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

After Shang Jue finished speaking, Qi He simply said in a haughty and aloof manner, "I'll think about it," and then turned and left.

In Miss Qi's dictionary, "considering" is basically equivalent to "reciting every word a man says verbatim to his best friend, then dissecting and analyzing it word by word, even deducing what he was thinking at the time."

Although Shang Jue was not her sweetheart, given their complicated and intertwined relationship, these rules still applied.

Qi He sent a message to Hu Ying, relaying it verbatim, but adding, "Should I go or not?"

Hu Ying received Qi He's message and was deeply impressed.

Take a deep breath, pick up your pen and start writing—

"If I may ask, what do you take me for? Why do you keep provoking me?"

Okay, I know you two have a great relationship!

Not only that, I also know that you kissed and stuck your tongues out!

Can you please just leave me alone?!

Am I part of your fun too?!

Qi He remained completely unmoved by the accusation; a girl is just a figurehead.

Actually, I don't really want to go.

As soon as the second young lady said this, Hu Ying immediately understood.

To deal with Qi He's temper, there's only one way: go along with it.

Just coax them!

Hu Ying immediately replied: "Exactly! Your fiancé is so tactless. He didn't even think to bring a bouquet of flowers before inviting you out to the opera? It's already this late, and he didn't even tell you earlier. Don't we young ladies have time to get ready and choose our clothes?"

Qi He replied, "But he begged me so much, wouldn't he be very sad if I didn't go?"

Upon seeing the letter, Hu Ying quickly wrote another one: "I knew you should go, after all, today is Qixi Festival. Your fiancé is so busy he barely has time to breathe, yet he still found time to invite you. What an amazing couple! I'm almost moved to tears!"

The speed at which he changed his expression was truly exceptional.

Qi He stood in front of her dressing table, setting the letter aside. While choosing clothes, she asked her maid to relay a message: "Do you think I should change my clothes?"

Hu Ying's letter came back quickly: "Of course we have to change! This is a proper appointment!"

Qi He remembered that Hu Ying also had a date tonight, so she felt a little embarrassed to bother her any longer. After chatting for a few minutes, she dismissed the maid and casually gave her a hairpin as a reward.

The two words "to keep the appointment" in Hu Ying's letter kept lingering in her mind.

She had just put on a newly tailored lotus-root-colored silk robe when her fingers paused and she withdrew them.

and many more!

What am I doing?

Am I stupid?

Going to the opera with that dog-hole thing and even going to the trouble of choosing clothes, what kind of logic is that?

Qi He immediately turned around and walked out of the dressing room without expression.

She threw herself onto the couch, grabbed an embroidered pillow, and buried her face in it, wishing she could suffocate herself until she lost her memory.

Quickly forget about the time you spent picking out clothes to go out with Shang Jue to see a play.

Although no one saw it, Qi He felt that she had experienced another extremely embarrassing situation.

She suspected that Shang Jue might have drugged her, the kind of drug that could cloud one's mind and perhaps even lower one's IQ.

"That bastard!"

......

After a stick of incense had burned, she rallied and returned to her dressing room.

What does her dressing up have to do with Guan Shangjue?

A beautiful woman must be exquisite from head to toe.

Qi He deftly chose a light green thin silk jacket, over which she wore a plain white inner garment, the collar slightly open, revealing a section of her snow-white neck.

She looks refreshing and pretty.

Her skin was already fair, and the light green color made it appear even more translucent and ethereal.

This outfit may seem casual at first glance, but it reveals a clever intention to "carefully put together an outfit while pretending to be nonchalant."

Qi He stood in front of the bronze mirror for a moment, then took out a pair of thick-soled embroidered shoes with hidden heels from the drawer.

She's decided to go for a mature, sophisticated look today!

Wearing height-increasing shoes, you'll be roughly 1.7 meters tall!

When it came time to choose accessories, she opted for the sachet over earrings.

Why wear such flashy earrings?

Miss Qi Er said this while looking at the box full of pearls and jade.

By the time Shang Jue received Qi He's reply, an hour had passed.

Miss Qi condescended to sit in the hall, indicating that since you were the one who asked first, I couldn't refuse you.

Shang Jue noticed that she had changed her incense today. She usually liked to use the sweet osmanthus scent, but today it was a crisp plum scent, sweet and sour, which suited the season.

After Qi He finished speaking, she asked in a nonchalant tone, "What kind of opera are you going to see? Have you made your decision?"

Shang Jue said, "The Battle of Changban."

Qi He was speechless, finding the male lead's taste in men very questionable.

Shouldn't we listen to things like "The Romance of the Western Chamber" on Qixi Festival?

Oh well, it's the bastard who's going to pay anyway.

Qi He said, "Whatever you say, when do you want to leave?"

Shang Jue looked puzzled: "Let's go?"

Qi He also looked puzzled: "Aren't we going to see a play?"

The hall fell silent for a moment.

Qi He suddenly understood something.

Wait a minute, you bastard, you don't mean listening to opera at home, do you?

Could it be that small stage in the backyard flower hall, which you walk through the corridor to?

Qi He tried to find a trace of denial on Shang Jue's face.

Very good, not a trace.

Shang Jue suddenly felt the air pressure around him drop.

He looked up and saw Qi He get up and walk towards the room with a blank expression.

Shang Jue, somewhat confused, asked, "Aren't you going to listen?"

Listen to me, you big idiot! Go to Changban Slope with your Zhao Zilong!

