As soon as Qi An entered the new body, he felt his ten fingers burning, his arms trembling, and he was in unbearable pain.
I was exhausted and my stomach was growling with hunger.
She opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was a teacup, held in her hands, extended forward at eye level.
The tea wasn't so hot to the touch anymore, which shows how long those hands had been held up.
Further ahead was a table laden with delicacies from land and sea, including everything that flies in the sky, swims in the water, and runs on the ground.
There were also several plates of exquisitely fragrant pastries, quite extravagant.
Sitting at the table was a plump old woman, about forty or fifty years old, dressed in brightly colored silks and satins, with five or six thumb-thick gold hairpins in her hair.
It made people worry that her neck might snap suddenly.
This nouveau riche outfit, adorned with gold and silver, didn't give her any air of nobility; instead, it made her look even more out of place.
At that moment, she was gnawing on a large pork knuckle, her mouth dripping with oil.
Her skin was dark, and she had slanted eyes with too much white in them. Coupled with her ravenous eating habits, she was simply a pitiful sight.
Qi An was standing right next to her, offering her a teacup with both hands, but the old woman remained unmoved as if she were blind.
Ata cursed, "Eat, eat, eat! Why don't you eat yourself to death, you old geezer?"
Qi An could feel that the body he was in was very weak, he was having some difficulty breathing, and he was about to collapse.
She channeled her spiritual energy, and all her discomfort vanished instantly.
Alright, let's get started.
The old woman had too much stuffed in her mouth and couldn't swallow it all in time. She choked and her eyes rolled back.
She coughed violently a few times, spitting out food scraps that landed on the dining table in front of her.
Qi An, who was about to take action, and Ata, who was furious: ...
Ugh~~
The old woman serving nearby quickly stepped forward and patted her chest to help her calm down.
The old woman choked, her face turning bright red. Already ugly, she now looked even more like a demon.
She waved the old woman away, then turned and pointed at Qi An, rolling her eyes and spitting as she spoke:
"Are you dead? Can't you see I'm choking? Hurry up and bring me some tea, hiccup..."
He even burped after saying that.
Qi An, Ata: ...
Ugh... Ugh...
She reached out to take the tea from Qi An's hand, but instead missed.
As she looked up, a cup of hot tea was splashed all over her face, and then the teacup flew over and hit her on the head.
"Ouch... Ah... You bitch, what are you doing?" she roared, covering her head and face.
Qi An's response was to reach out and grab the hem of the tablecloth, lift it up and flip it over, spilling a whole table of delicacies, soup and all, onto the old woman.
She tumbled off the chair, fell to the ground and wailed, her face and body covered in meat bones, meatball soup, and a sweet and sour fish on her chest.
Qi An took a few steps back, used a cleansing spell to wash his face, and then took a deep breath.
Damn it, she's disgusting.
That old bastard just spat all over her face, and his bad breath was awful...
Ugh~ I don't even want to think about it, it's too disgusting.
It's a pity about that expensive Junshan Silver Needle tea. It wasn't very hot after holding it for a while, otherwise the old man would have been scalded in the face.
The owner of this body was named Song Xinlan, and this old woman was her mother-in-law, Han Liushi.
His son, Han Xiuzhe, was Song Xinlan's husband and a fourth-rank military officer.
Three years ago, on the second day of their wedding, he left home to fight on the border and has not returned since.
She has been married into the family for three years, and for three years she has been harassed by Han's mother. It can be said that there is not a single day without her finding fault.
He would stand in the morning and evening prayers without fail, rain or shine, and was always finding fault with everything he did, often scolding and beating people up.
It was common for them to stand by and serve tea on an empty stomach, just like they had done earlier.
He would often berate Song Xinlan as a barren hen, saying that if her son weren't away, he would definitely take several concubines for him.
However, in the three years since their marriage, they only shared a room once on their wedding night.
If Song Xinlan really gave birth to a child, could the child bear the surname Han?
The old man is shrewd and discerning; he's just deliberately finding fault.
