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

Qi He realized something: Shang Jue seemed to always think that the reason she was annoyed was because of the play "Changbanpo".

So when the two arrived at the backyard flower hall, the play was changed to a newly arranged "Fallen Flowers Romance".

The play opens with a down-on-his-luck scholar marrying into a wealthy family and becoming the son-in-law of a rich heiress.

Then the young lady became pregnant with the scholar's child, but she was arrogant and looked down on her son-in-law.

Later, the scholar discovered that the person who saved him from the fire was not the young lady, but her half-sister.

Qi He's lips twitched as she watched; the more she looked at the plot, the more familiar it seemed.

Later, when the scholar slapped the young lady hard for the sake of his half-sister, she was struck dumb, her body trembling as she murmured, "Impossible! How could you be the Marquis of Zhenbei, the commander of the Northern Iron Cavalry?!"

Qi He was deeply shocked.

Isn't this that made-up novel called "The Iron-Blooded Marquis of Zhenbei" that she was following in the folk tales a few days ago?

This ridiculous story has actually been adapted into a play!

She didn't catch up with him, but unexpectedly, the ending of the play took a dramatic turn. It turned out that the scholar had mistaken the person again, and it was all a trap set by his half-sister. The arrogant young lady was the one who truly cared for him.

Unfortunately, Qianjin was utterly despondent and forced to jump off a cliff, where she was shattered to pieces.

The scholar was left on the cliff, screaming in anguish, "No—!"

The plot was so outrageous that Qi He almost burst out laughing.

The play even ended with "Stay tuned for the next episode"—how can this piece of junk possibly have a next episode?

Qi He felt deeply concerned about the current state of opera performances and couldn't help but mutter, "Is this scholar an idiot?"

She turned to look at Shang Jue and found that although he looked indifferent, he was actually looking very serious.

Oh no, speaking of which, Shang Jue is also a son-in-law. Could he have implicated himself in this situation?

Qi He quickly retracted her previous statement and coughed lightly, "I'm thirsty."

Shang Jue glanced at her indifferently and casually handed her a glass of plum juice.

Qi He lowered her head slightly, took a sip from the rim of the bowl, and mentally gave Shang Jue a five-star rating for his service.

Shang Jue was slightly taken aback, as if he hadn't expected her to drink directly from his hand.

From his angle, Qi He's snow-white skin at the collar was almost dazzling in the dim light, with a faint touch of light pink hidden beneath her deep collar.

As she straightened up, the pink hue disappeared into the shadows of her clothing.

When the play ended, it was already 1:45 PM. Qi He returned to the hall with a slightly empty stomach, but remembering that she and Shang Jue were still in a subtle cold war, she went to the kitchen and found some ingredients.

It's just cooking a meal, who doesn't know how?

In her past life, she was an absolute master at cooking instant noodles.

She boiled water, added noodles, chopped scallions, and cracked eggs, following the cook's recipe step by step.

Two quarters of an hour later, she threw the mushy mess, pot and lid together, into the slop bucket and decisively ordered her maid to go to a restaurant outside to order some food.

Yes, sometimes you shouldn't force yourself.

She has plenty of money anyway, why should she suffer like this?

At this time, the restaurant mainly served heavily oiled and spicy braised meats, which Qi He found unappetizing.

Under the lamplight, Shang Jue caught a glimpse of her leaning against the table, her brows furrowed and her sighs deep. She picked up the menu handed to her by the maid and put it down again, while her other hand rested on her stomach and gently circled it.

Shang Jue walked to the stove, intending to quickly clean up the little bit of dough that Qi He had ruined.

When I turned around, the stove was empty, and the clay pot and a lump of batter lay entangled in a bucket in the corner, announcing its tragic end.

"I'm hungry," Qi He said, her tone both defiant and assertive. "This pot isn't working properly; I can't even cook the noodles properly."

Shang Jue fell silent.

Qi He looked at him silently, and after a long while, she managed to say, "I want to go out for a late-night snack."

"It's very late..."

"Um?"

......

After a stick of incense had burned, the carriage slowly drove out of Qianjin Tower and stopped in front of a bustling street.

