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

If Qi He could hear his inner thoughts, she would probably just want to argue back furiously.

Big brother, you're the male lead! My brother is just a cannon fodder scum's older brother. You have the protagonist's halo to protect you, so you won't die, but my brother is the kind of character who looks so fragile. He can just disappear in an instant!

There's simply no comparison between them, is there?

Even if you jumped off a cliff right now, I'd still suspect you'd find some unparalleled cultivation technique and start your cultivation journey.

Even after the people from the clinic arrived, as if to confirm Shang Jue's thoughts, Qi He didn't turn around to look at him once.

Shang Jue watched helplessly as Qi He accompanied Qi Zheng onto the carriage to the clinic, leaving him with only a resolute back view.

An unprecedented surge of jealousy rose in his heart.

Qi He has so many people around him who need his care, so he himself seems so insignificant, never ranking first.

She would never choose him first.

This thought made Shang Jue's body tremble slightly, as if he had reached a dead end.

......

Qi Zheng was positioned right in the center of the shattered glass screen, and his injuries were extremely severe.

The lights in the clinic stayed on until late at night.

Qi He developed two deep bruises, but finally received some good news: the fragments had all been removed.

He only had two large wounds on the back of his head and on his abdomen that needed stitches, so he needs to rest for a while. He should wake up tomorrow morning after the anesthesia wears off.

Qi He let out a long sigh of relief and slumped down on the bench under the eaves.

Thankfully, he didn't harm Qi Zheng.

As soon as he sat down, he realized that his legs were also covered in blood, with a large dark stain on his trouser leg.

I was so nervous that I didn't even realize I was injured.

Recalling what had just happened, he realized that, in terms of position, he was actually in the most dangerous spot. It was only because Shang Jue reacted quickly and pulled him aside that he avoided the disaster.

Otherwise, he would be the one lying there, cold and lifeless.

Is Shang Jue... alright?

Qi He felt a pang of inexplicable guilt.

Knowing that Shang Jue had the destiny of a protagonist and would surely be able to turn danger into safety, he didn't worry about him at all.

But since they saved her life, she should at least go and see them.

Of course, it was done secretly.

Qi He made up her mind and asked the doctor which room Shang Jue was staying in.

It's not far from Qi Zheng; just go up two floors.

With his leg injured, he took the stairs up.

As soon as I reached the door, I heard Qi Lanlan's voice coming from inside.

For some reason, Qi He suddenly stopped walking, as if she had been nailed to the spot.

The door to Shang Jue's room was left a crack, and Qi He could see him lying on the couch by glancing to the side.

Qi Lanlan sat on the stool next to him, seemingly talking to Shang Jue about something, and the worry on her face seemed genuine.

They've been here for quite some time now.

From this angle, one cannot see Shang Jue's expression clearly, but it must have been gentle.

After all, Qi Lanlan was gentle and always spoke softly, much better than him, who was prone to throwing tantrums and always causing trouble for others.

Qi He touched his nose, thinking that Shang Jue probably didn't want to see him now. Going to visit him would only make him seem presumptuous and would also interrupt their conversation.

Her calves were in severe pain, but unlike before, she didn't make a scene over the slightest pain, causing Shang Jue a lot of trouble.

Now that his trousers are stained with blood, it seems like he can actually tolerate it.

She turned and limped downstairs, the lanterns on the corridor casting long shadows that slowly faded into the night.

The next morning, Qi Zheng woke up as the doctor had predicted.

However, he was not in good condition and was only awake for a short while. After seeing that Qi He was safe and sound, he fell into a deep sleep again.

Qi He was neither good at taking care of people nor at preparing nourishing food. She could only sit in Qi Zheng's ward for a short while each day, like a delicate vase.

At first, the Qi family remained calm and waited for Qi Zheng to wake up.

However, by the seventh day, Qi Zheng was still more in a coma than awake, and the collateral branches of Qi He's uncle Qi Youwei's faction could no longer sit still.

The clan held meetings almost every day, debating whether someone else should temporarily take charge of the Qi family until Qi Zheng woke up and they could make a decision.

Qi Youwei's faction naturally supported him to take charge, but the old lady refused to budge, saying that even if Qi Zheng was bedridden, the affairs of the Qi family could not be handed over to the collateral branches and must be managed by Qi He.

Everyone knows what kind of person Miss Qi is. Let alone being in charge, she might not even be able to manage a shop properly.

Qi He didn't take this seriously. Having read the storybook, he already knew that after Qi Zheng was seriously injured, the Qi family would eventually fall into Qi Lanlan's hands.

She was ambitious and resourceful, and as a direct descendant of the Qi family, even though she came from a humble background, she was far more legitimate than Qi Youwei.

Moreover, Juxian is now in Qi Lanlan's hands, and most of the people Juxian left behind are Shang Jue's confidants.

Given Shang Jue's vengeful nature, he was determined to place his most trusted people in the Qi family.

