Marrying a scumbag man to a beautiful man: Rebirth of the prostitute's alluring daughter

"Miss, miss..."

The voice of the maid Qing He came vaguely to her ears, Qing He? Qing He! Thinking of Qing He, Xia Chiwan was shocked.

Bu Zhanfeng, as his name suggests, stands out and shows off his sharp edge. Bu Zhanfeng was only twenty-one years old, and he won the first prize in both civil and military affairs.

However, no matter how outstanding Bu Zhanfeng is, he only has the title of Number One Scholar but no official title. It is extremely difficult to get to know her, the daughter of the prime minister.

If it weren't for Qing He, the little matchmaker, who secretly helped, made connections, and often suggested Bu Zhanfeng in front of her, how could she have fallen in love with that scumbag Bu Zhanfeng!

It can be said that Qinghe is the origin of Xia Chiwan's painful life.

Xia Chiwan opened his eyes, which were extremely sharp, with a fierce light in his eyes, and he stared at Qing He fiercely. His expression was like that of an evil ghost crawling back from hell, trying to take the life of a stranger.

"Miss?" Xia Chiwan had always been kind to Qing He, but Qing He had never seen such a fierce expression on Xia Chiwan's face.

"Miss, it hurts." The wrist seemed to be tightly clasped by iron claws, and the bones hurt so much, as if they were about to break. Qing He's face wrinkled up in pain.

"It hurts?" Xia Chiwan repeated doubtfully. She is a dead person. How could Qinghe feel pain?

Xia Chiwan turned her watery eyes, and sure enough she saw a layer of red marks on Qinghe's wrist that she was holding. The memories before she fainted flooded into Xia Chiwan's mind like a tide.

Yes, she died, but she was reborn!

"Miss, are you having a nightmare?" As soon as Xia Chiwan let go, Qinghe quickly washed a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from Xia Chiwan's forehead.

Nightmare? Indeed, she had a terrible nightmare. In the dream, those man-eating demons were chasing her one by one, knocking her bones and sucking their marrow. The Qinghe in front of her was one of them.

However, after she lost power, Qing He, a slave, came to show off his power in front of her master. It seemed that she had not seen such a humble expression on Qing He's face for a long time.

"Yes." Xia Chiwan responded calmly. The Qinghe in front of her was not the lady she remembered as she finally became, but the look of a teenager in her prime.

Looking at the familiar bed curtains and smelling his favorite plum fragrance before taking a breath, Xia Chiwan's heart felt warm. "What time is it now?"

"It's already noon, Miss. Are you feeling hungry?" Qing He quickly regained his composure, thinking that the Miss might have been frightened before and had a nightmare, so she showed such a scary expression.

As soon as Qing He said this, Xia Chiwan felt that his stomach was empty and he felt hungry.

"Prepare hot water for me. I want to take a bath, and then ask the cook to make some clear lotus porridge." Xia Chiwan opened the quilt, her body was wet and sticky, and she was very uncomfortable.

"Miss, you can't do this. You have to cover it. What if you get hot again?" Qing He quickly put the quilt back, with a nervous look on his face. He was really a "loyal" good slave.

Xia Chiwan slapped Qing He with his backhand, "How dare you, are you the master or I am the master? How dare you not listen to the master's words? What's the use of having a slave like you here!"

In the past, she was too kind to these slaves. Even if the slaves did something wrong, she would only scold them a few times and never take action.