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

Qi He grabbed the cloak and put it on, hurrying from the backyard to the courtyard.

As I walked through the snow, memories of Song He gradually surfaced in my mind.

As the second cannon fodder character in the original work, whose self-destructive behavior is no less than that of Qi He, Song He is about the same age as Shang Jue, having just turned eighteen this year, and is Qi He's distant cousin.

Although he is Qi He's nephew, the two are more like childhood sweethearts because he was raised in the Qi family since childhood and grew up with Qi He.

Song He has lived in the Qi family since childhood. He and Qi He bullied cats and dogs and committed all kinds of evil deeds. He admired and depended on Qi He extremely and almost obeyed his every word.

He was a perfect, wicked dog under Qi He's command.

When Qi He arrived in the courtyard, Song He had already raised his riding whip high, then brought it down heavily, creating a sharp gust of wind, and lashed it across Shang Jue's back.

The force was both fierce and precise, instantly tearing open the skin and causing blood and spittle to fly everywhere.

The boy let out a muffled groan, his heart and lungs trembling, and a trickle of crimson blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

But his eyes were like those of a demon, the pupils a thick, pure black, without a single glimmer of light.

It was eerie; looking at Song He was like looking at a dead man.

Qi He's expression changed.

As Song He lashed out with the whip for the second time, she immediately shouted, "Stop!"

Upon hearing her voice, Song He paused, and withdrew the whip.

He turned his head and saw Qi He, immediately dropping his malicious expression and replacing it with a sickeningly sweet smile, calling out, "Auntie!"

Then he realized what Qi He had just said and pouted, "Why are you yelling at me...?"

Qi He stopped and then took a clear look at the situation in the courtyard.

Besides Song He and Shang Jue in the courtyard, there was also Qi Lanlan standing to the side, her face pale.

The servants in the courtyard hung their heads in fear. Several disheveled clothes were scattered on the snow, along with drag marks, probably caused by the fight between Song He and Shang Jue when they dragged Shang Jue from the stable.

Qi He's heart pounded like a drum, especially when Shang Jue looked at her. The deep hatred in his eyes pierced her like two icy blades.

She was completely chilled.

Brother, the grievance has its source and the debtor its debtor. It was Song He who slapped you, not me!

Why are you looking at me like that?!

Qi He took a deep breath, composed herself, and looked at Song He: "Why are you here?"

Song He flashed a set of pearly white teeth: "Auntie, I heard this good-for-nothing dared to lay a hand on you, so I came to get revenge for you. Turns out, this good-for-nothing actually stole things!"

Song He had always followed Qi He's lead since childhood. Upon hearing that Qi He was injured, he rushed to the Qi family's old residence without stopping, just to teach Shang Jue a lesson.

In his mind, Qi He had always been glamorous and unrestrained, and the only stain on his life was Shang Jue.

As Qi He's most loyal dog, he would bite Shang Jue every time he saw him, tearing off skin and flesh, determined not to let Shang Jue get away with it.

"Stealing?" Qi He cursed Song He in her heart, but remained outwardly calm. "What did he steal?"

"Stealing clothes from the Qi family!" Song He licked his lips, picked up the scattered clothes on the ground with his toe, and said contemptuously, "Where would a penniless live-in son-in-law get the money to buy these clothes? Every piece of clothing on the ground is worth a lot of money. What else could they be but stolen from the Qi family?"

Qi He looked down and was surprised to find that what Song He said seemed to make some sense.

The robes, cloaks, outer garments, and even a cotton quilt scattered on the ground were not things that Shang Jue could use in the Qi family.

Some of the garments even had the Qi family crest embroidered on the lapel.

She frowned and pondered for a moment, then caught a glimpse of Qi Lanlan's unusual expression out of the corner of her eye. Suddenly, she had a flash of inspiration and understood.

These clothes were secretly sent to Shang Jue by Qi Lanlan!

Yes, as the only innocent and pure person in the whole book, Qi Lanlan couldn't bear to see him suffer from the cold winter, so she secretly sent Shang Jue a change of clothes, avoiding the servants of the Qi family.

That makes sense.

Unexpectedly, Song He witnessed this scene. He knew perfectly well that the clothes were a gift from Qi Lanlan, but he still blatantly lied and falsely accused Shang Jue of stealing.