Qi Lanlan is undoubtedly the best choice.

In the original novel, after Shang Jue returned to Ningcheng, the Qi family was indeed under her control.

However, the current situation is slightly different from the original story. In the original story, Qi Zheng was made sick by the original owner of the body, but now he is injured because of Qi He.

No matter how it changes, the plot always seems to correct itself to the same ending.

Thinking of this, Qi He's determination to run away became even stronger.

While the Great Demon King Shang Jue was still recovering from his injuries, Qi He immediately made up her mind to go to Baohua Medical Clinic in the west of the city.

Ever since Shang Jue returned to Yun Jing, Qi He had been plotting a way to escape, and finally remembered a crucial character from a storybook.

As a cannon fodder character in the early part of the story, Qi He was dealt with by the male protagonist, but the story didn't end there. Instead, the protagonist's backstory was revealed, leading to another storyline and the introduction of a new character—Ji Heng, Shang Jue's half-brother.

Qi He remembered that Shang Jue had mentioned to him that after his father married his mother, he had a lover outside the marriage.

Ji Heng was born to that lover and took his mother's surname.

To avoid attracting attention, Qi He did not take the Qi family's carriage, but instead spent half a day finding an inconspicuous blue-curtained carriage and went to Baohua Medical Clinic in the west of the city.

Sitting in the car, the scenery rushed past, and the plot of the original novel gradually surfaced in Qi He's mind.

Ji Heng appeared late because he had been bedridden and unable to get up.

He suffered from blood deficiency, which meant he could not be injured. Once he had a cut, it would not heal and he would bleed to death.

Moreover, Li Su also possesses the extremely rare "Phoenix Blood," just like Shang Yue, which he inherited from his father.

What a bizarre arrangement, what an illogical plot.

Qi He muttered to herself, but in this novel about a son-in-law's rise to power, all sorts of bizarre plots could come up, otherwise how could the author have written more than a thousand pages and still not finished?

Baohua Medical Clinic is located in a secluded spot on the outskirts of the city.

Qi He managed to deduce Ji Heng's courtyard number from over a thousand pages of the storybook, based on just a few lines of text.

He pushed open the door to the third quiet room in the backyard and peeked inside cautiously.

Lying on the couch was a boy of about seventeen or eighteen years old, pale-faced and unconscious. His features were four or five parts similar to Shang Jue's, and it was obvious that they were brothers.

He was pondering how to greet her when he suddenly heard light footsteps behind him, followed by a wary female voice: "Who are you?"

Qi He turned around and stood in front of her a beautiful woman who was very well-maintained. Her eyes had a sharp look in them, and her exact age was hard to tell.

Qi He paused for a few moments, seemingly recalling something, before tentatively asking, "Madam Ji?"

Ji Qiaoyin's expression suddenly changed.

Qi He then knew that she had guessed correctly.

The beautiful woman before him was none other than Shang Jue's father's long-lost lover.

Qi He had indeed heard Shang Jue mention that after his father chose his first wife, his lover disappeared without a trace.

Shang Jue's father always believed that Li Yuan was no longer alive, and he passed away after several years of depression.

To everyone's surprise, Ji Qiaoyin not only didn't die, but was alive and well, and even had a son who was about the same age as Shang Jue.

Qi He introduced herself: "Madam Ji probably doesn't remember me. I am Qi He."

Upon hearing this, Li Yuan recalled for a moment, then a slight smirk appeared on her lips: "You're that little beast's wife?"

The "little beast" probably refers to Shang Jue.

It seems that Ji Qiaoyin's hatred for Shang Jue is truly undisguised.

"What do you want from me?" Ji Qiaoyin seemed to have no suspicion of Qi He.

Of course, this is only the surface level.

Qi He knew Ji Qiaoyin's background; who knew how many people were lying in ambush around her right now? If he made the slightest move, he could say goodbye to this world in the next second.

Qi He said sincerely, "I'm here to make a deal with you, Madam."

Ji Qiaoyin put down the food box in her hand and said in a flat tone, "I don't think you have anything to trade with me."

Qi He handed over the blood sample document that had been prepared earlier: "Madam, why don't you take a look at this before making a decision?"

After a moment, Ji Qiaoyin's expression relaxed a little.

Her gaze was devoid of any warmth as she stared directly at Qi He, as if examining a piece of merchandise or a blood bag.

"Phoenix Blood? It seems you've got some nerve. Aren't you afraid I'll arrest you right now?"

Qi He's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and she clenched her sleeve, but ultimately did not back down.

Suddenly, the cicadas outside the window began to chirp, their clamor filling the silence.

Ji Qiaoyin looked at him, her eyes shifting unpredictably, like a lamp flickering in the darkness.

Qi He knew he had made the right bet.

Ji Heng's sickly appearance was her only weakness.

And this weakness just happens to be caused by the same blood flowing in his veins.