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

The few days that Shang Yue spent recuperating in the quiet room coincided with the busiest time at Juxian before the Lunar New Year.

Since Shang Jue was too busy to be in two places at once, Qi He took over his duties and visited Shang Yue at the clinic every day.

Within a few days, everyone in the clinic recognized this Miss Qi.

She changed her clothes every day without repeating the same outfit, and she was so exquisite that she looked like a figure from a painting. Even some of the patients who came to see her would squeeze into the backyard to secretly see her.

Although the second young lady was fierce, she was undeniably beautiful.

Every time Qi He came back, several doctors would surround her, telling her in great detail about Shang Yue's pulse and diet that day.

Qi He couldn't understand everything, but she swore that apart from when she was a child, she had never listened more attentively than this.

Overall, Shang Yue's condition has gradually stabilized, and if she recovers well, she will be able to move out of the quiet room in a few days.

Qi He quietly breathed a sigh of relief. With Shang Yue recovering, Shang Jue's burden was lighter.

She was traveling back and forth for two reasons: one was to see Shang Yue, and the other was for her plans after the New Year.

If Shang Jue doesn't return to the capital, she won't be able to act under his watchful eye.

With something on her mind, Qi He lost a lot of weight. The little bit of fat that Shang Jue had spent half a year raising was gone in just a few days.

By January 20th, Shang Yue had almost fully recovered and moved from the quiet room to a regular side room.

Qi He received the news early in the morning. Normally she would stay up until noon, but she got up at 3:45 a.m.

She must have gotten up too suddenly, because her vision went black for a moment, she felt dizzy and lightheaded, and a wave of nausea rose in her chest.

She sat on the edge of the couch for a while before unsteadily going to wash and change her clothes.

In a hurry to leave, I skipped breakfast.

The consequences of going out without eating came very quickly.

The carriage came to a stop in front of the clinic. Qi He bent over and immediately began to dry heave, feeling dizzy and nauseous. Her stomach was empty, and she only vomited up some sour water. She quickly bought a bottle of mouthwash to clean her mouth and then went to Shang Yue's room.

As soon as she arrived, several doctors surrounded her, each explaining Shang Yue's medical history.

To take care of Shang Yue, all the windows were closed, and the room was filled with a strong medicinal smell, which made it stuffy and irritating when there were many people.

Qi He gradually felt short of breath.

At first, she could still hear what the doctors were saying, but later all she could see were seven or eight mouths opening and closing, their voices muffled as if coming from underwater, and she couldn't hear anything clearly.

Her vision blurred, and she felt as if she had been pushed into water, the water overflowing her head, and everything around her was obscured.

Qi He's body went limp, and she collapsed to the ground, immediately losing consciousness.

When she opened her eyes again, she was lying in a quiet room in the backyard of the clinic.

Above me was a grayish-blue canopy, and the moment I moved, I felt a sharp, stabbing pain all over my body.

"hiss--"

Gradually, Qi He realized that it wasn't "like being pricked by a needle," but rather that it was indeed like being pricked by a needle.

Thin silver needles were embedded in the wrists and arms, causing a stinging sensation with any movement.

It took Qi He a long time to sort out the cause and effect before she fainted in the clinic.

The door was pushed open, and Shang Jue walked in carrying a food box.

Qi He looked away guiltily, wondering if she had caused Shang Jue trouble again.

"How do you feel?" Shang Jue sat down on the edge of the tatami mat.

"I still feel a little dizzy," Qi He confessed honestly. "How did I collapse in the clinic?"

"The doctor said you've been too tired lately, plus you haven't been eating breakfast..." Shang Jue paused, "Thank you for your trouble these past few days."

Qi He couldn't stand his earnest thanks and snorted, "So you know you're troubling me."

Seeing that she still had the energy to throw a tantrum, Shang Jue breathed a sigh of relief.

Qi He, who was always quick to take advantage of kindness, put on a stern face and said, "Buy me a house."

"Buy, buy, buy!" Shang Jue couldn't do anything about it.

Qi He maintained her stern expression: "Ten seats."

Shang Jue opened the food box, and a refreshing aroma of soup wafted out, carrying a faint scent of herbs: "Drink this soup, and I'll buy you a garden."

Qi He had been hungry all day, and the aroma made his mouth water.

After finishing half a bowl of soup, she felt as content as a cat that had stolen some fish, lazily leaning against the tatami mat basking in the sun.

