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

"Second Sister, how can Shang Jue go to the banquet like this? No matter how much you dislike him, it's not wise to make a move today, is it?"

Qi Lanlan's voice startled Shang Jue, who was still half asleep on the bed.

The warm bedding and the spacious, bright room made Shang Jue feel dazed for a moment, almost as if he were still dreaming.

Qi He and Qi Lanlan have been at odds since childhood. In addition, Qi Lanlan was born to a concubine and was only recognized as an illegitimate daughter of the Qi family later, so she has never been well received by the Qi family.

As Qi He's personal nanny, Granny Wang naturally didn't treat Qi Lanlan well.

"This is my second young lady's business; third young lady, you should save your breath!"

Qi Lanlan always liked to present a gentle and innocent image, not arguing with the servants, so she pretended not to hear Wang Mama's offense.

Qi He sat calmly, saying in a pretentious tone, "I know what I'm doing. No one will die. Even if I did kill someone, would the Qi family severely punish me?"

Of course, I also received nine years of compulsory education, and I would never do anything that would disregard human life.

However, she couldn't say it because of her public image.

Upon hearing her words that she regarded human life as worthless, Shang Jue couldn't help but sneer and chuckle.

Qi He's animalistic intuition was frighteningly sharp; she immediately felt as if two cold knives were pressed against her back, and the hairs on her body stood on end.

She turned her head away, and Shang Jue's face still had that cold, lifeless look; he lay there half-dead.

Qi He's memory, as if by conditioned reflex, brought up the ending from the original story for her.

The icy cold water, the excruciating pain of being bitten by a venomous snake, the endless despair, and finally, the nonchalant smile that lingered on Shang Jue's face.

Qi He's face turned pale instantly, and her stomach churned, feeling like it was churning.

Fearing she might lose her composure on the spot, she quickly stood up and hurriedly left the room.

He looked as if he had been angered by Shang Jue's attitude and left.

Seeing this, Granny Wang glared fiercely at Shang Jue and spat, "You little beast! You better watch yourself!"

The door clicked shut from the outside.

Suddenly, only Shang Jue and Qi Lanlan remained in the room.

It was so quiet that even the soft crackling of the charcoal brazier could be heard clearly.

Shang Jue spoke first.

His cold gaze fell on Qi Lanlan's neck, where a faint red rope was visible through her collar.

It's like the one I saw in that half-dreaming, half-awake state.

The young man's thin lips moved slightly, and he sparingly uttered two words: "Thank you."

Shang Jue looked at him indifferently. Both of them were raised by the Qi family, but Qi Lanlan was a hundred times better than that good-for-nothing.

Qi Lanlan was slightly taken aback, then let out a soft breath, a gentle smile on her face, accepting his kindness: "We're family, no need for formalities, no need for thanks, don't be so polite."

She opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something more, but Shang Jue had already propped himself up and swayed as he got off the bed.

Qi Lanlan instinctively reached out to help.

Although the boy had not yet fully grown up, he was already half a head taller than her, with sharp features, and the handsome features that would later take shape were already beginning to take shape.

Shang Jue avoided his hand, reverting to her extremely indifferent demeanor. "Men and women should be kept separate; there's no need for you to trouble yourself, Third Miss."

He had no good feelings towards the Qi family.

Even though Qi Lanlan had just given him his medicine.

Qi Lanlan's hand froze in mid-air for a moment. Realizing that Shang Jue wasn't very familiar with her in this life, she said softly, "We're family, so you should recover first. I'll be going now."

After saying that, Qi Lanlan turned and left.

After Qi Lanlan left, Shang Jue did not linger in the side room.

He sneered inwardly.

Qi He's brain was damaged in the fall, and the fact that she didn't drag him off the bed and throw him out just now doesn't mean she can tolerate him sleeping in the side room indefinitely.

Are you just lying here and not moving, waiting for Qi He to settle scores later?

Without saying a word, Shang Jue opened the door and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Not far away, Qi Lanlan gripped the railing tightly, her eyes never leaving Shang Jue.

The gentle expression on her face vanished completely, replaced by a look of ecstatic joy—a joy born of relief and disbelief!

The Seventeen-Year-Old Business Master!

That man who has not yet become the head of a business in the capital, the future ruthless and decisive Yama who can turn the world upside down with a flick of his wrist—is now only seventeen years old and still a son-in-law in the Qi family!

Qi Lanlan never imagined that she would be given a second chance at life.

Yes, she was reborn.

In her past life, she was clearly a shrewd and talented businesswoman, but because she was a concubine's daughter, the Qi family only gave her a few dilapidated shops.

