Transmigrated into the body of the vicious first wife of a fallen prime minister

Qi He was surprised that Shang Jue was actually quite good at cooking.

She's always been a picky eater, but today she ate about 80-90% full.

The thought of going to Qifeng Tower the day after tomorrow brightened my mood.

However, this good mood didn't last long.

After finishing her meal at Qifenglou, Qi He realized with a start that she hadn't gone swimming lessons for quite some time.

The idea of ​​learning self-defense skills and wilderness survival techniques is completely unfounded.

Sure enough, once people have money, they become lazy and even neglect their life-saving efforts.

No, I must reflect on this carefully.

At this moment, Qi He sat cross-legged on a soft carpet woven from Shu brocade, which covered the entire hall. This carpet was brought back to her by Qi Zheng from Sichuan last year.

Her skin was radiant and looked even more delicate than brocade.

She leaned back, revealing a slender, supple waist, and pulled out a memo she had written a few days ago to remind herself to stay alert.

April 7th, sunny.

I hereby write this decree: From this day forward, I must diligently practice martial arts without slacking off. I shall begin by practicing the horse stance for the duration of an incense stick burning.

April 8th, sunny.

Shang Jue made osmanthus syrup; it was sweet and delicious.

April 9th, cloudy.

Shang Jue made crab roe steamed cake. The cake was delicious, but that bastard ate it too fast. I only ate two, and the whole plate was gone! The cake was good, but the person was bad!

April 10th, sunny.

Shang Jue made sweet and sour fish, which was delicious. It would be even more perfect if he added some ketchup.

April 11th, sunny.

Qi He, oh Qi He, you must never indulge in such gluttony again! Spending your days doing nothing but eating and drinking, how could you do this! You've fallen!

April 12th, sunny.

Shang Jue made a lot of dried fruit; it's delicious!

Snapped!

Qi He suddenly slapped the note in his face.

I can't keep being so down. I must go to the martial arts gym tomorrow!

Filled with regret and self-reflection, Qi He stepped into the martial arts school with great enthusiasm, practicing with a female instructor for an entire morning without taking a break.

The few disciples scattered throughout the martial arts school stared in disbelief.

One master, in particular, brought his apprentice and slapped the apprentice on the back of the head, saying, "See that! If you had worked half as hard as her, you would have graduated long ago!"

After Qi He finished practicing his last round of punches and kicks, he came down from the training ground.

She was slender with a supple waist, her skin as white as jade, and a thin layer of sweat rolled down her forehead, shimmering in the sunlight.

She removed the ribbon that bound her hair, revealing a beautiful face with delicate features.

The young apprentice in the corner stared in disbelief for a moment, then shouted, "When I grow up, I'm going to marry her!"

The next moment, his master was horrified and dragged him out by the back of his collar, leaving behind the boy's mournful cries.

You idiot!

If you want to die, don't take me with you!

Before they can react, run, run!

Qi He felt that he had extremely high martial arts talent and could steadily perform a whole set of moves.

If the Qi family hadn't imprisoned her, she might have become a legendary female knight-errant by now!

Hehehe—

The female instructor kept talking, sincerely praising her for her talent, which made Qi He feel flattered and leave the martial arts school in a great mood.

There are also several private rooms below the martial arts hall, set up for distinguished guests, with a full range of amenities including baths, tea, and snacks.

Qi He was of noble status and was always surrounded by attendants wherever she went.

After working up a good sweat, she went to a private room to take a quick shower and change into some dry clothes.

As a result, I ran into Hu Ying, who was there to relax.

After being so betrayed by Qi Cheng, Hu Ying was clearly still reeling, her face covered in bruises and she looked listless.

Qi He and Hu Ying had only met once at the banquet and were not very familiar with each other, so they simply nodded politely to give each other face.

A moment later, two more people entered through the door, a man and a woman standing very close together.

Upon seeing Hu Ying, the woman gave her a mocking smile: "Isn't this Miss Hu? Why haven't you been seen going out lately? Has your man been lured away by that vixen and you haven't even left the house?"

He's a sarcastic old man from the moment he opens his mouth.

The two clearly had a long-standing grudge. Hu Ying coldly replied, "What's it to you? He Jiaojiao, mind your own business!"

The He Jiaojiao and Hu Ying families have a long-standing feud, which extends to the next generation as well, who are constantly competing with each other in secret.

Later, Hu Ying's father became wealthy and rose to the upper echelons of Nanjing, leaving He Jiaojiao far behind.

He Jiaojiao had been jealous of Hu Ying for many years, and seeing her suffer a setback made her extremely happy.

"We've known each other for a while, and I'm just concerned about you. But to let a lowly, worthless woman ride roughshod over me like that, if I were you, I'd rather just plunge into this hot spring and die, haha."

After saying that, He Jiaojiao hugged the arm of the man next to her and said coquettishly, "Just because you have a little money at home doesn't mean you can act like a noble lady. I have a good eye for men."

"Instead of worrying about others, you should worry about the person next to you first," Qi He suddenly said.

He Jiaojiao noticed the strikingly beautiful woman as soon as she entered the room.

Although they were both women, Qi He's overly beautiful appearance still stirred a subtle competitive spirit in her heart.

Qi He raised her chin and pointed to a jade pendant tied around He Jiaojiao's boyfriend's waist: "That's a pair of mandarin duck pendants, isn't it? Your darling husband wears one, but I haven't seen you wear the other one."

He Jiaojiao's face turned pale instantly, and she glared angrily at the man beside her.

Qi He added casually, "By the way, the one on your darling's waist is still fake."

Hu Ying couldn't help but chuckle and whispered her thanks to Qi He.

