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

Qi He forced herself to finish saying those words, her eyes unfocused, not daring to look at Shang Jue's expression. She returned to her room, spread out paper and prepared ink, and wrote down all the embarrassment of that latest social incident for Hu Ying.

Hu Ying quickly replied, mercilessly mocking her, her every word testing the limits of being blocked.

Qi He picked up her pen and replied, "Very well, you no longer have me as a sister!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Hu Ying quickly tried to turn the tide.

The next letter began with "Why did that scoundrel Shang Jue make our young lady angry?" and then proceeded to criticize her for half a page. It ended with "Our young lady has suffered a great injustice. He should have opened the door for her to listen. It's all because this scoundrel doesn't know what's good for him." In the middle, there was also a long string of compliments to soothe Qi He's fragile girlish heart.

Qi He was still not satisfied and wrote furiously, "Do you know what he just said? I argued with him that I was just passing by the study, and he said, 'Oh! So when you passed by, you accidentally bent over, accidentally pressed your ear against the door, and accidentally bumped into me?'"

Hu Ying replied: "You even bumped into his arms?"

Qi He: "Is this a big deal? He opened the door and came over by himself!"

Hu Ying could feel Qi He's anger even through the letter, but she couldn't come up with any new insults. So, she had a sudden inspiration and suggested, "Why don't you find a storyteller and have him be included in a skit to berate your man?"

Qi He: "?"

Qi He: "What is that?"

After Hu Ying explained, Qi He realized that there were people in the neighborhood who made a living from this.

That's a great suggestion!

All you have to do is give someone a little money you don't need, and they'll find ways to spend it all, even if it's just a business tactic...

She had a fleeting, impure thought, but then she remembered that she had been eavesdropping first and was in the wrong, so she dismissed the idea of ​​getting angry.

Moreover, she didn't dislike Shang Jue that much; she just disliked him a little.

Let's keep this suggestion for now, and she can go find someone else if she really gets angry someday.

Of course, more importantly, if Shang Jue gets criticized, he might get dragged into it as well.

Storytellers dare not, but they can't resist the gossip-loving masses!

Her reputation is already bad enough; they might start by criticizing Shang Jue, but then switch their criticism to her.

As the saying goes, husband and wife are birds of the same forest; after criticizing Shang Jue, they're now criticizing her!

As the dignified Second Miss Qi, I will never allow myself to lose face in public!

Qi He muttered to herself, "That's enough, I'm really dizzy, I need to rest."

After saying that, he put down his pen and collapsed onto the couch.

She wasn't just making excuses to Hu Ying; she genuinely felt a throbbing in her head.

He was probably angered by that bastard.

It started raining heavily outside Qianjin Tower in the middle of the night. Qi He was a light sleeper and was soon awakened by the sound of the rain.

I opened my eyes groggily, my whole body was covered in a thin layer of sweat, and the brocade quilt had somehow slipped to the ground.

Qi He felt dizzy, short of breath, and had a terrible sore throat.

All signs indicate that she has probably caught a cold.

His forehead felt hot to the touch.

This is the first time Qi He has been sick since she transmigrated.

It was probably because he rested a little longer during the day while practicing martial arts at the gym, and then, feeling a bit craving, he bought some chilled plum juice from a street vendor. Little did he know that his retribution would come that night.

She covered her head with the quilt, trying to sweat it out to cool down.

After suffocating for about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, I almost suffocated myself, so I had no choice but to resign myself to my fate, put on my clothes, and go downstairs to find medicine.

A few antipyretic pills were found in the medicine box that was always kept in the hall.

Thanks to the emperor of the Great Jing Dynasty, who was fond of alchemy, he suddenly had the idea to refine herbs into pills, which is how the pills we know today came to be.

Although the effect is not as good as taking medicine directly, at least you don't have to suffer.

Qi He reached for the table and poured herself a cup of cold tea, but her head was spinning and her hands were unsteady. The tea spilled all over the table, and she swayed as she did so.

Clang.

The teacup fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Qi He stood there stunned for a moment. Before her feverish mind could figure out how the teacup had slipped from her hand, she subconsciously squatted down to gather the broken porcelain shards.

Then her fair wrist was grabbed.

Qi He squatted on the ground, her right hand being lifted halfway up.

She turned her head and looked for a while before recognizing it as Shang Jue.

"What are you doing?" Shang Jue frowned slightly.

"Take your medicine..." Qi He reacted a beat too late.

Shang Jue then noticed that her expression was off.

Her normally fair cheeks were flushed with an unnatural redness, and her full lips were much drier than usual.

Shang Jue's voice was cold: "You caught a cold and you're taking medicine with cold tea?"

Qi He stood up unsteadily, sensing the reproach in his words, and felt inexplicably wronged: "Why are you yelling at me? It's not like I wanted to get sick."

She forcefully shook off Shang Jue's hand: "Mind your own business."

Shang Jue's eyes darkened, and he stepped aside to make way for him.

Qi He staggered to the table, grabbed the pills from the medicine box, and then looked around for the teacup.

Oh, she just smashed the teacup.

Turning around, I saw Shang Jue standing coldly by the table with his arms crossed.

That scoundrel, she's not going to get the new cup.

She can swallow it whole; she's incredibly capable!

Qi He, in a fit of pique, tore open the packet of medicine and poured it into her mouth.

