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

The farce ended with Qi Cheng storming out in a fit of rage, slamming the door behind him.

He haphazardly ripped off the dark blue brocade robe and threw it violently on the ground.

Still not satisfied, he stomped on the robe twice as he stormed out, turning the once clean and neat robe into a tattered rag in an instant.

Qi Zheng sighed and said in a deep voice, "Clean up the floor."

The maids were overjoyed and quickly began to tidy up.

The remaining Qi family relatives in the courtyard also breathed a sigh of relief, and they all started chatting, raising their wine cups to greet Qi Zheng.

Everything returned to normal, as if nothing unpleasant had ever happened.

Shang Jue coldly glanced at the robe on the ground, which looked like a rag, and subtly twitched the corner of his mouth.

He didn't know what had gotten into Qi He again, but her attitude towards him had changed somewhat.

Did she think that by doing her this small favor, she would fawn over her like a dog and be grateful?

If it weren't for Shang Yue...

Thinking of his younger sister, Shang Jue's eyes darkened.

If it weren't for Shang Yue, he would have killed Qi He with his own hands!

Qi He suddenly felt a chill down her spine, as if she were being stared at by some cold-blooded beast.

She turned her head and saw Shang Jue standing coldly behind her.

Qi He: "..."

She finally understood why the hairs on the back of her head had stood on end.

She did help the male lead earlier, so even if she's ungrateful, she doesn't have to be so heartless, does she?

That bastard!

After an incense stick had burned, Qi Lanlan arrived late.

She greeted Qi Zheng and then respectfully addressed Qi He as "Second Sister".

Then he nodded slightly in the direction of Shang Jue.

At the same time, the bone-deep hatred in Shang Jue's eyes dissipated considerably, and he returned a slightly gentler look.

Qi He watched this unfold and couldn't help but sigh: No wonder they were the only Qi family member the male protagonist spared in the original story; their treatment was so different from that of her, a scumbag and cannon fodder.

After Qi Cheng ran away, a seat became empty at the table where his relatives were.

Shang Jue took the seat that Qi Cheng had previously occupied, which drew dissatisfaction from some people at the table.

However, out of respect for Qi Zheng, they dared not make any big moves, but they resorted to all sorts of underhanded tactics.

Eleven sets of bowls and chopsticks were presented, but the set in front of Shang Jue was missing.

Shang Jue seemed used to it all, sitting silently at the table.

Despite being starving and freezing, he would never reach for the food; he didn't want the Qi family to laugh at him.

Qi He saw this and felt a pang of pity.

After Shang Jue entered the Qi family, he was subjected to torture by the original owner of the body and never had a proper meal at the table.

They either ate leftovers or drank cold water to stave off hunger.

At this point, Qi He couldn't help but admire him. No wonder he's the male lead; he can grow so tall even while eating leftovers.

Even so, the original owner still felt that the humiliation was not enough.

They treated Shang Jue like a beggar, giving him a few copper coins every day.

It's obvious that Shang Jue, with his proud and arrogant nature, would never use such a small amount of money.

After kneeling in the snow that afternoon, Shang Jue was chilled to the bone by the cold wind, and his high fever hadn't fully subsided.

My head is spinning right now, and being able to sit up is a rare privilege.

The way the Qi family kicked someone when they were down at the banquet today was like seeing a dying stray dog ​​on the roadside and kicking it twice, without any reason, just to vent their malice.

Seeing the male protagonist suffering right in front of her, Qi He really couldn't eat.

She couldn't swallow her emotions; after all, the suffering the male protagonist endured today would be the knife she would stab herself with tomorrow.

Qi He could almost see her own tragic end, dying in the snake pit, through Shang Jue's gloomy gaze.

She exhaled silently, then frowned and slammed her bowl and chopsticks on the table impatiently: "Is the Qi family starving? What kind of chef did they hire? None of the dishes suit my taste!"

The bowls and chopsticks clattered together, and the jade chopsticks fell onto the hall floor tiles, breaking in two.

Everyone at the table turned to look at them.

Qi Zheng, who was closest to her, said helplessly, "If the food isn't to your liking, just take it away and bring out fresh. Why are you throwing a tantrum?"

In the original novel, Qi He's elder brother, Qi Zheng, doted on his twin sister, granting her every wish.

Even when Qi He threw a tantrum at a family banquet, Qi Zheng never got angry.

"I'm not eating! Take this away and move to another table!" Qi He, spoiled and arrogant, perfectly embodied the image of a pampered young lady.

Qi Zheng raised his hand and instructed the maid to clear away the dishes. His gaze naturally fell on Shang Jue, only to find that the area in front of him was empty, with no bowls or chopsticks.

Seeing this, Qi Lanlan quickly seized the opportunity to speak, gently scolding the maids: "How do you do your jobs? How can you be so careless as to leave out a set of bowls and chopsticks?"

The maid felt a chill run down her spine. Everyone treated each other differently based on who they were dealing with; bullying Shang Jue was as easy as drinking water.

I just didn't expect that the Third Miss would find out now.

Doing things behind the scenes is one thing, but bringing it out into the open makes things look bad for everyone.

Qi Zheng glanced at Qi Lanlan and said coldly, "It's just that we were busy with the family banquet today and made some oversights. We can fix them. Don't cause trouble during the New Year."

Qi Lanlan was scolded for no reason. She clenched her fists under the table, lowered her head in shame, and drooped her eyelashes sheepishly: "Big brother is right, Lanlan was rude..."

Qi He glanced at Qi Zheng in surprise, thinking to herself that her cheap older brother was a real hypocrite.

