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

Qi He crossed her arms, turned her face away, and ignored everyone.

Judging from her expression, Shang Jue knew that she must be cursing him to death in her heart again, and might suddenly give him a hard time one day, but he couldn't be bothered to pay attention to it.

It's just a scratch from the kitten.

However, as soon as the thought crossed Shang Jue's mind, he froze for a moment.

The kitten scratched me?

He didn't know why he came up with that description.

In the past six months, Qi He has changed a lot, especially when she gets angry; it's mostly all bark and no bite.

Even if you don't say anything, she'll forget about it on her own in a couple of days.

They will hold grudges, but it's hard to say how long they'll hold them.

And he hasn't been injured much for more than half a year.

Shang Jue's eyes darkened slightly, a hundred thoughts swirling in his mind, before returning to normal in an instant.

He turned his gaze back and caught sight of the lone "pear core" resting on the edge of the plate. He stared at it for a while, then, as if possessed, reached out, picked it up, and took a bite.

It was actually quite sweet.

The next moment, he heard Shang Yue chuckle softly: "Brother clearly likes sister-in-law, why bother bullying her?"

The sound was soft, but it was like a thunderclap, exploding in Shang Jue's heart.

But he quickly came to his senses.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Shang Jue frowned, somewhat displeased. "Don't spout nonsense!"

"Yes, it is." Shang Yue muttered as she ate a piece of pear from her plate. "Although I can't see it, I can feel that my brother treats my sister-in-law very well."

When you can't see people, you rely more on your sixth sense to perceive things.

She can't see or believe what she hears; she only believes what she feels.

She originally thought that Qi He must be extremely bad to her brother. She had sensed her brother's hatred for Qi He many times, and there was even a hint of murderous intent in it.

But after meeting Qi He, she began to doubt her previous judgment.

Or rather, what happened between Qi He and her brother during this time?

She didn't understand, but she knew that her brother was much happier now than he was six months ago.

This is enough.

......

Qi He's annoyance lasted for a long time, and this time even Hu Ying's attempts to defend her were useless!

After silently cursing Shang Jue for a long time, Qi He finally remembered that she had an appointment that afternoon.

Hu Ying had invited me to ride horses at her maternal grandfather's estate just a few days ago.

Thinking of this, Qi He felt alive again.

She had never ridden a horse in both her lives. Qi Zheng was afraid she would fall, so he never gave her a fine horse. This time, she could finally experience it properly.

What female knight-errant can't ride a horse?

That's right, even now, Qi He's dream of being a female knight-errant remains unchanged.

It's rare that they've managed to stick to it.

For the rest of the day, Qi He acted as a beautiful vase in that small courtyard, remaining silent whenever possible, and only speaking to Shang Yue when necessary, completely ignoring Shang Jue, her every move a veiled warning—

I'm going to be angry for a long time.

When the visit was almost over, Qi He didn't bother to say goodbye to Shang Jue and left first.

As I was leaving, I vaguely heard Shang Jue discussing Shang Yue's illness with the doctor. It seemed to be extremely difficult to treat, and all the famous doctors in Jinling had come to see her, but they could only treat the symptoms, not the root cause.

But she was so preoccupied with the joy of riding horses at the manor that afternoon that she didn't pay attention to what she was hearing.

......

Zhuangzi is located in the northern suburbs of Ningcheng, nestled against a gentle slope, enclosing a large grassland.

As soon as Hu Ying saw Qi He, she noticed that Qi He was wearing a jade hairpin that she had never worn before, and the style of her clothes was also very different from usual. Even the bracelet on her wrist had been changed.

If the Qihe of the past was a bright and dazzling peony, today it is a gentle and serene orchid.

"You look good no matter what." Hu Ying praised her endlessly, complimenting everything from her hair to the tips of her shoes, making Qi He feel so flattered that she quickly forgot about her unpleasantness with Shang Jue.

That bastard shouldn't even think about interfering with her happy outing.

"Quickly, quick, I want to ride a horse!"

"Wait, let me help you change your clothes. These clothes are easy for a horse to trip over."

"Do you have any kind of flying fish suit or something?"

What is a flying fish robe?

......

Just then, Shang Jue came out of the clinic and headed into the city.

He had an appointment to keep; several stewards from Qingshanjian had sent him invitations earlier, saying that they would be having a small gathering at the estate in the northern suburbs today.

Although Shang Jue is young, he can't avoid the social obligations he has to attend to.

In the afternoon, we first went to Qingshanjian to take a look around. Sure enough, the managers enthusiastically suggested going to the estate for some leisure.

Once they arrived at the estate, everyone relaxed.

The managers called in a few singing girls to keep them company while they drank. Since they were out in public, they initially maintained a certain level of decorum, but after a few drinks, their hands and feet became less proper.

Shang Jue was used to such scenes, so he remained indifferent and ignored them.

There was a young maid who was assigned to serve him. She looked to be no more than sixteen or seventeen years old. She timidly brought him tea and then wine, but he refused them both.

He wasn't interested in that maid.

In terms of looks, it's hard to find anyone in Jinling more outstanding than Qi He.

The young maid waited all afternoon, but seeing that he remained cold and indifferent, neither asking her to pour wine nor to massage his back, she couldn't help but secretly examine herself in the mirror—

Although her appearance wasn't stunning, she was still pretty and charming. Why couldn't she catch this man's eye?

Finally, when they were able to rest by the meadow, the maidservant found a moment, brought a teacup, and leaned forward, whispering, "Master, would you like to have some tea to soothe your throat?"

"No need." Shang Jue didn't even look at her.

The maid's hands stiffened for a moment, she bit her lip, and asked timidly, "Was it because I didn't serve you well?"

Shang Jue glanced at her, then looked away.

For some reason, he thought of Qi He again.

If it were her, she probably would have already spilled the tea on him, glared at him with her beautiful eyes, coldly said, "Giving you tea is a favor," and then turned and left.

The man's features had never appeared so vividly in his mind before, with every detail crystal clear.

Shang Jue suddenly realized that he could no longer remember what Qi He looked like when they first met.

The subtle changes that had occurred over the past six months had seeped in so quietly that he himself hadn't even noticed them.

He then remembered the pear core that Qi He had painstakingly peeled out earlier that day, and, almost without thinking, asked, "Do you know how to peel a pear?"

The maid thought she had misheard and paused for a moment. When she looked up and met Shang Jue's deep, cold eyes, her face involuntarily turned red. She hurriedly went to the fruit plate to get a pear and said with her head down, "I will."

In a moment, the pears were neatly cut and arranged on a plate.

Shang Jue glanced at it once and found it utterly uninteresting.

Half a day later, everyone else had gone horseback riding with their companions, but this little maid still clung to Shang Jue's side. Seeing that he still ignored her, she finally couldn't bear the embarrassment anymore.

She was at least the most attractive among the group of girls, so why was she rejected?

The maid mustered her courage and whispered, "May I ask if you dare? Does the master look down on me?"

Shang Jue did not respond.

The maid gritted her teeth, then recalled the bits and pieces she had overheard earlier, and said, "I've heard that Miss Qi is arrogant and intolerant of others. Is it because of her that Master refuses to let anyone near him?"

Shang Jue suddenly stopped walking forward.

The maid stared at his retreating figure, her heart pounding faster.

But the next moment, she heard the boy's indifferent voice, as if stating a perfectly ordinary fact:

"You dare compare yourself to her?"