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

Nanjing welcomed the new year amidst a flurry of snowflakes.

The old lady of the Qi family celebrated her seventy-fifth birthday on the same day as the New Year. Relatives from both the main branch and collateral branches of the Qi family gathered at the old house on the same day.

Qi He was woken up by Shang Jue early in the morning.

She was always a master of getting out of bed; her soul was fully awake, but her body remained stubbornly in bed, motionless.

If Shang Jue hadn't called her half an hour early, she could have stayed until the sun was high in the sky.

Shang Jue lifted her brocade quilt: "If you don't get up now, there won't be time to do your hair and makeup."

Qi He rolled into the corner of the bed, clutching the blanket, in protest with silence.

Shang Jue called out helplessly again, "Several of the nannies are waiting at the door for you to comb your hair."

Qi He buried her face in the blanket and mumbled, "I already washed and combed my hair in my dream..."

"Your aunt is wearing the ceremonial robes of a first-rank noblewoman today, and your second aunt is carrying a cloisonné enamel makeup box. Are you planning to wear your nightgown and go bare-faced to outshine them?" Shang Jue's voice was icy.

Qi He stirred in bed, and the tuft of hair on the top of her head swayed.

"This isn't like you at all..." Shang Jue leaned against the couch, his tone smug. "The Second Miss Qi who changes into neat clothes even when going to the clinic in the middle of the night?"

Qi He cursed the bastard in his heart.

How could there be such a terrible thing as waking up in winter?

After complaining, Qi He thought about it again and realized that there really was such a thing.

What's worse than getting up in winter is having to get ready and dress up.

She struggled to burrow deeper into the bedding, trying to pull the newly tailored dark blue brocade jacket into the bed to warm it up before wearing it.

The jacket, worth over a thousand taels of silver, was crumpled under her weight and hung on her body without fitting properly.

Shang Jue couldn't bear to watch any longer, so he carried her, blanket and all, from the couch into the front hall.

Qi He exclaimed in surprise. Wrapped in a dark brocade quilt, only her pair of snow-white calves were exposed, swaying restlessly.

She struggled with herself for a moment.

As a woman, it's really embarrassing to be held by another man while having your face washed.

Qi He, Qi He, if you have any backbone, then do it yourself!

It feels so good to not have to do it myself...

This feeling of not having to think is just like sleeping, so comfortable...

Qi He grumbled for a long time before finally concluding that women should be served by men when washing their faces.

Qi He's weak struggles lasted less than two breaths before she obediently tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and let Shang Jue wipe her face.

When the warm towel was placed on her, she felt so comfortable that she almost fell asleep again.

Miss Qi's grooming routine was extremely complicated.

Shang Jue would only use water to wipe her face, and gently apply a warm, wrung-out cloth to her face.

Qi He freed her hands, but her mouth couldn't stop, chattering away as she directed Shang Jue: "This one, and this one too."

Shang Jue stared at the two identical bottles of Jade Complexion Cream, deeply perplexed.

Fortunately, Miss Qi took a kind heart and explained, "This bottle is for the face, and this bottle is for the hands. Use that one first, then..."

After Qi He was fully awake and the maids tidied her up, it was nearly late afternoon.

Qi He regained her former glory, sweeping away the disheveled appearance she had in the morning, and transformed back into the exquisitely beautiful Miss Qi, from head to toe.

The old Qi family mansion was brightly lit. Qi He revisited the place, but his state of mind was quite different.

But his plan to flee remained unchanged.

As soon as I stepped into the old mansion, I heard a cheerful voice: "Second Miss is here! Oh my, it's been more than half a year since I last saw you. Second Miss is still as beautiful as ever."

It's Granny Wang.

Qi He felt a warmth in her heart.

When Granny Wang saw Shang Jue, although she was reluctant, she still called out "Young Master" with a pout.

After all, the situation is different now. In just one year, Shang Jue has expanded Juxian's business several times over and become a pivotal figure in the Qi family.

Compared to the Qi family's annual party, the old lady's birthday banquet was much more intimate.

Most of the visitors were relatives, and a few children were chasing snow dumplings in the yard.

As soon as Shen Yu saw Qi He, he wanted to come over and talk to her, but before he could open his mouth, Qi He was surrounded by several aunts and uncles.

Some people knew her name, while others didn't. Those who usually looked down on Qi He openly or secretly were now putting on a good show, exchanging warm greetings with her.

This kinship is even more superficial than the marriage contract between Qi He and Shang Jue.

However, after looking around, Qi He realized that she was the most outstanding one at the birthday banquet, and she felt very happy, so she didn't care about anything else.