She was the one who helped him at the celebration banquet that day.

I've always heard that Miss Qi is arrogant and willful, and everyone in Jinling knows that. I never expected that she would like to stand up for others.

Qi He said calmly, "No need for thanks."

She simply has a chivalrous heart that has nowhere to go.

In the past, she might have half-stooled and eaten sunflower seeds, but after being praised by her master all morning, Qi He is now practically a saint and can't stand the slightest injustice.

Hu Ying was deeply moved and said with a blush, "Sister, from now on I will recognize you as my god-sister."

Qi He: "???"

Who is your sister?

She thought she was a chivalrous woman who would stand up for others, but she ended up being treated like a younger sister instead.

That's it.

It must be because of Shang Jue. If she hadn't married him, how could she have been recognized as the older sister instead of the younger sister?

Will that female knight-errant have a mediocre husband by her side?

Damn dog!

Chilling!

So when Shang Jue returned that evening, bad news suddenly struck: his monthly pay had been reduced again!

I only have twenty coins left each month!

It's thirty coins less than the original fifty!

Standing in the hall, Shang Jue suppressed the urge to curse and asked through gritted teeth, "What did I do wrong this time?"

Qi He said irritably, "Think for yourself."

This scene looks so familiar.

Such a familiar conversation.

Shang Jue stood quietly for a moment, skillfully grinding ink and laying out paper, preparing for the worst.

At three quarters past 9 PM, Uncle Chen received another note.

This time it's even simpler, skipping even the small talk:

[Lend me some money.]

Uncle Chen stared at the note for a long time, then suddenly choked up, unable to even muster the will to question it.

How many times has this happened?

Young master, weren't you planning to fight your way back to the Shang family?

It's only been a few months, how could it be...

He dared not speak, nor did he dare ask.

......

Qi He was in a bad mood today and barely ate any food before going back to her room to rest.

Just before going to bed, the maid came to report that there would be heavy rain that night.

Sure enough, in the middle of the night, a torrential downpour of early summer rain poured down with tremendous force.

A fierce wind howled above Qianjin Tower, accompanied by lightning and thunder. Silver lightning tore through the night sky, illuminating Qi He's restless sleeping face.

Qi He somehow dreamed of her own ending in the book.

In her dream, it was also a stormy night like this, and her Achilles tendons were severed. She crawled in terror through the mud, covered in blood.

Behind him followed slowly the adult Shang Jue.

The fear and despair in her dream were so real that she could hardly tell whether she was dreaming or awake.

The scene changes abruptly the next second.

She was suspended high on the edge of a cliff, with a hundred-foot abyss below, its currents surging, and countless venomous snakes could be seen raising their heads and flicking their tongues, staring menacingly at her. She stared wide-eyed at Shang Jue, whose smile was cold and indifferent, as if he were welcoming a grand feast.

"No..." Qi He struggled weakly, the rope binding her wrists leaving bloody marks.

"No...no..."

"Clang—"

The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground inside the room startled Qi He awake from her nightmare.

She sat up abruptly, gasping for breath, her face ashen, and her forehead covered in cold sweat.

She was awakened by a porcelain flowerpot that had been blown off the windowsill by the strong wind and shattered on the floor.

Another pale white bolt of lightning struck the night sky.

Qi He hadn't recovered from the nightmare yet, and she trembled with fear, wrapping herself tightly in the brocade quilt.

The image of a venomous snake biting her body in her dream kept replaying in her mind. Qi He's eyes reddened, and she bit her lip tightly.

"Boom—Boom—" Thunder roared, and Qi He's body trembled violently with fear.

Shang Jue heard the commotion and came over to check. He knocked on the door but no one answered, so he pushed the door open and saw this scene.

Lightning struck, illuminating Qi He, who was wrapped up in a ball on the bed, trembling violently, along with the blanket.

He didn't light any lamps; the candlesticks in the room were blown over by the wind and rolled away somewhere, no one knew.

Hearing the noise from under the covers, Qi He turned around warily: "Who's there?!"

Shang Jue replied in a cold, flat voice, "Me."

Silver lightning struck again, illuminating the entire bedroom.

Shang Jue paused for a moment when he saw Qi He's expression.

Qi He's eyes were red, clearly she had been crying.

What surprised him was the look in Qi He's eyes when she looked at him—extreme fear.

Who wouldn't be afraid!

I just dreamt of a murderer, and when I woke up, the murderer was standing in my bedroom!

Shang Jue said calmly, "The wind and rain are very strong tonight. Are you alright?"

Qi He's voice was hoarse, trembling slightly in the night: "Get out!"

Without hesitation, Shang Jue turned and left.

The next moment, Qi He fully woke up from the nightmare and threw back the covers: "You stay!"

Although she was terrified of Shang Jue, being alone in such a heavy thunderstorm was even more frightening!

This house isn't made of reinforced concrete; she doesn't feel safe there.

Shang Jue lifted his eyelids to look at her.

Qi He clutched the corner of the blanket: "I...I'm afraid of heavy rain. You can stand by my bed and leave only after I fall asleep."

As always, she was willful, arrogant, and unreasonable.

Shang Jue stood motionless in front of the bed.

Qi He stared at the tent ceiling and murmured, "I just dreamt that you killed me..."

Shang Jue's long eyelashes drooped, and he did not reply.

Qi He's gaze fell upon his incomparably handsome face—

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Yeah, it still feels a bit creepy.

Shang Jue noticed her gaze and was somewhat puzzled.

The next moment, everything went black, and Qi He draped the outer garment that was hanging on the screen directly over Shang Jue's head.

Business Strategies: "..."

From the darkness, Qi He muttered contentedly, "Much better, finally I can't see anything..."