The riverside night market is quite famous in Nanjing. It is also next to several academies and painting studios, and many young students and painters come here in the evening to find food.

Besides Qi He's carriage, there were many other carriages with red wheels and canopies parked along the street.

For the wealthy young men, the nightlife of extravagance and debauchery is just beginning.

Qi He ordered a bowl of hand-cut pickled cabbage and beef shank noodles with an egg, and also ordered a few skewers of grilled meat.

I felt the roasted meat was greasy at home, but everything smelled delicious as soon as I stepped outside.

Before long, the waiter brought the noodles over and gently placed them in front of Qi He. He also set out the chopsticks and wiped the soup spoon for her. Before Shang Jue could, he even placed a handkerchief next to Qi He's hand so that she could rest her wrist on it.

Shang Jue's hand froze in mid-air.

"Miss, we also have some fruit wine here. Would you like a glass?"

The waiter was a handsome young man who bent over to speak to Qi He, so attentive that Qi He felt a little embarrassed.

Then Shang Jue's icy voice rang out: "Does your restaurant only serve this one table?"

The waiter blushed, choked on his words, and retreated with a forced smile.

Qi He, biting her bamboo chopsticks, said, "Why are you yelling at him? I think he served him quite well."

Shang Jue lifted his eyelids slightly: "If he doesn't leave soon, I think he's planning to feed you."

Qi He thought to herself, "Why are you being so fierce, you bastard? You get upset just because others are nice to her, don't you?"

She silently poked at the noodles in the bowl, picked out one or two strands and bit them off, assuming in her heart that she had bitten off Shang Jue's neck.

After a while, the waiter returned, his cheeks slightly flushed, and placed a glass of chilled plum drink next to Qi He: "I saw that you ordered roasted meat, and I was worried that you might find it too greasy, so the kitchen prepared a glass of this to help you cut through the richness."

Qi He looked at him with surprise and smiled, "Thank you. How much is this drink? I'll have my maid pay for it."

The waiter didn't say anything, but just walked away shyly with the tray in his arms.

Qi He's bad mood from the evening vanished, and she took a delicious sip.

Shang Jue remained expressionless, not touching a single piece of the roasted meat on the table.

Qi He took a sip of noodle soup, her gaze lingering on the skewers of roasted meat.

He glanced at the roasted meat, then at Shang Jue with a reserved look, his implication couldn't be clearer.

No way, no way, there really isn't someone who wouldn't take meat skewers off their fiancée while they're out, is there?

To everyone's surprise, Shang Jue coldly asked, "Are your eyes bothered?"

Qi He: "..."

When the young waiter passed by again, Qi He smiled brightly, and the young man was so dazzled by her beautiful face that he stopped breathing for a moment.

"Hey buddy, my arms are really sore, it's hard for me to take the meat skewers off the grill. Could you help me remove the bamboo skewers?"

She glanced at Shang Jue, her eyes slightly upturned, revealing a cunning and lively expression, clearly a provocation.

Shang Jue's expression darkened. Just as the waiter was about to agree, he suddenly felt two cold, piercing gazes pierce him, making his back tremble.

Although the young man was eager to serve the beauty, he didn't want to lose his life for no reason.

This person looks really scary.

"Hmph!" Qi He noticed his predicament and didn't press him any further.

You bastard, you can't even take a joke, who are you glaring at!

It's kind of scary, though. I guess I'll glare at her like that when I throw her off the cliff later...

Thinking of the fate of her original wife, Qi He's mood plummeted. Even her arrogant demeanor weakened, and she stopped acting up, obediently reaching for the meat skewers.

Before his hand could even touch the bamboo skewer, Shang Jue intercepted it halfway.

Although the boy didn't speak, his actions left no room for argument. He removed the skewers and oil from several of her favorite vegetarian dishes, arranged them neatly on a plate, and pushed it in front of her.

Qi He looked down at the neatly arranged roasted dishes on the plate, and for a moment she didn't know what to say.

She had thought that Shang Jue would fight her to the bitter end, but to her surprise, he gave in first.

She glanced at him furtively. Shang Jue's expression remained unchanged as he poured himself a cup of tea, as if nothing had happened.

Qi He muttered, "You're smart to know what's good for you."

