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

That little incident left a small but unpleasant feeling in Qi He's heart.

But it also reminded her of something: Shang Jue would likely have no shortage of female confidantes in the future.

It is extremely difficult to win over a business simply by "pleasing" them.

Moreover, for reasons unknown to everyone, Qi He is not one to tolerate being bullied, and his so-called "ingratiation" efforts are only half-hearted.

If Shang Jue returns to the Shang family a year later, there's a slim chance she'll still lose her life.

There's a high probability they'll face severe retaliation from Shang Jue.

Recently, her relationship with the male lead has eased a bit, and she's gotten a little cocky.

Upon careful calculation, there are only five months left before Shang Jue returns to the capital and the Shang family. Including the time it will take to seize power after returning, he will have at most a year before he returns to Jinling.

Qi He counted the days on her fingers with a melancholy expression, thinking about her half-baked swimming skills, and how she hadn't even learned high diving.

The melancholy second young lady spent the entire night unable to sleep in her large bed.

The next day, just after dawn, a maid knocked on the door; Qi He's birthday had finally arrived.

She looked unwell after a sleepless night. As she sat in front of the mirror being styled by the woman combing her hair, the woman carefully flattered her.

What do you mean, Miss Second, your skin is so good! No matter how many noble ladies have done your makeup, none of them can compare to half of yours; what do you mean, Miss Second, your nose is so straight and your eyelashes are so long! Others would love to have such a good foundation, and so on.

Qi He remained completely unmoved by the flattery.

No other reason than I'm numb to looking in the mirror every day.

Qi He's birthday banquet was held on the largest painted boat at Wangjiang Tower.

The three-story pleasure boat had received permission from the water management department a month ago and was moored on the Yangtze River, awaiting this extravagant and decadent event.

Invitations to the Second Miss's birthday banquet were extremely difficult to obtain among the nobles of Jinling. Money alone was not enough to guarantee entry; one also needed a certain level of prestige and status.

Qi He was kidnapped once when he was young, and ever since then, Qi Zheng has paid special attention to such grand banquets.

The guests attending the banquet were all carefully selected, almost to the point of investigating their ancestors for three generations to confirm their innocence before allowing them to enter.

On her birthday, Qi He didn't have to worry about anything.

As soon as it was light, a hairdresser came to her door and tidied her up from head to toe.

She was not fully awake at first, and in a half-dreaming state, she was helped and carried into the inner room, where she changed into more than a dozen outfits. It wasn't until nearly noon that they decided which outfits to wear at different times.

To keep her figure and clothes in place, she was only allowed to eat a small piece of honeydew melon at noon, and by evening she was already dizzy from hunger.

When the banquet finally began, Qi He felt like she was floating.

As an accessory to that expensive vase, Shang Jue naturally didn't need to fuss over it from morning till night like Qi He did.

He held a meeting in the morning and then cleared his schedule in the afternoon, sitting in the hall waiting for Qi He to finish washing up.

It must be mentioned that waiting for someone is a truly tedious experience.

Even someone as composed as Shang Jue began to feel inexplicably irritable after a few hours.

He picked up the business newspaper that the servants had bought in the morning and read it quickly, his eyelashes lowered.

At first, his eyes were on the newspaper, and he was engrossed in reading it.

Later, the handwriting in the newspaper somehow twisted into something else, and the image of Qi He in riding clothes that day was inexplicably etched into his mind.

Although he disliked Qi He, he had to admit that she was a competent but expensive decoration.

The riding outfit fit her very snugly, her waist was cinched so tightly by the belt that one hand could easily wrap around it.

The sun shone brightly that day, etching that scene firmly into the boy's memory. It lingered in his mind for days, making him somewhat impatient.

Why isn't it ready yet?

Shang Jue glanced indifferently at the sun.

When Qi He came out of the inner room, Shang Jue's impatience had reached its peak, and his face had darkened.

But as soon as he looked up, his breath hitched slightly, and he quickly looked away.

Qi He changed into a light purple brocade jacket and skirt, every inch of which was tailored to her figure, with smooth lines and an extremely comfortable fit.

Her skin was already fair, and today the hairdresser had applied a thin layer of powder to cover the dark circles left by insomnia, and the corners of her eyes seemed to have been lightly outlined with incense.

Qi He's almond-shaped eyes, which were usually slightly lowered, were slightly raised today, elevating their captivating beauty and allure to a whole new level.

With just a glance, the charm that flows between her brows and eyes is breathtaking.

Qi He was clearly very satisfied with her appearance today, and looked at herself in the carriage window several times after getting on the carriage.

Shang Jue noticed that she had secretly glanced at him twice, which made him feel a strange sense of unease and his ears felt hot.

