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

Qi He had almost forgotten about this matter.

When Shang Jue mentioned it, she paused for a moment, then replied, "Whatever you say."

According to the marriage procedures of the Great Jing Dynasty, once the marriage contract is in place, the next step is for the man and woman to exchange betrothal gifts.

Regardless of whether the wedding ceremony goes through or not, she's going to run away in six months anyway, so the marriage contract is just a piece of paper to her.

......

Shang Jue finally chose a day off to hold the ceremony.

In fact, for him in the past, going through the formalities was just a formality.

But when Manager Liu mentioned the auspicious day for his wedding ceremony with Qi He, Shang Jue, sitting in front of the accountant in the shop, was stunned for a moment.

Uncle Liu said, "Manager, we have no plans for the afternoon of the day after tomorrow. Why don't you and the Second Miss take care of that matter?"

Shang Jue countered with a question: "The afternoon of the day after tomorrow?"

Uncle Liu nodded.

Since Shang Jue took over Mingheng, Uncle Liu has gradually become his confidant, and has vaguely guessed his identity, becoming increasingly loyal.

Shang Jue's attitude towards Qi He was the same as his attitude towards Qi He.

He observed that Shang Jue, being controlled by others, did not think he would care much about this marriage to repay a debt of gratitude.

The business question: "What day is it the afternoon of the day after tomorrow?"

Uncle Liu: "On my day off, I checked the Second Miss's schedule. She doesn't have any banquet scheduled for the afternoon of the day after tomorrow."

Shang Jue: "That's not what I'm asking."

Uncle Liu's words came to an abrupt end.

Shang Jue rested his chin on his hand, tapping his long, slender fingers on the table: "How was the almanac that day?"

Uncle Liu looked bewildered: "The Chinese calendar?"

Shang Jue remained silent, and Uncle Liu's heart skipped a beat as he immediately realized he had spoken out of turn.

"Yes, Manager, I'll go check right away and definitely choose an auspicious day!" A thin layer of sweat had already seeped out from his back.

"I won't remind you a second time. Next time, pack your things and leave." Shang Jue's tone was somewhat cold, and the warning was obvious.

Even after leaving the accounting room, Uncle Liu's wildly beating heart still hadn't calmed down.

Shang Jue had noticed his dismissive attitude towards Qi He before, but he had mostly turned a blind eye and never dared to confront him like this...

Uncle Liu frowned slightly, completely baffled by this change.

......

On the morning of the wedding ceremony, Qi He hesitated for a long time in front of the bronze mirror, wondering whether she should dress more formally.

No, if I dress too formally, that bastard Shang Jue will definitely say something like, "Are you so happy to exchange pleasantries with me?"

She preferred to dress simply rather than let Shang Jue gain the upper hand.

Since Shang Jue is just a son-in-law, he doesn't need to reciprocate after the ceremony, so it's better for him to dress simply.

That bastard doesn't think I care so much.

So she simply changed into an ordinary lotus-root colored jacket, just like usual.

She hesitated for a long time before leaving, but in the end she still put on the ruby ​​necklace that Shang Jue had given her, which made her skin look as white as snow.

As they went downstairs, Shang Jue's gaze lingered on her neckline for a moment before moving away.

Qi He was still not satisfied. Although she was dressed discreetly today, couldn't people tell?

They don't even know how to say a kind word.

She sulked for a while, but her gaze was quickly drawn to the gemstones on the necklace, and she secretly peeked at them through the carriage window several times.

As she alighted from the carriage, the driver lifted the curtain for her and, bowing his head, complimented her, "Second Miss, that chain you're wearing today is truly beautiful; it makes you look radiant."

Qi He was delighted to hear this, thinking to herself, "How come this dog of a man isn't as good at talking as the coachman?"

She didn't show any emotion on her face, but smiled and politely accepted the gift, saying, "Thank you."

Of course I know I'm good-looking.

After saying that, he immediately rewarded the coachman with ten taels of silver.

Only then did Shang Jue realize what Qi He had been sulking about all this time, and he found it somewhat amusing.

Her childish behavior was like a cat with untrimmed nails, scratching at his heart with little force—it didn't hurt, but it made him itch.

After Qi He walked away, Shang Jue glanced at the coachman.

The driver was a kind-hearted middle-aged man whose face was mostly red as he stared straight at Qi He's back.

Shang Jue coldly said, "You no longer need to work at Qianjinlou. Since you're so good at talking, Juxian's carriage company is short of a driver. Go and learn what you should and shouldn't say."

Driver: "..."

The sun and moon bear witness that I have nothing but respect and admiration for the Second Miss!

......

There were quite a few people coming to the yamen to handle documents today, but Qi Zheng had given prior notice, so Qi He and Shang Jue went straight in after they arrived.

Qi He looked around curiously. Whether in her previous life or after transmigrating into the book, this was the first time she had ever been to a place like this.

When painting the wedding portrait, the painter kept telling them to sit closer together.

Qi He was devastated. If it got any closer, it would be sitting on the dog's lap.