After a while, the maid came in and removed the needles for her.

Qi He's face visibly paled.

"Afraid of pain?" Shang Jue raised an eyebrow.

Qi He nodded firmly.

There's nothing shameful about being afraid of pain; tough women should be afraid of pain.

When the maid was about to remove the needles, Qi He finally chickened out. She glanced at Shang Jue with a lack of confidence and said listlessly, "Sit closer."

Shang Jue moved to her side, and Qi He buried her face in his chest, closing her eyes tightly and refusing to look at the needle.

"It's just removing the needle, it won't hurt much," Shang Jue reassured her.

"Heh, it's not like I'm stabbing you."

When the needle was pulled out, it brought out a drop or two of blood. Qi He hissed and quickly pressed the needle hole tightly with cotton, afraid that if she moved it even a little, the blood would gush out like a fountain.

Seeing how delicate she was, unable to bear even the slightest pain, Shang Jue found it both amusing and adorable.

But after a while, the smile in my heart was suppressed by a heavy sense of guilt.

Qi He looked up at him: "You went to see Xiaoyue?"

"I've seen the doctor, and he said the recovery is going well and there's nothing seriously wrong for now."

Qi He hesitated for a moment: "Shang Jue, I'm serious, why don't you take Xiaoyue back to the capital and give it a try?"

This way, she could find an opening to escape.

Hurry back to the capital, Shang Xiaojue.

"No need." Shang Jue tucked the blanket around her. "You don't need to worry about this. Just rest well and remember to eat on time from now on."

Qi He stopped mentioning it. She wasn't the type to take care of people, and these past few days had already exhausted her.

She took another light nap on the couch in the afternoon, and when she woke up it was already dark.

The room was quiet. Qi He disliked waking up alone at night, especially when there was no one by her side. The feeling of being abandoned by the world was really unbearable.

However, not long after she woke up, the doctor came to check on her.

Seeing that she was awake, he gave her a few more instructions and casually mentioned as he left, "Second Miss, please take good care of yourself. Your blood type is rare; you can't find another one like it in the entire Jinling. If something were to happen to you, we might not have enough."

Qi He was taken aback: "What blood?"

The doctor said, "You and Miss Shang share the same bloodline, the extremely rare Phoenix Blood. You cannot afford any damage, or it will cause serious trouble."

Qi He's heart skipped a beat.

She shares the same blood as Shang Yue!?

Something suddenly popped into her head, and she asked on a whim, "Doctor, has there been any progress on the matter of matching Shang Yue's blood?"

Knowing her relationship with Shang Jue, the doctor truthfully replied, "We haven't found a suitable match yet."

Qi He murmured, "I see..."

The doctor changed the subject: "However, at the beginning of this year, Manager Shang sent a blood sample that matched Miss Shang's eight points. But the donor has not shown up yet, and it seems that he has no intention of donating."

"In my opinion, that blood-changing technique is utter nonsense. I don't know why Manager Shang would believe it."

Qi He's heart tightened: "Is that blood sample still there?"

"Here I am."

"Is there any written record of this marriage? May I have a look?"

Although the doctor had some doubts, Qi He had been inquiring about Shang Yue's condition these past few days, so he didn't ask any further questions and delivered the documents to Qi He half an hour later.

Qi He took out paper and pen, copied a document, and put it away. She returned it to the doctor as is, her eyes sharp as she looked at him.

"Don't tell Shang Jue about this for now. Keep it a secret for me, or the Qi family won't let you off the hook."

The doctor quickly nodded in agreement.

He vaguely sensed something, but he couldn't say it and dared not say it.

......

Two days later, Qi He secretly had her blood tested at the clinic, away from everyone else.

That doctor is quite capable; otherwise, he wouldn't have been chosen by Shang Jue.

His method of conducting blood tests is very simple; it uses a secret ancestral technique with a high accuracy rate. One branch of his family has served as royal physicians for generations, relying on this skill.

The blood test is performed using the juice of a blood-drawing herb, along with other herbs and stone powder.

Only specific rare bloodlines can make the herb juice glow and crystallize, and the color and crystal form of the glow triggered by bloodlines of the same type are exactly the same. Ordinary bloodlines will only make the herb juice cloudy and spoiled.

She endured the pain, closed her eyes, and had a tube drawn. The results came out half an hour later.

It was exactly the same as the blood sample she had copied from in early spring.