Go to hell, you bastard! Give me back the time I spent choosing clothes!

Seeing Qi He's expression change faster than the weather in June, Shang Jue hesitated for a moment before asking, "Don't you like listening to 'Changbanpo'?"

Very well, Qi He got even angrier after hearing this.

Will Zhao Zilong accept the order from Jinling?

Could you shoot Shang Jue into the air with one shot?

I'll show you what the real Changban Slope is all about in the next moment!

"We can change the game," Shang Jue added, but for some reason, he felt that his words were meaningless, and Qi He's back view made him even more annoyed.

"Qi He." Shang Jue raised his voice.

Her name seemed to have some kind of magical effect; the moment it was uttered, a certain string in Shang Jue's mind suddenly clicked—

"You want to go outside to listen?"

"Who wants to go outside to listen?" Qi He immediately stopped and said coldly, "Don't flatter yourself."

So that's why she changed into a new outfit; she wanted to go out and listen.

Shang Jue suddenly realized and looked up at her.

When Qi He gets angry, the corners of her eyes will turn slightly red, and he can inexplicably see a hint of grievance in her eyebrows and eyes.

Shang Jue quickly followed her up the stairs and took her wrist.

This was like stirring up a hornet's nest, and Qi He slammed the sachet embroidered with twin lotus flowers onto his shoulder.

"Let go!" Qi He was furious and threw the sachet at her, but she was still not satisfied, so she threw it away as well.

How could such a shameful and self-deceptive act happen to her!

Just thinking about it makes Qi He hate that bastard to death.

Although the sachet was light and didn't have much force, it still messed up Shang Jue's clothes and hair a bit.

Qi He felt a little scared after smashing it, and thought in horror: Oh no, I accidentally hit Shang Jue. Will he fight back?

Shang Jue raised his hand to straighten his clothes. When Qi He saw him move his hand, she took a step back warily, like a startled cat.

"Qi He, I—"

Qi He ran to her room without looking back, entered the bedroom, and slammed the door shut with a "bang".

Judging from the sound of the door slamming, the young lady in the house must be extremely... annoyed.

Qi He felt that if the most embarrassing moments in her life were ranked, tonight's incident would definitely be in the top three.

She mistakenly thought that Shang Jue was going to take her out to see a play, and even changed her clothes and went downstairs, as if the words "I really look forward to going" were written on her forehead.

Help! Did she lose her mind because it's Qixi Festival today?

Besides, she wasn't even hoping for a date. She always dressed up so carefully when she went out with anyone, even if it was just to go to the market, she would change into a neat outfit.

Qi He rolled around awkwardly on the couch, crumpling the brocade quilt into a mess, and buried her face in the pillow, groaning in pain.

Then her wailing was interrupted by a knock on the door.

She sat up alertly, and Shang Jue's voice came from outside the door: "Are you there?"

"Not here, dead!" Qi He said irritably.

Society is dead!

"Then I will report it to the authorities. When the officials arrive, you can explain the situation to them yourself." Shang Jue had his own way of dealing with it.

Qi He gritted her teeth and cursed "bastard" before suddenly pulling open the door.

Actually, the door was only slightly ajar. The cat peeked out furtively and said coldly, "What are you doing!"

She had an arrogant attitude that said, "You bastard, you better explain yourself or I'll never talk to you again."

Shang Jue had no idea what he was doing.

To be precise, he himself didn't understand why he walked to Qi He's door.

Why would I want to explain to her?

He didn't understand, but his body had already done it.

"It's not that I don't want to take you outside, it's just that it's too late today, and all the theaters in town are full. Don't you dislike crowds and noise? Can't we listen at home?"

Qianjinlou maintains its own opera troupe, capable of performing any opera available in the market.

Qi He still refused to widen the crack in the door, but after hearing Shang Jue's explanation, her guard visibly relaxed.

It has to be said that Shang Jue's offer of a way out allowed her to regain some face.

Seeing that she was starting to waver, Shang Jue coaxed her in a tone he himself didn't even realize was, "I've had plum soup prepared."

His voice was usually cold, but now it was lowered, revealing a youthful gentleness.

"I don't like plum soup." Qi He chuckled. Was she that easy to coax?

"What about chilled plum juice?" Shang Jue asked, his eyelashes lowered as his gaze fell on her face.

"With crushed ice?"

"add."

Qi He opened the door: "I want to add four yuan."

Shang Jue wanted to say that eating too much ice is bad, but he swallowed the words back and finally managed to coax the person out of the house.

He recalled that he had just inexplicably flipped through a few pages of a popular book titled "Tips for Getting Along with Your New Wife," the first of which was: frequently compliment your wife's appearance, pay attention to what new clothes she wears, and offer a few words of praise when appropriate.

Shang Jue opened his mouth, using the same old trick: "You look very beautiful today."

Qi He was rendered speechless by him.

Who doesn't know that Miss Qi is beautiful?

Could you be any more perfunctory?

The compliments this time were exactly the same as those on my birthday last time.

"If you really don't know how to compliment people, then you don't need to," Qi He said coldly.

Shang Jue didn't understand why she was angry again, so he changed his approach: "You've grown taller."

Hmm, does that seem a bit like it?

Originally, it was just a casual compliment, but after saying it, Shang Jue realized that Qi He, who used to only reach his shoulder, had now reached his chin.

Qi He, who had two pairs of thick-soled embroidered shoes stuffed inside her, gradually turned red at the base of her ears.

"Shut up!!"