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

As soon as Qi Cheng finished speaking, all eyes turned to Qi He.

There were those who mocked, those who watched the spectacle, and those who observed with indifference. Although they all tried to be restrained, their underlying feelings were impossible to hide.

It is clear that Qi He was not well-liked among his relatives in the Qi family.

However, due to her status as the second young lady, even if they looked down on her in their hearts, they still had to be polite to her on the surface.

The only one who dared to challenge her to her face was Qi Cheng.

After all, his father, Qi Youwei, is currently vying with Qi He's elder brother, Qi Zheng, for control of the Qi family. Qi Cheng, confident in his own abilities, has caused Qi He no shortage of trouble in the clan over the years.

As soon as Qi Cheng said this, the relatives at the table started discussing it.

"Second sister, what Acheng said makes sense. Shang Jue is an outsider, and it is indeed improper for him to dine at the same table as us."

"Second Miss has always disliked Shang Jue, why has she changed her mind today?"

"So what if they don't like you? The old master arranged the marriage himself. Even if he's a live-in son-in-law, he has to accept it."

After he finished speaking, a low chuckle rang out from the table.

In the original novel, Qi He was the most concerned about saving face.

Marrying a son-in-law who lives with her family was, for her, the greatest humiliation of her life.

In the past, upon hearing such rumors, she would have already publicly confronted Shang Jue.

A few words of abuse would be the least of her worries; given her fiery temper, she would most likely resort to violence.

Shang Jue had already made preparations for Qi He's attack.

To be precise, from the moment he stepped into the banquet hall, he knew he was in for an embarrassing situation.

But after all that mockery, he didn't get Qi He's furious reaction.

He glanced at Qi He, whose expression was inscrutable, a half-smile playing on her lips, making it impossible to tell whether she was angry or not.

Shang Jue subtly curled the corner of his mouth, sneering inwardly: This fool is more tolerant than before.

Qi Cheng smirked smugly and raised his chin at Shang Jue: "Didn't you hear me? Get lost!"

After saying that, he turned to look at Qi He, like a rooster that had won a fight: "Qi He, your son-in-law doesn't know any manners. Your cousin is going to teach him a lesson. You won't be unhappy, will you?"

Qi Cheng wasn't really lecturing Shang Jue; he was clearly using Shang Jue to humiliate Qi He.

Regardless, Qi He is attending the banquet today, and she and Shang Jue are officially husband and wife, and family.

Shang Jue was publicly humiliated, and Qi He also lost face.

Qi He could easily see that Qi Cheng was trying to intimidate her.

These cannon fodder are really eager to die.

Qi He sighed inwardly, but on the surface, she maintained the arrogant demeanor of the original owner, blinking innocently: "Cousin is right, it was indeed my oversight in this matter."

Shang Jue's fingers twitched slightly, and he lowered his eyelashes.

Qi Cheng waved his hand magnanimously, as if this was expected, "Never mind, I'm not that petty."

He suddenly paused, his gaze falling on the dark blue brocade robe on Shang Jue's body. Clearly not having vented his anger enough, he said sarcastically, "I'll give Qi He some face."

"However, I cannot let your son-in-law off so easily. How about this, let him apologize to me."

"My boots are covered in mud from my journey here. How about I ask Shang Jue to bring me a basin of hot water so I can wash my feet?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shang Jue's gaze fell on Qi He's face.

Qi He remained silent for a long time, and Shang Jue faced her in a silent standoff.

The air seemed to freeze.

Qi Cheng's vicious gaze swept back and forth between the two of them before he forced out a question: "What? Qi He, you can't bear to part with her?"

"How could that be?"

Since you're determined to court death, I can't stop you, can I?

Qi He beckoned to a maid and said casually, "Go and prepare a basin of hot water for Young Master Shang."

In the candlelight, her skin appeared almost porcelain white, bathed in a warm glow, making her look gentle and harmless.

Looking at her face alone, she is absolutely stunning; you would never guess what a rotten heart she harbors inside.

The villa was fully equipped, and soon a maid brought the hot water that Qi He had requested.

Qi Cheng sat up straight with excitement, his whole body brimming with energy.

