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

Going further in, the courtyard becomes deeper and deeper. You walk around the half-person-high white jade railings, pass through the exquisite nanmu corridors, and pass by marble columns inlaid with luminous pearls... It is noble and elegant.

Along the way, we met some maids and servants, all of whom were standing by the road in silence, calling out softly, "Hello, Miss," without any disturbance.

We walked deeper and deeper, but still hadn't reached the inner courtyard.

Yu Xiaoqiao couldn't help but sigh that the old house in Kyoto was magnificent. It seemed that the Prime Minister had extraordinary honors and favor, or extraordinary power.

If it were someone else, entering a luxurious house for the first time, they would inevitably feel nervous and uneasy, fearing that they would make a mistake and lose face.

However, Yu Xiaoqiao is not an ordinary person. She has an indescribable sense of freedom and detachment.

She walked and looked all the way, with a smile on her face, without any restraint or the slightest shyness that a girl should have.

Confident in the calmness of his face, reserved in his heart, and an indescribable maturity and composure.

She strolled leisurely in the garden, looking at the scenery in the mansion, touching the weeping willows intently, stepping on the arch bridge and stopping to gaze into the distance... She was extremely casual.

Very comfortable!

Her demeanor as she walked along was noticed by all the servants in the mansion. It was surprising that this "young lady" who had been heard for more than ten years turned out to be such a person.

The girl has a unique strength and deep eyes. She is gentle, polite, easy-going and approachable...but she is also hard to figure out.

When they reached the inner courtyard, Butler Yu bowed and withdrew. The servant who led the way was replaced by a maid, a little girl who was still childish.

Suddenly, a thin rope appeared under Yu Xiaoqiao's feet. She was almost tripped and fell because of the darkness.

Yu Xiaoqiao had a stress response, grabbed the rope and jumped into the air, did a beautiful backflip, and landed steadily.

I saw a chubby little boy and a pretty little girl falling heavily to the ground.

Ouch, the original owner knows martial arts, surprise!

Yu Xiaoqiao was secretly delighted, but her face remained expressionless, even serious.

I guessed that they must be half-brother and sister - Yu Chuxiao and Yu Chuwan.

Yu Xiaoqiao got a foot-long stick from somewhere and looked at the two of them with a smile.

Yu Chuxiao, a pair of big round eyes on his chubby face, blinked non-stop, with his hands behind his back, standing straight.

Yu Chuwan, with her almond-shaped eyes glaring sideways, clutched her clothes tightly with her hands, and tapped the ground with one toe.

The two men stood up obediently and stretched out their hands... Each of them was hit hard with a stick, and their palms immediately turned red.

"Yu Chuxiao, Yu Chuwan, listen carefully! You have dominated for more than ten years. Although I am new here, I am still your elder sister. If you dare to play a prank again, I will not let you off easily!"

After saying this, Yu Xiaoqiao stretched out a smile, but it disappeared in a flash, and she strode forward.

Behind me, there were only two little faces, full of grievance, hatred and indignation.

When we walked into the yard, an old woman came over with a brass basin filled with mugwort, osmanthus flowers, etc., and half-knelt to salute.

Then, holding a pomelo leaf, he dipped it in the basin of water, and circled around Yu Xiaoqiao, sprinkling water on her while muttering something.

The ceremony is over.

The old maid smiled kindly, "My dear Miss, I am Aunt Zhang from the Second Madam's courtyard. The Madam sent someone to bring me the pomelo leaves from the south to help you get rid of the bad luck along the way."

Yu Xiaoqiao's heart was slightly shocked, "Second Aunt, you are thoughtful."

Then, Yu Xiaoqiao was led by a maid to the side room to bathe and change clothes.

Yu Xiaoqiao stared at herself in the bronze mirror—her eyes were lively and bright, her nose was small and tall, and her lips were sexy and plump...

Not only is she not ugly, she is quite pretty. That kid Wang Yan must be blind.

Two sticks of incense later, Yu Xiaoqiao, with the help of her maid, changed into a brand new light blue dress, and casually pinned a pearl hairpin, letting her black hair fall on her shoulders.

"Oh my, what a pretty girl! She has such a charming demeanor, no wonder the old lady raised her." The woman's hearty voice, as clear as a silver bell, echoed in her ears.

Then, the sound of very light footsteps was heard outside the house, and a faint fragrance came with the wind.

Yu Xiaoqiao looked up and saw a woman walking towards her from afar.