After saying that, he picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of roasted lotus root, and put it in his mouth.

The taste was even better than what the waiter had just recommended.

Her slight displeasure was quietly suppressed by a few pieces of roasted vegetables.

A night breeze swept across the river, carrying moisture and the smell of cooking fires, which somewhat dispelled the subtle tension between the two.

Qi He ate her noodles quietly, while Shang Jue sat opposite her drinking tea, occasionally pushing the cold roasted dishes closer to her.

No one spoke again, but the silence was no longer as sharp as it had been before.

......

After Qixi Festival, Shang Jue's eighteenth birthday is also approaching.

When Qi He visited Shang Yue that time, she promised to take her out for a stroll.

So after leaving the martial arts school in the morning, I had a whole half-day free.

As the day Shang Jue came of age drew closer, Qi He went to the martial arts school and practiced swimming more and more frequently.

At the same time, she began to seriously plan her next move after she fled.

Although she felt that her relationship with Shang Jue was not as tense as before, she could not guarantee that these things were true.

In the original work, the male protagonist's two most important traits are that he holds grudges and always seeks revenge, so Shang Jue will definitely not let her go.

This is a male-oriented novel; anyone who offends the male lead will either have their entire family killed or be cursed to death by the readers.

Fortunately, Qi He has stopped offending him, and the Qi family has not treated him unfairly, even handing over their business to him.

Compared to the Qi family, they are relatively safe.

All she cared about was escaping.

Qi Zheng is the Marquis of Zhennan. In his previous life, he was angered to death by the original owner of the body. Shang Jue would have to think twice before seeking revenge.

Thinking of Qi Zheng, Qi He sighed heavily again.

Her adopted brother is incredibly good to her; if possible, it would be wonderful if they could remain siblings for life.

She saved all the monthly allowance Qi Zheng gave her, and used a portion of it to find a reliable shop through Hu Ying to lend at interest. After she ran away, she kept this as her private savings.

If Jue inherits the business in the future, his power will not be underestimated. He will definitely not be able to stay in Jinling and will have no choice but to run south.

I'm just a little reluctant to give up these comfortable and happy days.

After practicing the high platform dive into the water several times and explaining to her master a hundred and one times that she really didn't intend to travel the world performing arts, Qi He went to the small courtyard on the outskirts of the city.

Shang Yue was waiting in the courtyard early in the morning. She had even changed into a newly tailored plain-colored silk dress, which made her look exceptionally pretty.

Shang Yue was delighted by Qi He's arrival.

Qi He felt that this girl genuinely liked him, so he kept trying to find things to talk about along the way, being careful not to upset her.

Qi He also learned about Shang Yue's illness, which was said to be some kind of bone paralysis, and she was currently taking medicine and being kept on a ventilator.

Even if he takes medicine like this now, he can only prolong his life for three to five years. If he cannot be cured, he can only wait to die.

Qi He sighed and patted Shang Yue's head.

How come this child has the same miserable fate as me?

She softened her heart and took Shang Yue directly to Jinxiufang, a business under Mingheng Group, where they bought a bunch of fabrics and jewelry.

Shang Yue only had five taels of silver left over from her daily expenses, which she had saved by being frugal.

"I know my brother doesn't earn much money either, so I don't dare ask him for more. Five taels a month is enough for me." When Qi He heard Shang Yue blush as she told him about her expenses, her conscience was tormented like never before.

Compared to Shang Yue, she was simply a heartless and ruthless bully.

She clutched her chest, took out a five-hundred-tael silver note, and had her maid deliver it to Shang Jue.

You can suffer, but you can't let Shang Yue suffer!

......

In the council hall of Juxian Trading Company, Shang Jue was reconciling accounts with several managers when a letter suddenly arrived.

Upon opening the package, Shang Jue found it was written in Qi He's handwriting, along with a five-hundred-tael silver note: "This is a reward for you, to add to your monthly allowance."

For a moment, the tent was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The managers watched as the head steward, without batting an eye, folded the letter neatly and tucked it into his sleeve, then coughed lightly and said, "Continue."

But a thin blush was clearly visible on the base of his ears, though the candlelight was dim and no one noticed.