Quick Transmigration: My System is a Big Liar

At night, the village was brightly lit and decorated with festive cheer, and everyone's face was beaming with a bright smile.

In the council chamber, Chu Qing sat at the head of the table, with her parents on her left and her second uncle Chu Xiong on her right, while her brothers sat below.

One by one, they held up their drinks and took turns toasting Chu Qing, uttering all sorts of sweet words.

"Wishing the Boss a happy marriage."

May you have a long and happy marriage.

"Have a son soon."

"Two children in three years."

Chu Qing was fearless, drinking bowl after bowl, not knowing how much he had drunk. Fortunately, this body had a good alcohol tolerance.

Meanwhile, in the new house...

Qin Jing, dressed in a red wedding robe, sat calmly on the wedding bed, holding a history book in his hand. He seemed not to hear Shu Mo's indignation.

"Since we're here, let's make the best of it. Perhaps this place is more suitable for us."

"Young Master, this is a bandit's den, how could it be suitable?" Shu Mo said anxiously. His young master should be matched with the best girl in the world, not a notorious bandit leader.

"Shumo, when did you become like them, judging people by their background?"

“But they are bandits. They disregarded your wishes and forced you to get married. How can they do that?” Shumo muttered in dissatisfaction.

Qin Jing's tone was completely calm, as if he were talking about someone else's business. "With my health, I may not live to see the day I get married. Now that someone is willing to marry your young master, Shumo, you should be happy."

"Young Master, please don't say that. You will get better," Shu Mo said, choking back tears. "If you don't like hearing this, I will never say it again."

"If I go there in the future, you just stay here and they won't make things difficult for you." The rumors about Chicken Head Mountain Village have always existed among the people, and they have a high opinion of them, so he is not worried about Shumo's safety.

"Young Master, I'll go outside and see if there's anything I can help with." Shu Mo's tears kept streaming down her face. Afraid that the young master would see, she made an excuse and ran out.

They lived in a mountain village, where no one restricted their freedom, and no one monitored them.

On the contrary, the people in the mountain village were very friendly to them.

Chu Qing had drunk quite a bit, but her mind was still very clear. She scared away her brothers who were trying to make a ruckus in the wedding night with her strength.

Just kidding. Qin Jing's health isn't very good to begin with. If they scare her badly, she'll be the one who suffers in the end.

As she walked towards the room, she was almost bumped by a dark figure that rushed out, but luckily she reacted quickly and dodged it.

Shu Mo still couldn't accept the fact that the young master would leave, and was heartbroken. He didn't even notice that he almost bumped into someone, nor did he notice that Chu Qing entered the room.

The door opened again, and Qin Jing closed the book in his hand. He quietly watched Chu Qing approach, a hint of amazement flashing in his eyes.

Chu Qing spoke first, her tone intimate, as if the two were a loving couple, "Reading at night is bad for your eyes. If A-Jing likes it, you can read during the day."

Qin Jing stood up. "What you say is true, Miss. I understand."

Chu Qing corrected her, "A-Jing is calling me the wrong person. We are now husband and wife, so A-Jing should call me 'wife'."

"Since you are husband and wife, why doesn't the young lady change how she addresses me? Instead, she asks me to change how I address her?" Qin Jing asked in return.

Chu Qing raised an eyebrow and parted her red lips slightly, "So A-Jing doesn't like this title! Then I'll call you husband from now on, okay?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Jing blushed, but the thought of his frail body instantly extinguished the flame in his heart.

“Miss Chu, Jing’s health is failing, and he may not be able to stay with you for much longer. You shouldn’t.”

Chu Qing could guess what he was going to say next, and said in a serious yet light tone, "A-Jing, you probably don't know, but your wife is not only highly skilled in martial arts, but also proficient in medicine. The poison in your body will be cured in less than a month."

Qin Jing had been poisoned for many years, and all his internal organs were damaged. Chu Qing planned to have him soak in a medicinal bath for a month to recuperate, and then take the antidote pill a month later.

Qin Jing's lips moved, and it took him a while to find his voice, "Are you sure, Miss, that I've been poisoned?"

Over the past ten years or so, the family has consulted many doctors, all of whom said that he was born with this condition and would not live past the age of eighteen. They could only temporarily alleviate the symptoms, but could not cure it completely.

Chu Qing explained, "You were poisoned about fifteen years ago. It's a rare, slow-acting poison. People who are poisoned by it have symptoms similar to premature babies—weak and sickly. So doctors usually treat it as a sign of general weakness."

Qin Jing believed Chu Qing's words without a doubt. He couldn't think of any reason why Chu Qing would lie to him. Moreover, he had been taking medicine for many years, but his health had not improved; on the contrary, it was getting worse.

He was poisoned fifteen years ago when he was only two years old.

My mother passed away that year, my stepmother came into the family that year, and my second brother was born that year as well.

My second brother was born only seven months before my stepmother entered the family. My father's explanation has always been that my second brother was premature.

But was the second brother really a premature baby?

Qin Jing was unwilling to speculate with malice, but the various coincidences coming together made it impossible for him not to guess what was hidden behind it.

When Chu Qing came out after washing up, she saw Qin Jing standing there blankly, still in the same position after a long while.

"Ah Jing, it's getting late, let's rest!"

Chu Qing immediately picked up Qin Jing in a princess carry, placed him on the bed, and then climbed on top of him.

Qin Jing stood stiffly, her cheeks flushed, somewhat at a loss, her eyes avoiding looking at the person on top of her.

"What are you thinking about? You look hot. Do you want me to help you take off your clothes?" Chu Qing rolled over and lay down inside, noticing the sweat on his forehead, and asked him specifically.

"No, no need, Jing can do it herself." Qin Jing tiptoed off her outer garment and lay down on the edge of the bed.

Seeing the considerable distance between them, Chu Qing rolled over and landed next to Qin Jing, pulled his arm away, snuggled into his arms, found a comfortable position, and closed her eyes.

Noticing Qin Jing's nervousness, Chu Qing patted him casually and muttered, "Go to sleep! We'll start the detoxification process for you tomorrow."

Perhaps because of the alcohol, Chu Qing's eyes were drooping, and after speaking, she fell asleep, even emitting soft snores.

There was someone in Qin Jing's arms, whose breath was on his face. He could see the slightly open mouth with just a turn of his head, which made him blush.

She wanted to move to the side, but this was already the very edge, with nowhere to move at all, and she was even more afraid of waking the person in her arms.

Qin Jing didn't know how much time had passed before he finally drifted off to sleep.