Transmigrated into the daughter of the prime minister, and thrived in space

Wang Yan took off the jade pendant from his waist and threw it to her. "I don't have any silver with me, so I'll give this jade pendant to you first. I'll give you silver when I return to Beijing. Is that okay?"

Yu Xiaoqiao was playing with the jade pendant. She was not an expert, but Lao Mu was an antique fan and knew a little about it. This jade pendant was indeed a top-notch item, but he said.

"Gold has a price, but jade is priceless. I don't know if it's worth money. You must pay me back in the future, and that's all!"

After he finished speaking, he laughed at himself in his heart: In just a moment, my words had unknowingly acquired a certain ancient flavor.

Wang Yan saw that she was afraid that he would default on his debt, so he bowed and smiled, "I will make it up to you someday! May I ask why you came to the uninhabited Sangtai Mountain?"

"I was visiting my relatives when I encountered robbers. My family was killed and I was the only one who survived... I saw you lying in a pool of blood, and I, who was kind-hearted, saved you."

Yu Xiaoqiao raised her hand, wiped the crocodile tears that she had finally squeezed out from the corners of her eyes, and spoke in a very miserable and emotional manner.

Come to think of it, that's probably the case.

Wang Yan consoled her, "I'm sorry for being so abrupt. Miss, please accept my condolences. Could you please tell me your name?"

Yu Xiaoqiao thought for a moment, a sly look flashed across her eyes, "Just call me Xiaoqiao!"

Wang Yan looked at the woman in front of him, who was sometimes insightful and mature, sometimes playful and cute, and sometimes looked obsessed with money, and his curiosity grew even more.

"Girl, where are you going?"

Yu Xiaoqiao's brain was spinning rapidly. She thought that since she had nowhere else to go, she might as well go to Kyoto. There might be clues about the Nine Golden Cauldrons in that prosperous place. Thinking about what the man had just said, she stammered.

"I'm going to Kyoto... Hao, Jing."

Wang Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, and glanced at Yu Xiaoqiao. "I am also going to Haojing, young lady, are you willing to come with me?"

Yu Xiaoqiao thought, at least she could save his life and not harm him.

We are unfamiliar with the place, two are better than one. Besides, if we let him run away, who will we ask for the money? He said with a smile.

"One person is bored, two people can keep each other company, what a good idea!"

"Huh?" Wang Yan didn't understand and couldn't help but ask.

Yu Xiaoqiao smiled sweetly, a hint of embarrassment flashed across her eyes, "Suggestion, not a bad suggestion!"

At this moment, a cold voice sounded outside the carriage.

"Master, Danzhu is late, and he deserves death!" A man with stern eyes and an expressionless face stood beside the car with his hands clasped.

Wang Yan lifted the car curtain, without looking outside, and said coldly: "Nothing, you go back to Beijing first and report the news."

The journey was relatively peaceful and we didn't encounter any killers or robbers.

However, the two were very cautious and only bought dry food occasionally. They spent most of their time in the wilderness, building fires and roasting food. They rarely stayed in hotels and ate and slept in the car.

Wang Yan hung a simple curtain in the carriage, which he opened during the day and closed at night, and they slept on each side.

A month later, we finally arrived in Kyoto.

Yu Xiaoqiao jumped out of the car, stretched, looked up at the solemn words "Hao Jing" on the city gate, a hundred kinds of feelings surged in her heart, and she fantasized secretly.

Are there nine golden tripods here?

Could the original owner’s home be here?

Will this be where I live for a long time?

The inspection for entering Beijing was strict, and their carriage was lined up in the middle of a long procession.

Yu Xiaoqiao was getting a little bored waiting, so she pointed at the city wall ahead, looked at the people walking on the road, and chatted with Wang Yan in a casual manner.

While they were chatting, there was a sudden commotion in the rear, and soon the crowd, under the command of the city guards, made way for a wide road.

A group of cavalry passed by in a cloud of dust and headed towards the city gate.

On the front horse, there was a girl in light purple clothes, her eyes sparkling like water and her eyes were filled with deep anxiety.