Why is she looking at me?

What does it mean that she looks at me like that?

Qi He was completely unaware of Shang Jue's inner thoughts. She quickly wrote a note and had it handed to Hu Ying in the carriage not far away: "Is he a blockhead? I spent the whole day grooming him, and he didn't even offer a single word of praise?"

Hu Ying's reply arrived in a flash: "Exactly, exactly! How ungrateful! How dare he ignore our princess's breathtaking beauty! Unless he brings me a doctor's medical record, I have every reason to suspect he's blind!"

Hu Ying then asked, "Would you like me to paint a portrait so that we mortals can admire the beauty of this fairy?"

Qi He picked up his brush and drew a picture of a creature that resembled a mythical creature, then sent it over.

Hu Ying's reply instantly caused an uproar: "!!!"

"I knew it would look good, but I didn't expect it to be this good!"

"What kind of breathtakingly beautiful task do you fairies have to perform when you descend to earth? I declare you've already completed that!"

"I still have a life! What good will it do you to die of happiness? Are you really going to go out with that face on your face? Doesn't the Jinling government care? It'll cause trouble!"

Qi He was very pleased with the praise and looked at herself through the car window again.

This time, however, she realized that Shang Jue was looking at her from the faint reflection on the window.

Shang Jue was caught red-handed, without even having time to turn his head to cover his eyes.

Their eyes met briefly in the small patch of shadow cast by the window.

Then, with a "thump," both of their hearts skipped a beat in their chests.

Even after stepping onto the gangway of the pleasure boat, the heat on Qi He's face hadn't dissipated.

What the hell? How could I have been blinded by the male lead for a moment?

Although she liked the character Shang Jue when she read the storybook, he was just a fictional character back then!

Who doesn't like the male lead in a storybook? Who would have thought they'd transmigrate into the book and become the fiancée of a fictional character!

Qi He felt inexplicably depressed, but when she stood on the painted boat and looked at Shang Jue again, that strange feeling of her heart racing disappeared.

So it's an illusion, no, it's definitely an illusion!

Everything on the pleasure boat was furnished to the highest standards, and the private dishes that would normally cost hundreds of taels of silver to enjoy were readily available tonight.

Celebrities gathered, their clothes elegant and their hair flowing, a scene of bustling activity.

As the protagonist of the night, Qi He was surrounded by people from the moment she boarded the ship, and she didn't have a moment to herself.

She had as many as four maids and servants by her side.

All four were shrewd and capable, standing by Qi He's side without leaving her for a moment, watching every drink she drank and every word she said, afraid of making the slightest mistake, which put immense pressure on her.

At this moment, Qi He missed Wang Mama's simple and straightforward nature.

Although Granny Wang liked to court death, Granny Wang didn't torture her!

After an hour, Qi He was slightly tipsy.

Upon seeing this, the head maid immediately sent someone to inform Qi Zheng, and a moment later someone brought over a hangover remedy.

Qi He felt stifled in the cabin and waved her hand, saying she wanted to go outside for some fresh air.

The four were about to follow immediately. Qi He was about to collapse. At this moment, she would be happier standing next to Shang Jue than being surrounded by these four clever maids!

She quickly changed her tune, saying she would go find Shang Jue herself.

The four of them hesitated for a moment, then stepped aside. The second young lady was going to find her husband, and they couldn't very well follow her and annoy her.

Qi He ran to the bathroom in a flash, washed her face, and tried to wake herself up.

Then she quietly found a narrow ladder and crawled onto the deck from the other end.

Just then, she overheard a conversation between two people in the shadows.

"There are too many people; I can't find a chance to make a move."

"Put this packet of medicine on the rim of her cup, it will work very quickly."

"Wait until she faints, then push her into the water, without anyone noticing."

Qi He was a little dizzy and was listening intently, so she didn't notice the wine glass at her feet at all.

"Clang—!"

"Who?!"

Qi He's eyes widened, realizing she had been exposed, and she took off running.

When the two men realized they had been exposed, their faces turned fierce, and they caught up with her in a few steps and grabbed her.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

Qi He felt a sudden darkness before her eyes, and then she lost consciousness.

......

Shang Jue is not a good drinker, so he deliberately avoided toasting occasions tonight.

After finishing with his business clients, he ran into Qi He's head maid. The maid was startled to see him and quickly said, "Young Master, isn't the Second Miss with you? She said she came looking for you."

Shang Jue frowned slightly: "I didn't see her tonight."

The maid's expression changed.

Shang Jue seemed to sense something was wrong as well, and a bad premonition suddenly welled up in his heart.

Soon, the guards on the ship began searching for Qi He.

But Qi He seemed to have vanished into thin air, leaving no trace.

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