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

The deathly silence in the room was broken by Granny Wang.

She kicked Shang Jue without holding back at all.

Shang Jue was kicked forward, coughed, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, which, against his pale face, looked like a red plum blossom fallen in the snow.

"The Second Miss kindly invited you to come in and kneel, but you can't even speak a human language?" Granny Wang's voice was sharp, filled with undisguised malice and bitterness.

Kindness?

Shang Jue lowered his eyes and smiled coldly to himself.

She was probably seen by her older brother, Qi Zheng, right?

Qi He came to her senses and saw the frostbite all over Shang Jue's body. She gasped and grabbed an outer garment from the bed and threw it on the ground.

It landed squarely on Shang Jue.

A sweet, incense-like scent enveloped him, and the warmth of his clothes, still carrying his body heat, gradually restored feeling to his frozen limbs.

Before Qi He could speak, Granny Wang, understanding her meaning perfectly, glared at Shang Jue and said fiercely, "You rotten flesh, how dare you offend the Second Miss's eyes!"

That's not what I meant at all!

Well, at least his vicious and domineering persona hasn't collapsed.

With a pale face, Shang Jue struggled to sit up, enduring the pain in his body.

He truly lacks the resources to contend with Qi He, especially since his sister is still lying unconscious in the clinic, clinging to life with the Qi family's money.

"Go stand over there." Qi He waved her hand, her voice deliberately sounding a little impatient.

Granny Wang shoved Shang Jue fiercely: "Did you hear me? The Second Miss told you to get over there and kneel down. Now move!"

Qi He felt a lump in her throat, thinking that Wang Mama's ability to guess the emperor's intentions was too much to bear.

She clearly said she was standing.

Shang Jue glanced indifferently at the person behind the bed curtains; the figure was indistinct and his face was unclear.

There was only a thick layer of Western Region velvet blanket nearby, and the underfloor heating was burning brightly, with warmth rising from underfoot.

Before he could even figure it out, Granny Wang had already pressed down hard on his shoulder.

Normally, his kneecaps would probably have shattered on the spot from the blue brick floor of this room.

But now, the moment my knees touched the ground, there was no excruciating pain as I had expected.

The thick blanket absorbed most of his strength.

Shang Jue became even more wary.

Seeing him kneeling on the blanket behind the bed curtains, Qi He breathed a sigh of relief without making a sound.

But when she looked up and saw the increasingly gloomy and wary expression on the boy's face, she knew that this little devil was not so easy to fool.

He could keenly sense even the slightest difference between himself and the original owner.

Fox eyes, fox heart!

After he was made to kneel down, there was no movement behind the bed curtains for a long time, which was unlike Qi He's usual behavior.

Shang Jue thought silently that in the past, he would never have been allowed into the house after kneeling for only one day.

He had to kneel until Qi He calmed down; by then, he'd probably be half dead.

Shang Jue sneered inwardly. Could it be that this idiot fell down the stairs and damaged his brain?

As he pondered, his brain, warmed by the heat, gradually grew heavy.

The alternation between hot and cold caused fine beads of sweat to appear on his pale, young face, and his cheeks flushed an unnatural red, like a fire burning in the snow.

Her long, thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and her vision blurred intermittently.

Qi He's bedroom seemed to spin around him, and his knees began to tremble like leaves.

With a thud, Shang Jue's body crashed to the ground, unconscious.

Qi He quickly lifted the bed curtains, revealing a hand with distinct knuckles, neatly trimmed nails, and a pinkish-white hue.

The bed curtains were lifted, revealing a face—

She has delicate eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes with slightly drooping corners. Her lips are full and have a natural rosy hue. There are two small red moles under her eyes.

At first glance, she was a bright and beautiful young woman.

"Second Miss, Shang Jue seems to have fainted." Granny Wang kicked Shang Jue and realized that he wasn't faking it.

Qi He said, "I understand, stop stirring up trouble for me!"

When will Granny Wang change her habit of touching and groping?

Qi He sighed helplessly, reached out and touched Shang Jue's forehead; it was frighteningly hot.

Granny Wang leaned closer: "Second Miss, does this boy have a fever?"

Qi He nodded, but before she could speak, Granny Wang's expression changed, and she quickly pulled her away, causing Qi He to stumble.

Granny Wang hurriedly said, "Second Miss! You should quickly stay away from him, lest you catch his illness!"

Qi He: "..."

She now understood what kind of life Shang Jue lived in the Qi family.

Granny Wang hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Second Miss, what should we do now?"

What else can we do?

The male lead is about to die!

Qi He didn't care about ruining her image anymore, and waved her hand with feigned disgust: "Throw him back to his own room, find a doctor to take a look at him, so that I don't have to handle the funeral if he dies... Never mind, I'll go take a look too."