A crisp "gig" was heard and the horse galloped past. It must be that something big had happened.

Wang Yan looked at the purple-shirted girl thoughtfully, as if he knew her, yet also as if he didn’t know her.

"Such a dashing beauty is truly captivating!" Yu Xiaoqiao raised her arms, waved them in front of him, and said jokingly.

"She is indeed much more beautiful than someone else!"

After a month of getting along, the two became much more familiar with each other. Wang Yan glanced at Yu Xiaoqiao with something in mind.

Since her soul traveled to Daxin, Yu Xiaoqiao has never seen the original owner's face.

Hearing what he said, it seemed that the original owner was not that good-looking. She sighed in her heart, rolled her eyes at him, and pouted in retaliation.

"Beauty is not yours, so why are you showing off? What do you know? Pretty faces are all the same, but I am one in a million interesting souls. Humph!"

"I've found a place for you to stay for now."

Wang Yan smiled slightly. He was already used to her strange way of speaking, and said seriously.

"Thank you!" Yu Xiaoqiao said with a smile and bowed.

After waiting in line for a long time, the car finally entered the city. When it reached a secluded corner, Wang Yan quietly got off.

The driver continued driving towards the courtyard he had arranged.

"Hey!"

The sound of hurried horse hooves came from afar. She looked back and saw a group of people and horses running towards her.

Yu Xiaoqiao was frightened, thinking that someone was chasing her, so she shouted to the driver to "run faster" and drove away at full speed.

At this time, a man quickly stepped in front of the carriage and pulled the reins.

"Miss, I am Leng Yue, the Prime Minister's guard, and I am here to take you back to the palace."

The man was wearing a black robe and had a shallow scar on the corner of his right eye. He bowed respectfully.

Yu Xiaoqiao couldn't believe it and had no trust in her heart. She looked around, waiting for an opportunity to escape.

At this time, a middle-aged woman ran over, panting: "Miss... Miss!"

Isn't this just pressing on her and using her body to protect the woman?

Yu Xiaoqiao looked at her carefully before she recognized her. It turned out that the woman was Liu Ma, the original owner's wet nurse.

At that time, he was still alive. After waking up, he looked for Yu Xiaoqiao, stumbled and fell down the hillside, and was later rescued by Leng Yue.

Seeing Yu Xiaoqiao's confused face, Liu Ma questioned her and found out that she had "lost all her memories."

While crying and complaining that "the young lady has a miserable life", Aunt Liu told her life story.

The original owner was the eldest daughter of the then Prime Minister Yu Wenrui and the granddaughter of Mei Jiannan, a veteran of three dynasties.

His mother, the prime minister's original wife, died of complications during childbirth that year.

She lived in Suzhou with her grandmother since she was a child, but rushed back to Kyoto because the emperor arranged a marriage for her with the richest man Si Wenming.

Unexpectedly, he encountered a robbery on the way and suffered this misfortune.

When Aunt Liu said this, her eyes flashed with a hint of wanting to say something but stopped. Yu Xiaoqiao did not think deeply and continued to listen to her.

The prime minister had two concubines and raised a son and a daughter.

The son, born to the third concubine, is twelve years old. The daughter, born to the second concubine, is fifteen years old, one year younger than Yu Xiaoqiao.

What’s jaw-dropping is that the original owner was also called Yu Xiaoqiao.

She has the same name and surname as her in her previous life!

What kind of weird fate?

Millennium coincidence?

Yu Xiaoqiao looked at the bustling and crowded streets, her mind wandering as she let the doubts run wild.

It was nearly dusk.

The carriage stopped at the magnificent mansion, with a plaque inscribed with "Prime Minister's Mansion" hanging high, which was very impressive.

Butler Yu and the servant were already waiting at the door and went forward to greet him.

Leng Yue and others bowed and left.

Yu Xiaoqiao and Liu Ma, led by Butler Yu, entered the Prime Minister's residence.

A screen wall comes into view, with a poem written on it.

There is water in a thousand rivers, a moon in a thousand rivers, and a cloudless sky in thousands of miles.

Signed by Mei Qingman.