Qi He stared at the two documents for a long time, and the last bit of hope in his heart was completely extinguished.

In early spring, Shang Jue took her blood to match Shang Yue's blood, and they even matched eight different parts, which means that she can be used as medicine to replace Shang Yue's blood at any time.

Qi He looked at the document and felt a chill run down her spine.

Business acumen, you're truly something else...

Those previously overlooked details suddenly became clear in my mind.

No wonder Shang Jue traveled all the way to Ningcheng to become a son-in-law. It's highly likely that he discovered her bloodline in Jinling and plotted to take her life.

No wonder Shang Yue's illness gradually improved after the original owner was imprisoned; it turns out that her blood was compatible with Shang Yue's.

This is so melodramatic...

Her fate was even worse than being devoured by ten thousand snakes; before being eaten, she was used as a human medicine pouch.

Qi He was so angry that she cursed Shang Jue in her heart, but after cursing him, she had to calm down and plan her escape.

Now that things have come to this, she no longer dares to harbor any illusions.

She had thought that since she had never bullied Shang Jue, he might let her off the hook, but now it seemed that was just wishful thinking on her part.

That bastard was after her from the start!

She even regretted it now. She should have made things difficult for Shang Jue. He shouldn't have even considered Juxian Trading Company.

I was incredibly stupid to have helped Shang Jue accumulate capital so quickly.

Qi He boarded the carriage in silence, and even the coachman could tell that the second young lady was in a bad mood today.

The carriage was originally headed to Qianjin Tower, but Qi He changed her mind halfway there: "Let's go to the house in the east of the city."

Guiyuan is a residence under Qi Zheng's name.

She doesn't want to go back to Qianjinlou now, not at all.

The house was empty. Qi He randomly found a bedroom, buried herself in the quilt, and kept her face buried in the thick brocade quilt. She didn't move for a long time before slowly turning over and hugging the pillow tightly, still refusing to show her face.

This was the scene that Qi Zheng saw when he pushed the door open and came in.

His bedroom was a complete mess thanks to Qi He, but the person in question was sleeping nonchalantly on his bed, with the brocade quilt rolled around in disarray.

Only a head of messy black hair was visible through the dark bedding, just like when she was a child, she would run to his room to sleep whenever she felt wronged.

Qi Zheng quietly sat down on the edge of the couch.

In her sleep, Qi He's brows were furrowed, her eyes were red-rimmed, and tiny teardrops clung to her eyelashes. She mumbled a few indistinct words.

Qi Zheng reached out and brushed the stray hairs from her forehead. Qi He opened her eyes groggily and saw that it was her older brother. Suddenly, a surge of grievance welled up inside her: "Big brother."

"Did they have a falling out?" Qi Zheng asked incisively.

Qi He thought of Shang Jue and gave a cold snort, clearly quite angry.

"It's okay to have a disagreement. Just talk to your older brother, and he'll take care of it for you."

Qi He shook her head, ultimately deciding not to reveal the truth to avoid implicating her elder brother.

It's true that his elder brother is a marquis, but Shang Jue is the male lead. How can fighting against the male lead end well?

I'd better not involve the Qi family in this matter.

Qi Zheng gently patted the top of her head, like stroking a cat's fur.

Qi He quietly leaned closer, rested her head on his shoulder, and hugged his waist affectionately, saying, "Big brother, I'm hungry."

"What would you like to eat?"

"I don't know, I want to eat what you make."

Qi Zheng smiled helplessly: "You're exactly the same as when you were a kid."

While Qi Zheng was busy preparing food in the kitchen, Shang Jue sent several letters, presumably saying that he had returned to the house but hadn't seen her.

Qi He was furious and didn't even open the letter, simply ordering it to be returned unopened.

After eating the noodles Qi Zheng made, she rested in the guest room.

Half-asleep, she vaguely heard Qi Zheng talking to someone in the corridor. She couldn't hear clearly through the door, but a few words drifted in intermittently: "Xiao He is with me."

"Um."

He looked...really sad.

As sleepiness washed over her, Qi He, exhausted from a long day, quickly drifted off to sleep.

Before she fell completely asleep, she seemed to feel someone enter the room and stand by her bedside for a long time.

She assumed it was Qi Zheng and ignored him.

The figure stood there until dawn before quietly leaving, disappearing into the hazy morning light outside the window.

Qi He turned over and buried her face in the soft pillow, oblivious to everything else.