The only reason Song Xinlan endured humiliation and hardship was that she truly loved Han Xiuzhe, and she firmly believed that her husband loved her too.
The letters he sent home from the border from time to time were filled with tender words and longing and love for her.
Therefore, she was able to endure Han's mother's harshness and difficulties, and serve her as her own mother.
When she felt wronged, she would go back to her room to read the letters Han Xiuzhe had sent her, kneel before the Buddha statue to pray for him, and that's how she got through each day.
She eagerly awaited her husband's safe return from the battlefield so they could live a peaceful and happy life together.
In the end, Han Xiuzhe returned safely from the battlefield and was even promoted for his meritorious service.
Instead, he brought back a beautiful woman, saying that she was the love of his life.
The woman acted strangely, always looking at her with disdain and speaking in a language she couldn't understand.
"Tsk, you ancient women are so pathetic, spending your whole lives revolving around men."
Her husband looked at the woman with fascination and said that she was unlike any other woman he had ever met.
For three whole years, she lived like a widow, managing the household for him and serving his mother.
She had finally managed to bring him back, but less than a month later, she died in the cold woodshed during the dead of winter.
Shortly thereafter, her father and younger brother also died at the hands of the villains.
This is the consequence of her devoted love and passion.
She died with her eyes wide open, her soul wandering between heaven and earth, witnessing many truths she had never known before, and only then did she realize how ridiculous her perseverance over the past few years had been.
She was terribly scammed!
I swear I will not rest until I avenge this humiliation!
With the help of her maid, Han's mother stood up, covered in leftover food and soup, looking utterly disheveled.
But she couldn't care less about that at the moment; she stared at Qi An in disbelief.
The daughter-in-law, who used to be able to do whatever she wanted to her without ever resisting, actually dared to lay a hand on her just now?
The anger overwhelmed everything else; she was so angry that her fat jiggled.
This is outrageous!
"Song Xinlan, you unfilial and disobedient wretch, I'll beat you to death today..."
Han's mother waved her thick, fan-like hand and screamed as she lunged at Qi An, her target being her face.
"Miss……"
"Don't hit our young lady..."
In her peripheral vision, two young girls dressed as maids rushed in from outside the door, shouting and trying to block her way.
Seeing that it was too late, the two were so anxious they were almost in tears.
The young lady has been in poor health since childhood; this slap will likely keep her sick for a long time.
Then they watched as their frail, sickly young lady raised her foot and kicked the old hag away.
It flew over the overturned dining table, over them, and slammed into the window with a bang, then bounced and fell to the ground.
The window sash crashed down with a bang as her obese body struck it, hitting her in the process.
Han's mother's pig-like screams echoed throughout the mansion.
Song Xinlan's two maids, Lüzhu and Hongdou, quickly ran to Qi An to protect her.
Qi An looked at the two little girls' trembling bodies and sighed.
I was clearly scared myself.
Han's mother was kicked by Qi An and fell to the ground, groaning and unable to get up for a long time. She vomited up everything she had eaten.
In her mind's eye, Ata pinched her nose and yelled, "...Ugh, this is disgusting!"
Qi An used his feet because he didn't want to get his hands dirty, as Han's mother's clothes were too filthy.
The maids who served Han's mother saw that their mistress had been wronged, so they stepped forward to grab Qi An, wanting to avenge their mistress.
Green Pearl and Red Bean stood firmly in front of her, protecting her tightly.
Qi An pushed the two girls aside and kicked the old women away one by one.
Just as Han's mother, who had been helped up by her maid and struggled to get halfway up, was thrown back to her original position by several flying old women.
They piled on top of each other like a human pyramid, pressing Han's mother down to the bottom, making her eyes roll back in her head.
Red Bean, Green Pearl: "..."
Did their frail and sickly young lady take some kind of magic pill?
How did you suddenly become so amazing?
Shocked as they were, the two were jumping for joy inside.
That's great! After being bullied by this old hag for so long, Miss has finally come to her senses and knows how to fight back.
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