It's just a formality, why is it acting like we got our marriage certificate in a past life?

When the first portrait was presented, Qi He paused for a moment, then turned around expressionlessly and asked, "Can you redraw it?"

Shang Jue: "Why redraw it? This one is fine."

Qi He angrily pointed to her face: "My eyes were drawn one big and one small!"

Shang Jue examined them carefully, but couldn't see any difference in size.

Qi He's beauty is recognized as the best in Jinling. Even if someone were to draw a few pictures of her with their eyes closed, they could be used as sample paintings for a painting studio.

However, recalling that Qi He usually painted self-portraits, choosing one out of ten, Shang Jue felt that they were all similar and he couldn't tell which was better.

It seems she is extremely critical of her appearance.

They drew several more times, eventually making a total of twelve, which they then placed in front of Qi He and Shang Jue.

Looking at the twelve portraits that were all very similar, Shang Jue was caught in a dilemma.

Qi He bent down and began to discuss the painting with the young female artist: "This one is not good. The hair bun looks a bit too short, and the face shape is not symmetrical."

"Is the drawing too dense? Is the head too small?"

"Oh, don't worry, young lady. You're already beautiful, I won't draw the background crooked."

Shang Jue sat silently to the side, feeling as if he were listening to a foreign language.

Fifteen minutes later, Qi He finally selected one of the twelve identical portraits that she thought was barely acceptable.

Shang Jue waited patiently for half an hour, and when she said she had chosen, he breathed a sigh of relief without making a sound.

Because of Qi He's status, the marriage certificate was handed to him almost as soon as the portrait was completed, still carrying the scent of ink, one for each of them, Shang Jue and Qi He.

Then came a line of carriages loaded with fine silks and satins rushing toward Qianjinlou.

There were so many things that Qi He was too lazy to even look at them one by one.

Anyway, these are all business secrets, and all she can do is be envious.

It wasn't until late afternoon that the carriages finally drove away from Qianjin Tower.

Is that all the ceremony over?

Qi He still felt a little unreal.

On the way back to Qianjinlou, Qi He asked Shang Jue for his copy of the marriage certificate. She placed the two copies side by side on her lap and drew a picture of the two people getting married.

She spread out the letter paper, drew a portrait, hesitated for a long time, and added a line at the end: "For the rest of my life, I will be guided by Shang Gou Xia Te."

After thinking for a moment, she folded the letter again and put it in her own vanity case.

......

October is already halfway over.

The day before yesterday, Qi He tried jumping into the water from the four-zhang-high artificial mountain. She felt fine, and the nanny praised her for her beautiful way of falling into the water.

It's like frying fish when you fall into the water, splashing water everywhere.

Qi He thought to herself, "The waves at the bottom of Qingshan Stream are quite high. I don't expect to travel the world to make a living, so what if the splashes are bigger?"

After finishing her diving practice, Qi He received an invitation from Lu Jingxing, inviting her to dinner at Qingfeng Tower that evening.

Since the last art exhibition, Lu Jingxing has been finding all sorts of excuses to ask her out. Qi He has used up all the excuses she could think of, and if she keeps refusing, she's afraid it will arouse suspicion.

Ever since Shang Jue and his wife completed their wedding ceremony, the whole of Jinling is buzzing with the news of their harmonious marriage!

terrible!

After thinking about it, she reluctantly accepted Lu Jingxing's invitation.

The meal was extremely awkward.

Throughout the meal, Lu Jingxing kept bringing up their childhood memories, repeatedly recounting their old friendship.

Qi He buried his head in his food, but it tasted bland. He was getting tired of it, and every now and then he would steal a glance at the water clock, just waiting for the appointed time to take his leave.

Lu Jingxing noticed her distracted state and considerately asked, "Xiao He, is it because the food today isn't to your liking?"

Qi He, like a clay figure with a fake smile, said with every expression perfectly appropriate and considerate: "Nothing's wrong, Brother Jingxing, everything is fine."

Lu Jingxing sighed: "It's been so many years. I don't even know what Xiaohe likes to eat anymore. I remember you used to love the peony shrimp at this restaurant the most."

Qi He smiled awkwardly but politely. "I have nothing to say to you. Those are things the original owner liked, but I don't."

Lu Jingxing then called over a waiter and handed the menu to Qi He: "It was my oversight that I ordered a few dishes that you used to like. Xiao He, just treat me like your older brother as before, there's no need to be so formal."

Qi He glanced at the menu and felt that none of the dishes were to her liking.

Ugh, I miss Shang Jue's lychee meat.

Lu Jingxing then asked, "Xiao He, how about steamed sea bass?"

Qi He whispered, "Brother Jingxing, I get rashes when I eat fish."

Lu Jingxing was taken aback for a moment: "Sorry, I didn't know."

The atmosphere at the table turned completely cold.

Qi He's tactic of "as long as I'm not embarrassed, you're the one who's embarrassed" worked as expected, and she calmly finished drinking the fruit wine in her cup.

After drinking this cup, the dizziness was a bit worse than before.

