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

After seeing the queen, the emperor returned to the imperial study, sat alone on a bench by the window, and quietly looked at the falling snow.

The handkerchief tightly clenched in her hand had a faint blood-red tinge to the folds.

He blamed himself in his heart. As the emperor, he didn't even know that the queen was poisoned and now the poison was so serious.

Thinking of this, he forced a smile from the corner of his lips and sighed: He was poisoned, and no one knew it. What they are hiding is only known to themselves.

In the face of the overall situation, personal life and death are no longer important.

His health is deteriorating day by day. If he doesn't arrange his affairs after his death properly, it will bring immeasurable disaster to Daxin.

The veins on his hand that was clutching the handkerchief bulged.

He took advantage of Li Mochen's mission to the northern border to thoroughly investigate his hidden forces. He should not hesitate now, he must act decisively and root them out.

He tried to stand up, but his feet were a little unstable and he staggered and almost fell.

"Your Majesty, Lord Ding'an has arrived." Eunuch Li shook off the dust and said in a low voice.

The emperor supported the armrest of the chair with one hand, paused for a moment and said, "Call him in."

Glancing at Lord Ding'an who came in slowly, he coughed twice and said, "The Ministry of Revenue and the Ministry of War... are handed over to you. A major replacement will be made within ten days..." As he said this, he handed him a list.

"Your Majesty, are you so anxious? I, an old minister, am worried... Is such a thunderous force too much?" Duke Anguo asked cautiously.

Duke Anguo, a veteran of two dynasties and a minister of the Shangshufang, is still in good health and vigorous spirit despite his seventies.

Although he is a man who has seen a lot of ups and downs, he is still frightened by the emperor's drastic actions.

The emperor did not raise his eyes, but looked out the window, "This is not the time to do it... Go and do it!"

Duke Anguo nodded and left. When he walked out of the imperial study, he turned around, looked deeply at the emperor, shook his head and left.

The emperor's seemingly calm eyes concealed turbulent waves.

Not long after, he summoned several important officials... and made arrangements for the important task of investigating and replacing people.

Prior to this, he had arranged for secret guards to issue a kill order against two ministers who held great power and were difficult to shake.

So far, only one has been removed.

"Your Majesty, I am here." Eunuch Li hurried forward and leaned over to say.

The emperor crossed his hands and rubbed his fingers gently, "Bring him here."

He sat back in the armchair and used the lid of his cup to skim off the foam on his tea. "What's going on in the northern border?"

"The Witch King's birthday is in ten days, and the birthday celebration team should proceed as usual." Yu Xiang bowed and spoke slowly.

The emperor was silent for a moment, "Any news about Yu Xiaoqiao and the others?"

"No. Some time ago, Young Master Si sent back a message saying that he had found Yu Xiaomo, but he didn't mention anything else." Yu Xiang's voice was calm, but his body couldn't help but tense up slightly.

The emperor's gaze passed Yu Wenrui and stopped at the white jade peach blossom vase in the palace. "Is Yu Xiaomo really the son of the old witch king?"

Yu Wenrui lowered his head and did not answer for a long time.

I really don't know how to respond. Yes, obviously I'm not sure. No, what if it is?

The emperor gently placed the teacup on the table and asked again.

Yu Wenrui swallowed his saliva and had to tell the emperor what he was thinking, looking at him with great fear and trepidation.

The emperor didn't care. He picked up the brush and wrote four words - Heaven's Law and Reincarnation.

He stared at her in a daze for a while, "Is there any way to get in touch with her?"

"I'll try, but I dare not say. What does Your Majesty have to say?" Yu Wenrui's expression became more solemn.

The emperor's lips curled up slightly, as if he was smiling. "I have no instructions, but I told them to be more careful and make sure they come back safe and sound. No one... can be left behind."

If Yu Xiaomo is the orphan of the old Witch King, he will definitely try to take back the Northern Territory, which will be a hundred benefits and no harm to Daxin.

However, the road to a coup is so bloody, can they... return safely?

If Yan'er doesn't come back, who can take over my kingdom?

When Wen Ming returns, he will eventually have to face the Chen family's righteous army.

Father and son...such a sin!

"Yes!" Yu Wenrui felt relieved when he saw the emperor pursed his lips slightly.

He walked out of the imperial study, looked up at the falling snow, and reached out to catch them. The goose-feather-like snowflakes fell into his palm and melted instantly, and a cool feeling penetrated into his heart.

He put on his hood, walked into the snow, and his figure gradually disappeared.

There has been heavy snow in the northern border in the past two days, and the snow is all over the sky, but there is no snow in Hefengju.

Yu Xiaoqiao sat in front of the window, looking at the white mountains in the distance, her heart in turmoil.

Just now, she talked about Feng Musheng with Si Wenming.

The two of them conducted an in-depth analysis of the intelligence information handed over by all parties, and finally came to the same conclusion - rebirth.

Feng Mucheng was destined to die on his birthday and was reborn because of it.

They want to make history repeat itself and let Feng Musheng die on his birthday again.

Feng Musheng will definitely take advantage of the information gap and try to rewrite his fate.

One thing that Yu Xiaoqiao kept thinking about in her mind was whether she had traveled through time before Feng Mucheng died in his previous life?

In her previous life, she devoted herself to study and scientific research and had never read any rebirth novels. She wondered what would happen if she disrupted history?

Whether history can be changed is unknown.

If it could be changed, it is unknown whether she, who traveled from the future, would disappear.

Yu Xiaoqiao was nervous for a moment and couldn't help but shrink back.

At some point, Si Wenming entered the room, saw her curled up in the armchair, and put his hand on her shoulder.

Yu Xiaoqiao shuddered.

"What's wrong?" Si Wenming leaned over, his voice as soft as water.

Yu Xiaoqiao looked up, a smile on her lips, and shook her head.

"Even if I were really reborn and had some advantages, I might not be able to rewrite history." Si Wenming said calmly, trying his best to appear relaxed.

He was afraid that she would worry.

Yu Xiaoqiao didn't dare tell him about her anxiety because she knew he was under a lot of pressure and was afraid that it would distract him.

When masters fight, victory or defeat depends on a hair's breadth.

"Take a rest. You've just recovered and your body is still weak. Feng Muchen, Ling Yan and I will take care of him. You, eat well and sleep well..." Si Wenming carried her to the bed, covered her with a quilt, and reached out to close her eyes.

Yu Xiaoqiao only felt a soft coolness on her forehead, and when she opened her eyes again, he was gone.

Si Wenming went out of the house to discuss countermeasures with Li Lingyan.

Until midnight, there was no clear response plan.

When Si Wenming came out of Li Lingyan's house, a gust of cold wind blew past, and his cheeks were hurt. He could not help but tighten his cloak. Seeing that the time was about right, he left Hefengju.

Go to the place agreed with Qing Lingping.