After dealing with her relatives, Qi He went to pay her respects to Qi Zheng, and then went to the main hall to offer birthday wishes and gifts to the old lady.

It was an hour later when I finally had some free time.

Shen Yu finally managed to squeeze through the gap: "Cousin!"

He leaned closer. "Long time no see, did you miss me?"

Qi He looked around: "Why isn't Song He here?"

Shen Yu pursed her lips: "You mean him? Last time he caused trouble at the old house and the old lady found out, so his father sent him to the North Camp. I haven't seen him for more than half a year."

Qi He breathed a sigh of relief.

What she feared most today was running into Song He. The "Second Miss Qi" used to be on good terms with him, but she didn't recognize him at all.

Besides, if Shang Jue is petty and holds grudges, seeing Song He will remind her of the old "Qi He," wouldn't she die even faster?

She hadn't forgotten that when she first transmigrated, Song He burned Shang Jue's little wooden sword.

Compared to Song He's fierce appearance, Qi He found Shen Yu, this chatterbox, more and more pleasing to the eye, and couldn't help but pat his head.

Why can't there be more people like this in the world who are so clueless?

Shen Yu was unaware that he had become a silly dog ​​in Qi He's heart. He only felt that his cousin had changed a lot. Could it be that she had passed her rebellious phase?

That means the rebellious phase came really late.

The two were staring at each other in silence when suddenly a shrill child's voice rang out: "Brother! Why isn't my purse as pretty as Mo Jin's?! I'll be outshone by her!"

Shen Yu's expression changed, and he looked distressed.

Qi He looked down and saw a little girl with her hair in two buns and dressed in fine silk from head to toe, glaring angrily at Shen Yu.

Shen Yu said listlessly, "My younger sister is six years old this year."

Shen Qianqian pounded Shen Yu's leg hard with her brocade purse filled with candied fruit: "You're making me so angry! Brother is a big bad guy! I hate you the most!"

Shen Yu patiently coaxed her, "Have you ever thought that it might not be a matter of money, but that she's just naturally good-looking? By the way, let me remind you, you and that scoundrel are cousins, you can't get married in the future, otherwise the child you have will be an idiot."

Shen Qianqian stared blankly at Shen Yu, then her face scrunched up and she burst into tears.

Shen Yu, having foreseen this, covered her ears and reminded Qi He, "Cousin, you should cover your ears too. My sister's crying is like thunder."

Qi He was driven crazy by the noise.

Shen Yu sincerely suggested, "Why don't you try to coax her?"

Shen Qianqian started crying and wouldn't stop.

Qi He was annoyed by her crying, so she bent down and coaxed her perfunctorily, "Don't cry."

Shen Qianqian looked up at her with tears still in her eyes, and her crying actually stopped.

Shen Yu exclaimed "Wow!" and looked at Qi He as if she were a goddess: "Cousin, how did you do that? When she cries, it's like a boiling kettle; she can't stop until the incense stick has burned."

Shen Qianqian was completely captivated by Qi He's face and stood up demurely in a proper posture.

Shen Yu's expression turned even more shocked: "Shen Qianqian! You're treating me differently! Why haven't you ever treated me like this before!?"

Shen Qianqian completely ignored him, her face flushed as she looked at Qi He: "Sister, are you my brother's friend?"

According to seniority, Qi He is actually her cousin.

"I didn't mean anything by it," Shen Qianqian added in her childish voice. "I just feel that my ugly brother can't make friends as good-looking as my sister."

Shen Yu nearly fainted: "Shen Qianqian! I'm your own brother! Just because I'm ugly doesn't mean you aren't!"

"Insulting me is insulting yourself!"

Shen Qianqian raised her chin with an air of haughtiness and aloofness: "You only have one thing in common with me that you're pretty!"

Qi He couldn't help but laugh.

Shen Qianqian has almond-shaped eyes and a round face. Her arms and legs are chubby, but you can tell that she will grow up to be a bright and beautiful woman.

Moreover, the more Qi He looked at her appearance and personality, the more inexplicably familiar she seemed. Who did she look like?

I really can't think of it right now.

It wasn't until Shang Jue returned from Qi Zheng's place that he saw Qi He and Shen Qianqian standing together.

The larger one is flamboyant and bright, while the smaller one is capricious and unruly.

He paused in his steps.

Qi He looked at him, and Shang Jue glanced at Shen Qianqian, frowned, and then looked at both of their faces before finally asking in a deep voice, "You gave birth to her?"

Qi He remained expressionless.

Qi He was very angry.

Qi He wants to eat dog meat tonight.

Why does this bastard always say things that make me angry...?

"I'll give birth to you, you big idiot..."