As a novel about a male protagonist's rise to power, "The Poisonous Son-in-Law of a Military Family" features a protagonist who suffers immense misfortune and hardship in the early stages.

The family dinner was barely over when another wave of trouble arose at the old house, and every single one of them was related to her, the scumbag ex-wife, making the hatred level as solid as a mountain.

Qi He suddenly felt overwhelmed.

Shang Jue knelt in the snow, swaying as he stood up, coughing up a mouthful of bloody saliva, his voice hoarse: "I didn't steal it."

After saying that, he was stunned for a moment. What was there to explain to this scumbag?

"You didn't steal it?" Song He laughed.

He was strikingly handsome and flamboyant, and remarkably young, with a wicked smile. "Are you implying I've wronged you? Did these clothes embroidered with our family crest on the ground just grow legs and run into your room?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Qi Lanlan's face turned deathly pale. She stared intently at Shang Jue, her hands unconsciously clenching into fists.

That's right, she secretly sent the clothes to Shang Jue.

After her rebirth, she never found an opportunity to meet Shang Jue alone.

I finally had some free time tonight and was preparing to do a favor for this future head of the merchant family who would stir up trouble, but before I could deliver the favor, I was caught red-handed by Song He at the door.

In my memory, there was a similar experience in a past life.

Qi Lanlan decided to play along, planning to do Shang Jue an even bigger favor later when he was punished.

Having lived two lives, she was confident she could help Shang Jue out of his predicament.

But Song He had been Qi He's shadow since childhood, so of course he had no affection for her whatsoever.

If Song He discovers that she secretly sent clothes to Shang Jue, then the image she has worked so hard to build in front of Qi Zheng will be completely ruined.

Qi Lanlan was still a little worried; her heart was pounding, and cold sweat silently trickled down the back of her head.

Shang Jue probably won't betray her...

After all, she came to help him.

The boy stood silently in the snow.

Despite Song He's persistent questioning, he never identified Qi Lanlan.

Qi Lanlan breathed a sigh of relief, feeling secretly delighted.

It seems that my past life wasn't just a figment of my imagination; this young merchant patriarch's attitude towards me was indeed different from that of others.

Shang Jue remained silent, and Song He couldn't get any answers by pressing him. Frustrated, Song He, who had come to cause trouble, paced around the snow twice.

Suddenly, his boot stepped on something that looked like a wooden branch, and it poked him.

Song He looked down and saw a small wooden sword that wasn't very well made.

The design is simple, with the four small characters "Peace and Prosperity" engraved on the corners, and a red tassel hanging from the end of the hilt.

The moment he stepped on the wooden sword, Shang Jue's previously indifferent expression finally changed, and a hint of anger clearly surfaced in his eyes.

Song He raised an eyebrow, as if he had discovered something interesting, and bent down to pick up the wooden sword.

Seemingly disgusted by the dirt, it simply grabbed the red tassel and waved it around.

Immediately afterward, he heard Shang Jue's chilling voice, hoarsely saying, "Don't touch it."

At the same time, Qi He's beautiful almond-shaped eyes widened slightly upon seeing the wooden sword.

This is the wooden sword that Shang Yue carved for Shang Jue before she went blind!

Song He seemed to have found a new source of amusement. He shook the wooden sword and laughed maliciously: "Where did this piece of trash come from? It even poked me."

Qi He's alarm bells rang loudly. The next second, Song He pulled a tinderbox from his sleeve and held it under the wooden sword: "Watch me burn it!"

I--!

Qi He almost swore.

How could this brat be so reckless?

Also, Song He wanted to burn your sword, Shang Jue, why are you looking at me like that!

In the original story, this small wooden sword was of great significance to Shang Jue, and it was also one of the main triggers that intensified his hatred for the Qi family.

We must stop this brat from burning the wooden sword, no matter what.

Qi He's heart was pounding in her throat.

In this extremely critical moment, she calmed down, frowned at Shang Jue, took a deep breath, and said, "What are you still standing there for? Pick up the clothes on the ground. I told you to pick up your clothes, not to pick them up in the yard!"

As soon as she finished speaking, three pairs of eyes fell on Qi He.

Shang Jue's gaze was obscure and unreadable.

Qi Lanlan looked surprised, a hint of shock flashing in her eyes. This useless second sister was actually doing things differently than in her previous life.

Song He was completely stunned!

"Auntie, what did you say?" Song He was stunned and involuntarily loosened the fire folding cloth.

