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

In the evening, her grandmother couldn't bear to let Qi He leave and insisted that she stay.

Qi He had no choice but to continue the lovey-dovey act until 7 PM before returning to her room with Shang Jue under the old lady's earnest gaze.

It was the same room as last time, probably reserved specifically for her.

Several old women were standing at the door, and they all had smiles on their faces when they saw Qi He and Shang Jue coming over, which was a bit creepy.

Not only that, several old women even called Shang Jue aside and said something to him.

Anyway, Shang Jue's face was flushed when he came back.

Qi He pushed open the door and went in, a thought inexplicably popping into her mind—

What's the point of this? Why force them to share a room?

She was so shocked by her own words that she quickly suppressed her thoughts.

When they were at Qianjin Tower, she and Shang Jue lived separately. Having had the experience of sharing a courtyard last time, Qi He wasn't surprised.

When the two finished washing up and Shang Jue opened the cabinet door, he found that the shelf where the bedding should have been folded was empty.

Qi He had already changed into her nightgown and was lying on the tatami. Because there were other people around, she was too embarrassed to roll around like usual, and only yawned as she turned to the side: "What's wrong?"

He can stay awake all day after performing; he truly deserves to be called the male lead.

"The bedding in the cupboard is gone; Grandmother must have had it taken away," Shang Jue replied casually.

Qi He sat up straight after hearing this.

With no bedding left, where will Shang Jue sleep?

"I'll sleep on the couch," Shang Jue said, and walked towards the narrow couch by the window.

Qi He glanced at it; that narrow couch was never meant for sleeping overnight. It was so narrow that even she, let alone Shang Jue, couldn't stretch her arms and legs out on it.

She touched the tip of her nose: "How about... you sleep in the bed?"

Shang Jue turned to look at her.

Qi He added, "I meant we should share a bed; I didn't mean I'd sleep on that narrow bed for you."

Don't misunderstand, she would rather die than sleep on that bed.

It's so narrow, wouldn't you have a sore back and aching waist after sleeping there all night?

Shang Jue stood there for a moment, his expression subtle, but he didn't move.

Qi He asked once but received no response. The second time, annoyed, she said, "Are you going to sleep or not? I'm sleepy. If you're not going to sleep, turn off the light. Don't just stand there. What, are you going to keep watch for me?"

Shang Jue slowly walked to the edge of the bed, looking down at her with a hint of mockery: "I'm just confirming one thing... are you still putting on an act?"

Qi He rolled her eyes.

What kind of play is it?

She's not that dedicated.

She was so annoyed by his words that she didn't want to talk to him anymore, so she turned over and went to sleep with her back to him.

You bastard, sleep if you want, don't sleep if you don't want to.

The ancients were such a hassle. It was just lying in a bed to sleep, but they made it sound like they were going to take off their clothes and have sex.

We're just a couple who've put together a bed, put it together, and then sleep in it.

A moment later, the oil lamp went out with a "poof," and the curtains slowly closed.

Qi He had a habit of leaving a small nightlight on when she slept. In the dim, yellowish light, she could only make out a blurry outline of Shang Jue.

Soon, the other side of the bed sank slightly, the corner of the blanket was lifted, and the warmth of another person was clearly felt.

What a strange feeling...

Qi He has never slept with anyone before in her entire life.

Can anyone tell her why that bastard is so hot? She can only feel waves of heat constantly drifting towards her.

Are you a furnace that has become a spirit?

Qi He stared wide-eyed, unable to sleep.

She admitted that sharing a bed was more difficult than she had imagined.

"Feed".

"Hmm?" Shang Jue responded.

"Could you please turn off your heating function?"

Business Strategies: "..."

It got even hotter in no time!

......

The next morning, Qi He had dark circles under her eyes, clearly indicating that she hadn't slept well.

In contrast, Shang Jue acted as if nothing had happened, getting up and washing himself, leaving Qi He feeling irritated and with nowhere to vent her anger.

She couldn't sleep, all because of that bastard! She finally managed to fall asleep next to the stove, but then she had nightmares all night!

He was fighting snakes in his dreams, and now seeing Shang Jue's nonchalant face, he was both afraid of him and annoyed that he had slept so soundly.

Hmph, sleeping while smelling my fragrance, this bastard is really living the good life.

When Shang Jue returned from washing up, Miss Qi was still sitting on the couch, her hair disheveled from sleep, each strand sticking out in all directions as if it had its own ideas.

As the morning light fell, it gave her a touch of innocent charm that was rarely seen on her usual face.

Shang Jue had seen her in all sorts of glamorous and dazzling ways outside. Every time she went out, even the smallest details, like a button, had to be carefully selected by her maid. This was the first time he had ever seen her like this, with a bare face and wearing a smoky pink nightgown.

Qi He asked irritably, "Where are my shoes?"

Shang Jue looked down at the pair of embroidered shoes right next to her feet, and after confirming that she was throwing a tantrum, he half-squatted down and placed both shoes in front of her.

Qi He seemed quite pleased with his tact, her morning grumpiness subsided a bit, and she grumbled, "It's all your fault, you kept me awake last night."

Shang Jue paused, then looked up at her.

Qi He didn't realize there was anything ambiguous about what he said.

Shang Jue spoke slowly and deliberately: "Too comfortable to sleep?"