Meanwhile, her stupid and clumsy second sister, Qi He, was able to easily obtain what he could never reach even after a lifetime of effort.

Not only that, Qi He angered his elder brother Qi Zheng to death. After seizing control of the Qi family, instead of managing it properly, he squandered the entire family fortune.

What's even more terrifying is that no one expected that the poor boy who married into the Qi family back then was actually Shang Jue, the eldest son of a merchant from the capital who had been living away from home!

Fortunately, Shang Jue treated her well; before going to the capital, he even left her a letter.

The reason she became an exception in Shang Jue's heart was because in his previous life, when Shang Jue had a high fever, she had brought him a bowl of hot medicine.

"If it weren't for that accident..."

Thinking of this, Qi Lanlan's expression became even more ferocious.

She was unwilling to accept it; it was Qi He who should have died!

Recalling her past life, a thin layer of cold sweat appeared on Qi Lanlan's fair cheeks.

She clutched her collar tightly, panting heavily.

Having been given a second chance at life, he absolutely cannot let his fate repeat itself!

Her useless second sister, Qi He, played a significant role in causing the Qi family to fall into such a state.

As long as she dies...

Qi Lanlan's eyes darkened slightly.

She has memories of her previous life in her mind, and she can definitely replan the accident from that life.

As long as Qi He dies, the Qi family will be hers, and Shang Jue will be hers too!

If Shang Jue could remember a bowl of medicine, what could Qi Lanlan, who had been reborn, possibly give him? It was far more than just a bowl of medicine.

Qi Lanlan's heart pounded. She was determined to hold onto Shang Jue tightly!

"Qi He..."

......

Qi He returned to her room and asked Granny Wang to boil a bowl of ginger and brown sugar water to ward off the cold. Only then did she slowly exhale and begin to sort out the general plot of "The Poisonous Son-in-Law of a General's Family".

In the original story, Shang Jue returned to the capital shortly after reaching adulthood, seized the right to inherit the Shang family business, and then, in just six months, destroyed the Qi family.

There are only three years left until Shang Jue comes of age.

Qi Hesheng analyzed with despair that the root cause of Shang Jue's ruthless pursuit of the Qi family was himself, the second young lady of the Qi family, who was like a black lotus flower.

From the beginning to the end, the original owner tormented and humiliated the male protagonist in every way, steadily garnering 90% of the hatred.

When she transmigrated, the original owner had already offended Shang Jue terribly, and it was too late to rebuild her goodwill from scratch.

Only one remains—

Better late than never!

Before Shang Jue gained power.

I do not seek merit, but only to atone for my past sins.

When the time comes, he can inherit his business, take the position of Grand Secretary, have the Qi family as his backing, and possess a whole set of modern knowledge. He might just be able to live a good life.

Granny Wang placed the ginger soup on the table and reminded her, "Second Miss, there's a family dinner tonight."

Qi He sighed after hearing this, and decided to take it one step at a time.

When she was changing her clothes, she noticed that she had a red string hanging around her neck, hidden under her collar, with a piece of warm jade tied to the end.

Qi He has never liked wearing such trinkets, and reached out to take them off.

Seeing this, Granny Wang curled her lip and said, "It's good that the Second Miss took it off, so that she won't wear the same style as that lowly Qi Lanlan and lower her status."

As Qi He listened, Granny Wang began to complain again: "The eldest young master is really something. These two pieces of jade were clearly coming-of-age gifts from the old master to you and the eldest young master. I never expected that on the day Qi Lanlan was recognized and returned to the Qi family, the eldest young master would give the jade to her. Such precious things! The old master said that they were obtained from Baifu Temple and can ward off evil spirits. How could Qi Lanlan be worthy of wearing these?"

To ward off evil spirits?

Qi He was startled and quickly took off the red string.

You absolutely must not wear this!

If it really has some kind of power to ward off evil, what will become of her soul from another world that has been resurrected in another body?

......

The winter evening came exceptionally early, and a dim, dark blue hue enveloped the entire Qi family's old house, with warm-colored lanterns lighting up one by one.

Qi He changed into a pomegranate red brocade jacket and skirt, and wore a dark blue fur cloak over it before coming out from the main gate.

As soon as she appeared, the maids immediately and orderly raised an oil-paper umbrella to separate Qi He from the heavy snow.

A sedan chair was parked not far away, with two tall guards standing in front of it.

Beside the guard stood a seventeen-year-old boy.

He stood there wearing only a thin blue cloth robe, his expression stern, with a thin layer of snow covering his shoulders and the top of his hair.

This is precisely the secret of business.

The wind and snow raged, and the weather was freezing cold.

No one held an umbrella for him.