The thought of the second young lady of the Qi family having her live-in son-in-law bring him water to wash his feet swelled his despicable vanity to an unbridled degree.

Seeing that Shang Jue didn't move, Qi Cheng frowned: "What's wrong? Shang Jue, why aren't you bringing the water over?"

Shang Jue didn't move, but his cold expression betrayed him.

Having been humiliated so many times, the boy had learned to endure.

At this moment, Qi He suddenly spoke up: "Wait a minute."

Shang Jue looked at her.

Qi He sighed, picked up the basin of hot water, and said sincerely, "Cousin, after thinking it over, I feel that Shang Jue is not worthy to apologize to you. I will apologize to you personally, as a sign of my sincerity."

Shang Jue paused for a moment, then looked at Qi He in surprise.

These words shocked the entire room.

The second young lady wants to personally serve people water to wash their feet?!

Not to mention Qi Cheng, even the Qi family members who were waiting to see the show gasped in shock.

Shang Jue was just an insignificant son-in-law, and it was too easy for him to be humiliated.

But Qi He is the second young lady of the Qi family, raised in luxury since childhood and pampered by her elder brother Qi Zheng, so she has become unruly.

The person who would have Qi He bring water to wash his feet hasn't been born yet!

Even Qi Chengdu shivered.

But once words are spoken, they are like water spilled; Qi Cheng cannot take them back, nor does he want to.

Since Qi He offered to bring him water, he should accept it!

Furthermore, Qi He was exceptionally beautiful, with snow-white skin revealing fine blue veins, long, slender fingers with a warm, lustrous color, and rounded, white-pink fingertips. She was far more beautiful than those princesses raised in seclusion.

These hands are holding water for me to wash my feet...

Qi Cheng couldn't help but feel distracted.

Just as he was lost in his fantasies, an unexpected event occurred.

Qi He, carrying a basin of hot water, suddenly splashed it all over Qi Cheng's face.

wow-

It came on fiercely, pouring down on us!

The loud sound of water stunned everyone present.

Qi Cheng, who had taken off his boots and was waiting to be served, was dumbfounded.

After pouring the hot water, Qi He threw the copper basin on the ground.

Clang, clang, clang.

The copper basin rolled three times before coming to a stop at Qi Cheng's feet.

Shang Jue stared at Qi He, his eyes filled with surprise and inquiry.

Qi He smiled slightly, like a triumphant little fox, and said innocently, "Cousin, I've been thinking, just washing your feet isn't enough to show my sincerity. How about I give you a bath instead?"

Before him, Qi Cheng appeared utterly disheveled.

The carefully combed hair was soaked through by hot water, and the wet hair clung to the scalp, with tiny water droplets dripping down the cheeks.

His brocade robe was soaked through, and he looked as if he had been pulled out of the water.

He was also barefoot, which was extremely embarrassing.

Enrage ignited in Qi Cheng instantly. His eyes widened, and his face contorted with rage: "Qi He! You're asking for death!?"

"Calm down, cousin." Qi He clapped his hands, sat back down on the stool, crossed his long legs, and slowly said, "Has no one ever taught you the old saying, 'Even when beating a dog, you have to consider its owner'?"

Shang Jue stood beside Qi He, head down, looking gloomy.

It certainly looks like a rebellious and vicious wolfhound by the side of the second young lady.

"You!" Qi Cheng slammed his hand on the table and stood up, about to lash out, when the door opened with a bang.

"What's all this commotion about?" Qi Zheng, the current head of the Qi family, arrived late.

Immediately, all the members of the Qi family stood up and stood respectfully, even Qi Cheng swallowed back the curse he was about to utter.

Only Qi He remained seated arrogantly, motionless.

It's not that Qi He doesn't move, it's that she can't move.

In the original novel, Miss Qi the Second was arrogant and domineering, and was the only one who dared to act coquettishly in front of Qi Zheng.

It would be problematic if she stood up to greet her elder brother.

Fortunately, although Qi He had no siblings in her previous life, she was spoiled by her elders and grew up in a way that made her adept at acting cute and charming.

I wasn't afraid at all; it was completely my own performance.

Qi Cheng's face turned ugly, and he gritted his teeth as he spat out, "Big Brother."