As the fruit wine took effect, Qi He's head began to feel heavy.

Seeing this, Lu Jingxing calmly stood up and helped her up: "Xiao He, what's wrong?"

Qi He pulled her hand away from his arm: "It's nothing, I just drank some wine and feel a little dizzy."

Lu Jingxing said gently, "Let me take you back."

Qi He declined, saying, "No need, thank you, Brother Jingxing. There are coachmen and nannies waiting outside."

It started raining heavily outside, but Lu Jingxing insisted on delivering it, putting Qi He in a dilemma.

While he went to pay the bill, Qi He quickly grabbed a piece of paper, wrote a few lines, and had someone send it to Shang Jue.

"Are you there?" She thought for a moment and then added, "If you don't come soon, your wife will be kidnapped."

Qi He bit the pen handle: "I drank too much and even had dinner with Lu Jingxing."

The message arrived quickly: "Are you with Lu Jingxing?"

"I just finished my wedding ceremony and you're already out drinking with people?"

Clutching the note, Qi He, perhaps emboldened by the alcohol, began replying with a burst of unbridled arrogance—

"You scolded me right after the ceremony."

"I don't want to be with you anymore. Come here now, I'm going to the government office to return the marriage certificate!"

She put down her pen, and after about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, she looked up and saw Lu Jingxing bringing over a cup of honey water, with a handkerchief carefully placed on the outside.

"I was worried you might be feeling unwell from the alcohol, so I asked the kitchen to prepare a cup of honey water. It's a bit hot, so I gave it to you to drink."

Qi He felt a surge of annoyance.

Honey water is her least favorite sweet drink; just the smell makes her feel nauseous.

Aside from the sweetness, it has no other flavors.

It's unhealthy and doesn't taste good.

Moreover, Lu Jingxing's attentiveness was so persistent, and she had refused him multiple times without any sense of propriety, which was truly annoying.

Qi He was naturally arrogant and didn't have the magnanimity to give in to others repeatedly. At this moment, she was starting to feel a bit impatient.

She gave a fake smile and decided to use Shang Jue as a shield: "Brother Jingxing, my wife won't let me drink anything offered by other men in public."

Upon hearing this, Lu Jingxing froze for a moment, then quickly regained his composure and said gently, "Am I 'another man'? Xiao He, you know in your heart that if I hadn't gone on that long trip—"

Before the words were finished, a cold voice suddenly came from the stairwell: "Young Master Lu, didn't you hear what my wife just said?"

Shang Jue appeared in front of Qi He.

Qi He, who had just been using someone as a pawn and pretentiously calling him "my man," now wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

Why do I always get run into bastards every time I'm in a social situation?!

Lu Jingxing straightened up and smiled slightly: "Manager Shang, I've heard so much about you."

Shang Jue had probably just rushed over from the shop; he hadn't even changed out of his black brocade robe yet, and his steps carried a hint of barely suppressed anger.

Seeing that things were not going well, Qi He quickly stood up and ran to Shang Jue's side, quickly correcting her stance: "Brother Jingxing, there's no need to see me off, my... my partner has come to pick me up."

A wise man doesn't fight a losing battle, so she immediately softened her stance and subtly showed goodwill towards Shang Jue.

Shang Jue glanced at her, and Qi He silently glared back.

"In that case, I won't see you off." Lu Jingxing smiled slightly, his gaze falling on Shang Jue. "Xiao He, I enjoyed dining with you today, and I look forward to having it together again next time. I think Manager Shang won't mind, will he?"

Qi Hekuang gave Shang Jue a meaningful look.

Tell me quickly, what's wrong!

Bring out your usual domineering spirit!

Anyway, she didn't want to eat with Lu Jingxing anymore. She barely ate anything during the meal, and the awkwardness made her scalp tingle.

However, after a brief exchange of words with Lu Jingxing, the conversation ended there.

Qi He watched Lu Jingxing go downstairs and let out a long sigh of relief: "Finally gone."

"Finally?" Shang Jue's cool voice came from behind. "Weren't you enjoying your meal just now?"

Upon hearing this, Qi He immediately regained her composure and muttered, "Are your eyes just for show? I'm not full at all; he ordered all the food I don't like!"

The pent-up anger in Shang Jue's heart dissipated most of its intensity the moment he saw Qi He.

She knew that letting these emotions run rampant would lead to unpredictable consequences, but she always managed to hold onto the soft spot in her heart time and time again.

"There's not much food outside at this hour," Shang Jue said calmly.

Qi He, slightly tipsy, ordered food as she walked out: "I want to eat lychee pork and osmanthus cake."

Shang Jue followed behind her: "Anything else?"

Qi He counted on her fingers: "There's also pickled radish, pickled cabbage, pickled ginger, peanuts in aged vinegar..."

Shang Jue sensed something was amiss and reluctantly stopped.

Qi He turned around, her smile bright and radiant, tinged with a smug slyness: "And there's the secret to making delicious vinegar-braised dishes!"

Heh, you bastard, I think you're just jealous!

Hahaha, you've finally met your match!