She managed to escape unscathed even after all that, while Qi Lanlan only said a few words in support of Shang Jue and was immediately attacked by Qi Zheng with barbs and sarcasm.

It's clear that Qi Lanlan wasn't well-liked in the Qi family, which made her a perfect match for Shang Jue.

Sigh, Qi He sighed.

In fact, it was precisely because of Qi Zheng's unconditional favoritism towards her that Qi He in the original work became increasingly arrogant and eventually caused the death of the entire Qi family.

Why is my life so miserable...?

Wouldn't it have been better to have time-traveled earlier? I didn't get to enjoy any blessings, but I did commit a lot of evil deeds.

The food was taken away and then served again. Qi He insisted on having porridge, forcing everyone at the table to eat only watery soup. They all looked pale and dared not speak out against Qi He.

Only those who understand business can eat comfortably.

He still had a high fever and was ill. He felt nauseous at the sight of chicken, duck, fish, meat, and other meat dishes. At that moment, drinking a few mouthfuls of hot porridge warmed his stomach, which had not eaten all day.

The boy ate very quickly.

Qi He glanced at it, thinking to herself, "No one's going to take it from you, and you can actually drink this scalding hot porridge..."

What she didn't know was that Shang Jue basically had to fight for meals at the Qi family's house.

We had to eat crammed together in the kitchen with the servants. If we ate too slowly, we wouldn't get any food and would go hungry for the whole day.

The original owner, Qi He, wasn't kind enough to leave him dinner.

However, seeing that Shang Jue was focused on eating and did not suspect her sudden decision to drink plain porridge, Qi He breathed a sigh of relief.

She went through all that trouble, even risking her reputation, just so the male lead could have a bowl of hot porridge.

It would be truly unjust if she weren't among this year's Top Ten Philanthropists of Jinling.

The following family dinner was followed by the expense reporting session for each household.

Qi He and Qi Lanlan each owned a shop, which they each operated for a year.

As expected, Qi He caused the shop to lose a fortune and left him with a mountain of debt.

Qi Lanlan made her shop incredibly profitable, and her impressive accounts made her quite famous.

Gradually, whispers and gossip began to circulate in the banquet hall, reaching Qi Lanlan's ears and causing her to involuntarily curl the corners of her lips into a smile.

"I really don't know how Qi He has the nerve to sit here. Isn't she just relying on her older brother's backing?"

"I think the Qi family's shops might end up in the hands of the Third Miss in the future."

"I think so too. It's just a pity that the Third Miss is a girl."

"Comparison is the thief of joy. We're born of the same father, yet the difference is so vast!"

"She's quite beautiful, but she married a live-in son-in-law. Doesn't she feel ashamed? If I were her, I would have hanged myself long ago."

"In my opinion, she and that good-for-nothing son-in-law are a match made in heaven."

Hearing the subtle mockery, Qi He curled her lip indifferently, thinking that everyone would be killed by the male lead next year anyway.

If you die, I die, we all die; say whatever you want.

Shang Jue, however, curled his lips into a mocking smile and glanced at Qi He with disdain. Seeing her shameless and proud demeanor, he felt even more disgusted.

Upon hearing this, Qi Zheng frowned slightly and gently comforted Qi He, "There's no need to listen to those sarcastic remarks. You're still young, and you'll have plenty of opportunities to improve in the future."

Qi He almost spat out the hot tea in her mouth.

Is she a twenty-year-old girl?

Dude, wake up! What kind of biased filter is this?

If you were twenty years old, other women in the Great Jing Dynasty would already have children.

"Besides, with me here, you don't need to worry. I can protect you for the rest of your life."

Qi He was both amused and exasperated. Thinking of Shang Jue's future methods, she silently thought to herself: Thanks, brother. We should set off together sometime soon.

After the siblings chatted for a while, it was time for the family dinner to come to an end.

Qi Zheng and his group returned to the old house, where the carriage stopped at the gate.

Shang Jue had already gotten out of the carriage and was walking silently toward the stable.

Qi He glanced at the weather and felt a little uneasy. It was freezing cold, and the male lead had a high fever. Was that dilapidated shed next to the stable a place where a person could live?

Never mind, I'll find an excuse to get him into the house to sleep later.

Although she knew that Shang Jue would kill her in the future, Qi He did not hate Shang Jue at all, at least not so far.

Watching Shang Jue's solitary figure disappear into the distance, Qi He felt a vague unease, as if she had forgotten something important.

But a gust of cold wind made her shiver, and she stopped thinking.

It wasn't until she returned to her room and Wang Mama brought her a bowl of steaming ginger soup that Qi He suddenly had a flash of inspiration!

She finally remembered what she had forgotten!

In the original story, after the Qi family banquet, another scoundrel, Song He, who was in cahoots with the original owner, will make his appearance!

He did something big as soon as he appeared.

First, he made things difficult for Shang Jue, dragged him out of the stable, accused Shang Jue of stealing from the Qi family, and even whipped him severely with a horsewhip.

The worst part was that, in the dead of winter, Song He threw away a small wooden sword that Shang Jue treasured, and threw it into the lotus pond in the old house courtyard.

That wooden sword was carved by his younger sister, Shang Yue, before she went blind.

Shang Jue jumped into the water almost without hesitation.

In the dead of winter, the boy's heart was colder than his body.

That night, he almost froze to death in the lotus pond.

Thinking of this, Qi He's heart skipped a beat, and the bad premonition grew stronger and stronger.

The next second, the courtyard was suddenly brightly lit and filled with the noise of people.

A menacing voice rang out: "You still dare to say you didn't steal anything from the Qi family?!"

That voice belongs to Song He!