Granny Wang was taken aback, and was about to say something when a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the courtyard, followed by a clear voice: "Second Sister! Shang Jue—"

The person pushed open the door and entered, bringing with them a gust of wind and snow.

It's Qi Lanlan.

Qi He looked up and saw that her half-sister was pretty and elegant with a clean temperament, but at this moment she was full of anxiety. Her gaze passed over her and landed directly on Shang Jue kneeling in the snow, with an undisguised urgency flashing in her eyes.

His gaze was so intense, it contained not only worry but also a mix of emotions that Qi He couldn't decipher.

Qi He felt a chill run down her spine and became secretly alert.

"Why the rush?" Qi He suppressed the strange feeling in her heart and asked slowly, "Are you afraid I'll freeze him to death?"

Qi Lanlan seemed to snap out of her daze at the question, composed herself, and put on her usual gentle smile: "Second sister is joking. It's just that tonight is the New Year's Eve family banquet, and all the uncles and elders are here. If Shang Jue attends looking like this, it might damage your reputation. Lanlan is only doing this for your sake..."

Qi He's expression remained unchanged; she simply went over Qi Lanlan's scenes from the original novel once again.

This is the third daughter of the Qi family, born out of wedlock, and her nominal younger sister.

At the same time, she is also the white moonlight of Shang Jue, who died young in the original novel.

Long before the Qi family was destroyed, Qi Lanlan had already passed away due to an accident. Although it was not specifically mentioned in the original work, it should have been related to the Qi family. This was also an important reason why Shang Jue decided to destroy the Qi family.

However... these two don't seem to have much interaction yet, right?

Why is Qi Lanlan in such a hurry?

This posture doesn't seem like that of someone unfamiliar with the place.

Could it be that she was also a time traveler?

Forget it, let's observe her first. The most important thing right now is to make sure the male lead doesn't kick the bucket.

Qi He's face darkened, and she looked at the unconscious Shang Jue on the ground with disgust. "Wang Mama, didn't you hear what I just said?"

"Or are you planning to have Shang Jue die here so that I can get scolded by my elder brother?"

In her last sentence, Qi He lowered her voice, deliberately adopting an arrogant attitude, and turned the tables on him.

Granny Wang turned pale with fright: "Second Miss! This old servant didn't, this old servant is innocent!"

Qi He snorted and softened her tone: "I know you want to stand up for me, but there will be plenty of opportunities in the future, and there is no need to deal with family matters in front of outsiders."

The most urgent thing is to get Shang Jue to bed and find a doctor to take a look.

"Yes, yes, this old servant will carry him back right away!"

As Wang Mama spoke, she strode towards Shang Jue, and with a slight movement, she pushed Qi Lanlan aside.

The second young lady is right; we shouldn't let outsiders watch our family affairs.

Granny Wang bent down, and with a strong effort of her thick arms, she easily scooped up Shang Jue as if he were a chick.

Qi He was astonished: Granny Wang, you really are capable!

With his physique, he would be a formidable opponent even in modern times.

Seeing that Shang Jue was carried away by Granny Wang, Qi Lanlan's eyes darkened, but she quickly composed herself and followed after her.

After a cup of tea, Qi He stood at the door of Shang Jue's "room" and was once again given a fresh perspective.

Shang Jue lived in a shed next to the stable, a place used for storing miscellaneous items. It was made of a few old wooden planks and thatch, and it was drafty on all sides, cold in winter and hot in summer.

The area, less than two zhang square, was divided in two.

Half of the bed contained a narrow wooden plank bed covered with a thin layer of straw. On top of the straw was a yellowed old mattress, and several tattered clothes were folded on it. It seemed that Shang Jue had piled all the things that could keep him warm onto the bed.

The other half of the room was piled with brooms and shovels used for sweeping the stables, as well as a pile of scrap metal.

It was dirty, broken, and cold.

Qi He couldn't even step inside.

"Um, let's change rooms."

Qi He felt inexplicably guilty and spoke up, rubbing her forehead.

Although Wang Mama didn't understand, she still did as instructed.

Qi He told her to move Shang Jue to an empty room in the backyard, and then ordered someone to boil water, get clean cloths, and have the head physician in the mansion prescribe a fever reducer.

Before long, everything was ready.

Qi He soaked a cloth in hot water, wrung it out until it was half-dry, and after it cooled slightly, folded it and placed it on Shang Jue's forehead.

Half-asleep, Shang Jue vaguely sensed that someone was taking care of him.

He was then gently helped up and fed a bowl of bitter fever-reducing medicine.

A faint, sweet fragrance lingered around my nose, like the crisp scent of lavender, with a hint of honey warmth that wouldn't go away.

"It's so warm..."

Shang Jue opened his eyes with difficulty and could only vaguely see a figure.

The person had a slender neck, with a section of red rope faintly visible. The pendant was hidden in the collar and could not be seen clearly.