shen Mi seemed to be well-intentioned, Chun Ling, Wen Yue's personal maid, felt uneasy.

At this moment, the eldest princess saw the commotion here and walked over accompanied by several maids.

She asked, "What's going on?"

Wen Yue hurried forward to explain, "Your Highness, I was a rude maid. I brought hot water to you, but I sprained my ankle and scalded Miss Shen."

The princess looked at Shen Mi and saw that her right hand was already wrapped in white gauze, so she asked, "Second Miss Shen, are you okay?"

Shen Mi shook her head and said, "Thank you Princess Chang for your concern. It's nothing serious."

"However, if there is a chance for a women's martial arts competition later, I am afraid that I will not be able to exert much power with this hand."

"I will do my best."

The princess said solemnly: "Miss Shen is very broad-minded."

She glanced at Wen Yue, who immediately shrank her neck.

"I have some ointment on my hand. If your hand is seriously burned, I will send someone to bring it to you."

Shen Mi shook her head repeatedly and whispered, "Thank you for your kindness, Princess. I have ointment in my hand."

The eldest princess looked over and saw the bottle of medicine in Shen Mi's hand, and immediately frowned.

The bottle was dark blue with a narrow mouth. She seemed to have seen it somewhere.

Thinking of this, she subconsciously turned her head to look at the male seat.

Sure enough, Murong Che looked over here.

Shen Mi seemed to have noticed it as well, and she grabbed the medicine bottle tightly, covering the bottle with her hand.

The princess smiled and said, "Second Miss Shen, can you show me your medicine?"

"I would like to see how this medicine differs from mine."

Shen Mi had no choice but to hand the medicine bottle to the eldest princess.

The eldest princess held the exquisite dark blue bottle in her hand and looked at it for a while, then handed the bottle to Shen Mi.

It turned out that her fourth brother already had a girl he loved.

The corners of her lips curled up slightly: "Miss Shen, since you are fine, please sit down."

"There's no need to be so reserved in front of me."

"Thank you, Princess."

The eldest princess turned around and returned to her seat with a few maids.

Shen Li helped Shen Mi sit down, "Mi'er, does it still hurt?"

Shen Mi shook her head, "Sister, I'm much better now."

"However, I'm afraid this right hand cannot be used in the martial arts competition."

"I can only try my left hand."

The red in his hand had just been wetted by water and turned into a colorless and odorless liquid, which also soaked the gauze on Shen Mi's hand slightly.

Shen Mi lowered her eyes, which were like a cold pond that had existed for thousands of years.

Then the drums sounded again.

After the women's literary competition was over, Eunuch Zhang took a booklet and returned to the stage.

The booklet slowly opened, and two names came into view.

He said loudly: "The first place in the female literature competition is Shen Mi, the second young lady of the Shen family, and the second place is Wen Yue, the fourth young lady of the Wen family."

"Girls who rank A and B in women's competition may proceed to the next stage, the women's martial arts competition."

As the voice fell, the crowd below was in an uproar.

Many young ladies from the noble families in Yanjing City were whispering to each other.

Shen Mi lowered her eyes and glanced, and saw the prince looking at her.

It seems that the Crown Prince and Shen Shu are also planning something.

Wen Yue stood up from the chair and walked to Shen Mi's side with a faint smile on her face, "Second Miss Shen, what a coincidence."

"The next martial arts competition will be between you and me."

She glanced at Shen Mi's bandaged right hand, and suddenly curled her lips and sneered, "However, how can you compete with your injured right hand?"

Shen Mi said: "Although my right hand was burned, my left hand is fine."

"Besides, how can you be sure that you can win?"

Wen Yue gritted her teeth and lowered her voice deliberately: "Because, the one competing with me is the waste of the Shen family."

"Shen Mi, you can't beat me."

After she finished speaking, she left the women's seat without looking back and went to the stage.

Shen Mi had a cold expression on her face. She looked at the thin layer of wet gauze on her right hand and slowly walked off the stage.

Wen Yue walked to the quiver, reached out and pulled out an arrow and held it in his hand.

In a low voice that only two people could hear, he taunted Shen Mi: "Shen Mi, now that your hand is injured, why don't you just play the pot tossing game with this woman?"

"You can't beat me."

"Now that your father, Marquis Pingyang, is gone, there is no one left to support the Shen family."

"Your grandmother is old, your sister is sick, and you have two useless brothers... How can you compare to our Wen family?"

After saying these sarcastic words, Shen Mi's face remained calm.

She sneered and said, "It is not up to your Wen family to decide what happens to my Shen family."

"Wen Yue, you are only eighteen years old now, why do you have to secretly have an affair with someone?"

"Why not go to the Xie Mansion and become a concubine?"

As soon as Shen Mi finished speaking, Wen Yue's eyes widened and she turned to look at her.

She deliberately lowered her voice, "Shen Mi, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"What Xie Mansion? You..."

Seeing Wen Yue's face flushed with anger, Shen Mi smiled and whispered in two voices: "The mandarin duck purse was originally embroidered by you for the eldest son of the Xie family, right?"

"What a pity! He has already married and has children. If you want to be his concubine, you have to see if the mistress of the house is willing."

"You are just like your second brother, both of you are complete waste!"

"I'm afraid that the Ningyuan Marquis doesn't know yet that you did these despicable things. You are good friends with Shen Shu, and Shen Shu is the prince's concubine."

"Your father is the prince's confidant. Tell me, did the prince tell your father?"

Wen Yue's face turned pale instantly, and she glared at Shen Mi fiercely with gritted teeth.

Shen Mi suddenly chuckled, and whispered in her ear in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Wen Yue, I know, how dare you do anything to me?"

"Do you dare to stab me with the arrow in your hand? Do you dare?"

"I bet today that you dare not."

"Wen Yue, you are a waste, you don't dare."

The sarcastic and provocative voice made Wen Yue completely infuriated. She picked up the arrow in her hand and stabbed it towards Shen Mi.

Seeing this, Shen Mi stretched out his left hand, grasped her wrist, and took the arrow away.

She held the arrow in her bandaged right hand, her fingers slightly touching the tip of the arrow, which was extremely sharp.

She deliberately raised her voice: "Wen Yue, what are you doing?"

"This is a competition. If there is any conflict between you and me, we can just settle it privately."

After she finished speaking, she reached out, took the arrow and threw it hard, throwing the arrow back into Wen Yue's quiver.

Wen Yue was irritated by her, but was afraid that she would tell the matter of her and the eldest son of the Xie family in public, so she could only grit her teeth and draw out another arrow.

At the moment of drawing the arrow, Shen Mi's eyes followed it to confirm which arrow she drew.

Wen Yue said in a cold voice, "Shen Mi, today we are not going to compete in pot tossing, but in archery!"

"If you lose to me in the martial arts competition, we can only decide the winner by hunting."

"Otherwise, others will feel it's unfair."

Shen Mi smiled calmly, "Let's just shoot on foot, who's afraid of who?"

She raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at Wen Yue.

Then he looked in the direction of the bull's eye in front of him.

From the gap between the two targets, one can vaguely see the bright yellow figure on the male seat.

The figure sat upright in a chair, holding a cup of tea, staring at her intently.

Shen Mi smiled, took out a white handkerchief from her sleeve and covered her right hand with it.

"My right hand was injured by your personal maid, so I can only use my left hand."

She reached into her quiver and pulled an arrow out.

She looked at Wen Yue and whispered, "Today, you have no chance of winning the martial arts competition."