I swallowed a mouthful and was choked by the bitterness, coughing violently.

Shang Jue just stared at her coldly, watching her face turn red from choking, her eyes glistening with tears. Her beautiful almond-shaped eyes were filled with physiological tears, revealing a breathtaking fragility under the dim light, as if they were about to shatter at any moment.

Then Qi He suddenly punched him on the shoulder.

The fist was soft and weak, with almost no force.

But Shang Jue didn't move, though his heart inexplicably skipped a beat.

He looked up and saw Qi He glaring at him fiercely, her eyelashes trembling with anger and her lips pressed into a thin line.

The merchant, knowing the answer already, asked, "What for?"

"What are you doing? You're asking me what I'm doing?" Qi He's voice trembled with anger. "I have a fever!"

"I saw it." For some reason, Shang Jue felt a little guilty after being yelled at.

"I'm sick!" Qi He didn't listen to what he said at all.

Shang Jue: "He certainly looks quite ill."

Qi He spoke, her voice already tinged with grievance: "I'm sick, and you still won't give me any water!"

Business Strategies: "..."

Who refused to give you water?

Qi He seemed to have found some sore spot to start a conversation, and became more and more aggrieved as she spoke: "I was sick and you wouldn't let me drink water, so I swallowed my medicine and choked on it. You were just laughing at me, you cold-blooded and heartless person... You even called me crazy and didn't want to get close to me, saying that I was going to bring you my sickness..."

As they talked, they added a few things that Shang Jue had never done before.

"No one has ever treated me like this before. You even pushed me off a cliff to feed the snakes... Waaah—"

Qi He gasped for breath; she had spoken too quickly and hadn't caught her breath.

Perhaps due to a weakened will during illness, all the grievances that had been suppressed before surged up in an instant.

It's not like she's tormenting the male lead, nor is it like she wants to wear the clothes.

Why should she have to bear the consequences?

After listening to her intermittent, tearful rant, Shang Jue grasped a crucial point: "When did I push you off the cliff?"

Qi He wiped her face vigorously with her sleeve and mumbled, "In a dream."

well.

Shang Jue finally understood why his monthly pay had been inexplicably deducted from his salary.

"I'm still sick." Qi He grew increasingly annoyed, and weakly punched Shang Jue a few more times. "Aren't you going to give me some water!"

Well, we've come full circle.

With a cold face, Shang Jue went to the stove to boil water, cooled it down, and brought it over. Then he grabbed Qi He's wrist and dragged her upstairs.

Qi He struggled fiercely, stubbornly refusing to let him have his way: "Let go! Don't touch me!"

Shang Jue was too lazy to argue with this delirious young lady, so he simply picked her up by the waist.

Qi He is very light, and although she loves to eat, she never gains weight.

She pounded wildly on the boy's broad, upright shoulders with both hands: "What are you doing! How dare you hug me? Let go! You bastard, I'm not done with you! Waaah, I'm going to tell my brother, you're dead meat!"

Qi He made a huge fuss the whole way, but Shang Jue carried her back to the bedroom in his arms.

The next moment she was pressed into the soft bedding, and she suddenly fell silent.

Although she was still cursing, her body was quite obedient, and touching the soft bed made her feel much better.

Shang Jue turned and went out, returning a moment later with the warmed medicine.

Qi He had quieted down a bit, but her expression was still unpleasant.

Shang Jue stood by the couch and handed over the medicine bowl.

Qi He said in a muffled voice, "No, it's too hot."

Drink it or don't, it's up to you.

Shang Jue placed the bowl on the small table by the bedside.

Qi He pursed her lips: "My older brother always blows on them to cool them down before giving them to me..."

"I'm not your older brother," Shang Jue said indifferently.

"Why didn't you add some herbal tea? You bastard, I think you're trying to scald me to death..."

Qi He muttered something while holding the medicine bowl, the steam rising up and making her eyes water.

The next second, the bowl in my hand was snatched away.

Shang Jue blew on the rim of the bowl with a cold face, let it cool for a moment, and then put it back into her hand.

This time, Qi He didn't say anything more, and silently tilted her head back and drank it all.

She lay down with her back to Shang Jue, pulled the quilt over herself and curled up inside, adopting an attitude of "you've annoyed me, I don't want to talk to you."

She thought she would be too angry to sleep, but she slept soundly after the medication took effect.

The next morning, when I opened my eyes, I saw the doctor sitting in front of the bed, and Shang Jue, who had barely slept all night, standing beside the bed.

The young man's handsome face was tired, with dark circles under his eyes, clearly indicating that he had been up all night.

The doctor carefully examined Qi He's pulse and said it was a cold caused by exposure to cold, but because she was weak, the reaction was particularly severe.

I took the medicine last night and I'm much better this morning. I'll take two more doses as prescribed and I'll be fully cured.

The doctor stayed until the afternoon, and Shang Jue saw him to the door.

Just as the doctor was about to take his leave, he suddenly asked, "Is Qi He... feeling somewhat troubled?"

The doctor was taken aback, feeling somewhat apprehensive, and carefully replied, "The second young lady does look... does indeed seem a little listless..."

"Could it affect her condition?"

"Oh, yes, it will have some impact. Patients recover faster when they are in a good mood."

Shang Jue frowned.

"Tsk."