Before Qi He could react, he had already grabbed her ankle, put her shoes on, and added, "If you say things like that, other people will probably think I'm very capable."

Qi He realized what was happening, and her face turned bright red with a bang.

Ughhhh—you bastard!

You dare to flirt with me?

Very well, you're out of money next month!

......

Ever since returning from the eastern suburbs, Qi He has given Shang Jue a cold shoulder for seven or eight days in a row.

Even when we meet, I'm too lazy to call him by name; I just say "Feed" or "that guy."

Hu Ying was always perceptive in this matter. Noticing that she had recently become disdainful of mentioning Shang Jue, she immediately corrected her stance and firmly stood on her side.

However, these days Shang Jue has to go south on business, and he'll be gone for about ten days, so the two of them don't see each other very often.

Qi He had been holding back for several days, but finally couldn't resist handing Hu Ying a letter, briefly explaining the situation, and concluding with a haughty and aloof comment: "Is he perhaps mentally unstable?"

After reading it, Hu Ying silently thought to herself: Is it really necessary to be so angry? It's just that your fiancé made a witty remark to you...

Of course, she couldn't say that to her face, so she wrote back: "Exactly, exactly, how can men be so ordinary yet so confident?"

Upon hearing this, Qi He felt somewhat displeased: "It's not exactly ordinary, is it?"

Although that dog is a dog, he is good-looking and has outstanding abilities, much better than most men in the Great Jing Dynasty.

In Qi He's heart, Qi Zheng ranked first, followed by a little male dog from Qianjinlou, and then Shang Jue.

That's really impressive!

Hu Ying put down her pen and sighed silently.

Woman, what exactly do you want from me?!

Qi He's protective instincts lasted only a moment before she began to berate Shang Jue again.

Hu Ying had no choice but to go along with the young lady who was in a fit of anger: "You wouldn't do something like this without ten years of brain damage!"

"You were in such a rush this morning, did you forget everything at home?"

"You can skip meals, but you can't skip using your brain!"

"Men's heads are like detachable parts; sometimes they bring them, sometimes they forget. You'll have to remind him to bring them next time."

After Hu Ying finished cursing Shang Jue, Qi He felt much better. She came out of the martial arts school, waved, and the carriage stopped in front of her. They drove towards Qianjinlou.

When she arrived at the backyard, she felt something was amiss. There was an unfamiliar blue-curtained carriage in the carriage shed.

When she entered the hall, the floor was covered with brocade boxes and paper packages, and a glance revealed that they were all shops whose names she could recognize.

Qi He looked up and saw her husband, who had been away on a business trip for more than half a month, standing in front of the stove washing rice. He was dressed casually in a white shirt and black pants with a dark apron tied around his waist.

The aroma of food wafted from the stove.

Qi He nudged the brocade box beside her feet with her toe, her anger subsiding somewhat, but she still said coldly, "Is the Qi family starving? Have you switched to being a peddler?"

Shang Jue didn't even turn his head: "If you don't like it, just throw it away."

Qi He cursed inwardly, "Who said they didn't want it!"

That bastard can't even take a joke.

She ultimately succumbed to the allure of these fine silks, satins, pearls, and jade ornaments.

As she unpacked the box, she inwardly berated herself. She knew perfectly well that Shang Jue's methods of coaxing her with these things were very shallow, but unfortunately, she was just that easy to fool.

Needless to say, she already had some of the items that Shang Jue bought, but a few were new styles.

She particularly liked one of the necklaces set with a ruby, mainly because the gemstone was quite large.

She had just seen in Hu Ying's letter that a very rare ruby ​​had been found in the south. She never expected that Shang Jue would make a special trip to the auction to have it set and bring it back to her.

Qi He's vanity was subtly at play, and he took out the collar button and examined it over and over, wishing he could call the whole city to see it.

But when it came time to write the letter to show off, she glanced up at Shang Jue, who was busy by the stove, and put the letter down again.

Half an hour later, Qi He sat demurely at the table, arranged the bowls and plates, sketched the dishes, added a few strokes to the pattern of the ruby ​​collar button, and sent it to her close girlfriends to show them.

She hadn't tasted Shang Jue's cooking in a long time, and today she managed to finish a whole bowl of rice. With her slightly bloated stomach, she leaned back in her chair to digest.

The invitation she just sent out didn't have much written on it, only a drawing of a ruby ​​necklace and a simple sketch of a dish of food, with the word "gift" written below.

The news spread rapidly, and within half a day, replies poured in like snowflakes.

Qi He opened the envelopes and saw that they were all addressed to her: "Second Miss is so lucky."

However, some letters with ill intentions were also mixed in—

"Second Miss, you've worked hard. The chef should make sure you're well-nourished."

"My father hunted a male deer a few days ago, and he used the deer penis to make wine. I'll send some over to you so that Shang Jue can have a couple of sips."

"Be mindful of moderation."

Qi He expressionlessly stacked the invitation aside, about to erupt, when Shang Jue spoke up calmly from the side: "I don't need deer antler velvet."

Qi He was stunned for a moment, then gritted his teeth.

That bastard, how dare he read her letter!

You've already looked at it, so why did you only look at this?

Qi He sneered, feeling that she couldn't lose face, and was about to speak when Shang Jue stopped her.

"Qi He".

Shang Jue had already cleared away the dishes and asked from afar, "Grandmother asked when we should have the betrothal ceremony. Do you have any ideas?"