Her hair is like mist, her figure is graceful, and her purple dress sways slightly, giving off an air of elegance that is implicit but not revealing.

Upon closer inspection, she had beautiful eyes, fair skin and a radiant complexion, and did not look like a middle-aged woman at all.

The woman came closer, took Yu Xiaoqiao's hand, and looked her up and down carefully, "Qiao'er, you've had a hard time on the way. Come sit down and talk."

The person who came was the second wife of the Prime Minister’s Mansion. Her surname was Yang and her name was Siyu. She came to the mansion eighteen years ago.

Her family has a strong background, and there have been third-rank officials in three generations.

At that time, everyone was curious about why the Yang family would promise their daughter to be a concubine to an eighth-rank official with no background.

Until recent years, when I heard that Rui was favored by the emperor and promoted to the highest official rank, everyone was convinced of Yang's sharp vision.

Yu Xiaoqiao smiled and bowed deeply: "Qiao'er, meet the second wife."

Men in ancient times were indeed the model of "taking concubines and beauties", and the second wife was definitely a beauty!

Yang's face was full of smiles, and there was an inexplicable light in her eyes. "Your mother passed away early, I will definitely treat you like my own mother. Take a rest, the master will be back soon."

Yu Xiaoqiao's heart was in turmoil, but there was no sign of it on her face, and she always had a decent smile on her face.

"Second Madam, the master is back. Please come over with the eldest lady for dinner."

Yu Xiaoqiao took a deep breath and thought: I just passed one level and there is another one to come.

The candles are lit and the delicious food is served.

In the hall, there was a table with sumptuous dishes, and six people were seated at the table, including the master, two concubines, and three children, with seven or eight maids and servants serving them.

There was a hint of grievance or anger in Yu Chuwan and Yu Chuxiao's eyes.

However, at such a young age, they were already accustomed to hiding their emotions. They ate their meal in peace, only occasionally stealing glances at Yu Xiaoqiao out of the corner of their eyes.

Yu Xiaoqiao turned a blind eye, looked indifferent, and ate silently.

The second wife, Yang, and the third wife, Liu, sat on either side of the middle-aged man. Unlike other concubines, they did not wait on the head of the family for dinner first. Instead, they were calm and ate their own meals.

This middle-aged man is his "father"? !

Yu Wenrui had a solemn face, regular facial features, a four-inch beautiful beard on his chin, and he never smiled.

He introduced Yu Xiaoqiao's two aunts and brother's wife, and they exchanged a few simple pleasantries.

After dinner, Yu Wenrui walked in front and Yu Xiaoqiao followed, all the way to the study.

The girl in front of him was graceful and elegant. Yu Wenrui felt lost and sighed after a while.

"Just like your mother!"

Yu Wenrui stared at her intently, but his eyes seemed to pass through her, looking into the distance and seeing his beloved from more than ten years ago.

Yu Xiaoqiao remained silent, facing her father with a lot of questions in her mind.

"How have you been in Suzhou these years?" After a long time, Yu Wenrui came back to his senses and asked slowly.

"Oh, I forgot that you lost your memory due to the robbery. Fortunately, you have been practicing martial arts since childhood and managed to survive." Without waiting for Yu Xiaoqiao to respond, Yu Wenrui asked and answered himself.

"Apart from amnesia, do you have any other discomforts? Let the court doctor check it out in detail later." Yu Wenrui's words were full of concern.

Yu Xiaoqiao had been fatherless since childhood, and immediately a warm current flowed through her heart, and she replied softly, "No."

When she was thankful that her father cared about her, Yu Wenrui had returned to his usual solemnity, "Aunt Liu, did I tell you the reason for my visit to Beijing this time?"

"Well, but--is it?" Yu Xiaoqiao replied softly, unconsciously adding a half-question at the end.

"But what? Don't want to?" Yu Wenrui's face became a little complicated, and he asked curiously.

Yu Xiaoqiao was unsure of her father's temperament and character, and she was even less clear about the complicated relationships behind the arranged marriage. After careful consideration, she spoke slowly.

"I've never met you, and I feel uneasy."

The study room suddenly became dead silent; you could hear a pin drop.

After a while, Yu Wenrui said coldly: "Your Majesty has granted the marriage, no room for negotiation!"

In ancient times, merchants had a low status. Even if they were the richest men, they would not be favored by a prime minister, let alone be arranged a marriage by the emperor. It was even more strange.