Qi Zheng lifted his eyelids and saw Qi Cheng soaking wet, barefoot on the ground, looking as disheveled as a beggar on the roadside.

Meanwhile, his sister Qi He was sitting leisurely on a stool.

With her legs crossed, one above the other, it was too casual and certainly not like a lady from a respectable family.

Qi Zheng's eyelids twitched: "What's going on?"

"I was just joking with my cousin." Qi He blinked. "Brother, you won't be mad at me, will you?"

"You call this a joke?!" Qi Cheng instantly jumped up like a cat with its fur standing on end, grinding his teeth and snarling, "Big brother, today is a family banquet, so many eyes are watching. Even if you're biased towards Qi He, you should at least give me an explanation for my father's sake!"

Qi Cheng brought up his father.

Qi Zheng frowned slightly: "What exactly is it?"

Qi He said, "My cousin felt embarrassed to be seated at the same table as Shang Jue, so he made Shang Jue bring him water to wash his feet as an apology. I felt that wasn't sincere enough, so I simply gave my cousin a bath as well. Who knew my cousin couldn't take a joke and slammed his fist on the table and glared at me!"

She paused, patted her chest, and said with lingering fear, "That was terrifying."

Qi Cheng: "..."

Qi Zheng turned to Qi Cheng: "You had Shang Jue bring you water to wash your feet?"

Qi Cheng's lips twitched.

This kind of live-in son-in-law is indeed not respectable and no one looks up to him.

But knowingly bullying someone is one thing, but having Qi Zheng witness it firsthand is quite another.

"I...I was just joking with my brother-in-law." Qi Cheng suppressed his anger.

Qi Zheng said, "Since it's a joke, don't make it so embarrassing. Go change your clothes quickly, or you'll catch a cold."

Qi Cheng gritted his teeth, his eyes darting around until they landed on Shang Jue's dark blue brocade robe, and a plan formed in his mind.

"Brother, jokes aside, I'm soaked to the bone thanks to Qi He, so you have to make her pay for my clothes."

Qi Zheng: "There are spare clothes in the villa. I'll send someone to fetch them for you."

"Wait a minute, brother," Qi Cheng chuckled. "How much are the clothes in the villa worth? This brocade robe of mine was specially made by an embroiderer. You should at least compensate me with something similar, right? I think the one Shang Jue is wearing is quite nice. Why don't you take it off and let me wear it!"

Qi He was taken aback, a strange look appearing on her face: "You really want to wear it?"

Seeing this, Qi Cheng thought he had hit Qi He's sore spot and immediately became smug: "Nonsense! What, Qi He, are you trying to back out in front of your brother?"

Qi He's strange expression became even more pronounced.

She even exchanged a glance with Shang Jue.

Then she saw the undisguised disgust in the male lead's eyes.

Qi He: Hehe.

Strangely enough, Shang Jue did not refuse this unreasonable request.

The young man's handsome face remained expressionless as he calmly removed his outer robe, even coldly asking, "Would you like an inner garment?"

Qi He: "..."

You have no shame to take your pants off in public, but I do have a face!

Qi Cheng suddenly grabbed Shang Jue's outer robe. The fabric felt excellent to the touch, and he was overjoyed. He couldn't wait to put it on.

This caused a burst of barely suppressed laughter throughout the banquet hall.

Qi Cheng froze, looked up, and saw a faint smile on Qi He's lips, her eyes slightly curved, revealing a natural charm as she looked at him calmly.

Even Shang Jue's expression relaxed considerably, with a hint of mockery and ridicule in his eyes.

Qi Cheng panicked and realized something was wrong. He looked down and his face turned deathly pale.

Shang Jue was tall and slender with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, while Qi Cheng was short and stocky, and his body had been depleted by years of indulgence in wine and women, making him as thin as a bamboo pole.

The former's clothes dragged on him for a long time, with the cuffs longer than his fingertips and the hem hanging below his knees, making him look like a skinny monkey who had stolen an adult's clothes.

The water stains all over his body made him look even more disheveled.

Qi He suppressed a laugh and sighed, "Cousin, I'm reminded of an old saying."

Her expression was innocent yet sly, and she spoke slowly, "Even in a dragon robe, he doesn't look like a prince."