Qi He slightly raised her chin, and with an air of arrogance and without changing her expression, lied, "The clothes were given to Shang Jue by me."

"How could that be?!" Song He suddenly exploded in anger. "You're lying to me! This was clearly delivered to him by Qi Lanlan!"

Qi He: "..."

Blanched it? Oh, I knew that!

You little brat, you're definitely here to cause trouble on purpose!

She coughed lightly, her face remaining calm and composed, and said, "I asked Qi Lanlan to deliver it. Do you have a problem with that?"

Shock and confusion flashed in Song He's eyes, finally settling into bewilderment: "Why? Aunt, didn't you hate him to the core?"

The implication was that they didn't understand why Qi He was helping Shang Jue cover up this lie.

"What's it to you?" Qi He glared at him, her eyes slightly upturned, exuding an indescribable bright and flamboyant charm that made Song He's heart skip a beat.

Qi He leaned closer to him, and a faint sweet fragrance enveloped him, causing Song He's Adam's apple to bob involuntarily for a moment.

It smells so good...

What kind of incense does Auntie use?

Song He felt somewhat intoxicated.

Qi He, oblivious to their close proximity, lowered her voice and softly rebuked, "You dared to expose Qi Lanlan for delivering clothes to Shang Jue in the middle of the night? In the dead of night, she's secretly meeting with her brother-in-law! If word gets out, where will I put my face? Are you truly stupid, or are you deliberately trying to harm me? Does the Qi family need you to provide such a laughingstock?"

Qi He deliberately emphasized the last sentence.

Song He's expression immediately changed, and he said aggrievedly, "I didn't think that much about it, I just wanted to stand up for you..."

After Qi He said that, the way he looked at Qi Lanlan changed.

He had never liked Qi Lanlan, and now it had escalated to loathing her.

"If you wanted to avenge me, why did you have to pick this time of year?" Qi He breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Song He was bad to others, he was really naive to her, and she was so easy to coax.

"We can't let him off so easily!" A ruthless glint flashed in Song He's eyes. "Qi Lanlan knew about this good-for-nothing's relationship with you, yet she still dared to meet him in the middle of the night. She clearly doesn't respect you!"

Qi Hexiang rolled her eyes. You're overthinking it. I don't care at all.

Even if Shang Jue falls in love with a pig, it has nothing to do with me.

"Yes, thank goodness Second Sister remembered, otherwise I really wouldn't know how to end this today." Qi Lanlan spoke up in time, taking the opportunity to smooth things over, and squeezed out an impeccable smile, "Since it was all a misunderstanding, I think everyone should go back to their rooms and rest. With such heavy snow, you might catch a cold."

Shang Jue stood still, his eyes fixed on the wooden sword, unblinking, his fierce expression suggesting he was about to pounce and snatch it back at any moment.

Seeing that he didn't move, Qi He had no choice but to give herself another way out, speaking coldly: "It's fine if you ruin yourself, but with such heavy snow, don't ruin the clothes I bought for you."

After she finished speaking, she prepared to take the wooden sword from Song He and return it to Shang Jue, having even thought of her next line—

The phrase "Who cares about a piece of rotten wood like you?" perfectly fits the character of Miss Qi.

However, Song He's chilling tone abruptly ended her performance.

His face was extremely pale, his eyes bloodshot, and he glared angrily at Qi He: "Aunt, what did you just say?"

Qi He: "?"

What did I say?

What are you up to now, little brother?

"You said..." he said, each word deliberate, his eyes burning with jealousy that seemed capable of incinerating Shang Jue, "that this good-for-nothing is wearing, you personally bought it for him?"

A look of bewilderment flashed across Qi He's face, then she realized something was wrong. In the original story, Song He was an extremely jealous scoundrel whose obsessive possessiveness towards the original owner had reached a perverted level.

She vaguely remembered that, as spoiled as the original owner of this body was, she had never bought anything for anyone from childhood to adulthood.

The business strategy is the first one.

Gan!

Failed!

Qi He froze, and before she could think of a solution, she heard Song He's furious voice.

"Since your aunt has spoken up for you, I'll let you off the hook today." Song He's eyes were like ice shards, and his smile was terrifying. "But since you didn't steal it, you still need to find a way to prove your innocence."

He paused, then said, word by word, "Men, strip this good-for-nothing of his clothes!"