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

The bad news was like thunder, hitting Yu Xiaoqiao one after another.

Yu Xiaoqiao was stunned and idiotic, clinging to the Second Madam's shoulders and being beaten by her.

His body was motionless, his eyes were dry and dull.

After a long time, Yu Xiaoqiao said, "I'm going to see grandma!"

The second wife wiped her face, which was like a map, and nodded with sobs.

After not seeing her for a few days, the once powerful grandmother had turned pale as paper and was so thin that she looked unrecognizable... She lay flat on the bed, dying.

"Grandma! Grandma!" Yu Xiaoqiao called softly, her voice hoarse.

Grandma raised her eyelids with great difficulty, but she could only open them halfway. "Qiao'er...my Qiao'er! The Yu family...is finished. I am grateful that I can see you before I die."

As he spoke, he suddenly thought of something and slowly stretched out his hand...

At this time, Yu Xiaoqiao discovered that Jiang Yubai was standing beside the bed.

Jiang Yubai hurried over, leaned over to sit beside the bed, and held his grandmother's hand.

Grandmother was barely breathing. She pulled Xiao Qiao with one hand and Jiang Yubai with the other. She used her last bit of strength to put their hands together and said, "Grandmother was able to die in her own home, all thanks to Yubai! Now, Si Wen has died suddenly... and the Xiangfu is in such a state... You, marry Yubai! Only in this way can you escape this catastrophe! Fortunately... Yubai doesn't despise you and is responsible. You, you just... promise grandma!"

Death suddenly!

The wave of heart-wrenching bad news seemed to shake away her tears, leaving her with no tears to shed, and lock her tongue, making it difficult for her to utter a single sound.

She couldn't believe it, and looked at Lan'er with pleading eyes. Lan'er lowered her head in pain; she looked at the second wife, who turned around with sobs; she looked at Jiang Yubai, who was full of pity, "I will take care of you!"

Grandmother looked at Yu Xiaoqiao with eyes full of pleading, even pitiful begging.

Her fingernails dug deep into her flesh, blood dripping down. Yu Xiaoqiao said in disbelief, "Grandma, Grandma, I don't believe it - Wen Ming will die, and I'm not afraid of being convicted..."

"Qiao'er, live, you have to live. Grandma, please! Please, marry Yubai!" Grandmother took her hand and held it tightly, and her voice suddenly became more powerful.

The second wife's eyes were red and swollen, and she looked at her in great distress, "Qiao'er, you...just do what grandma wants! You can't, you can't end up like Wan'er..."

The Second Wife really couldn't say anything, she just kept holding Xiao Qiao's hand and looking at her with earnest eyes.

Lan Er knelt on the ground and kowtowed vigorously, "Miss, please give in! You have to leave a bloodline for the Yu family!"

"You and I... are husband and wife in name only, not in reality." Jiang Yubai's sincere eyes contained no complaints, but were filled with concern.

"I, I, I don't believe that Wen Ming will die! I..."

Yu Xiaoqiao stood still, as if she didn't hear what they said, and just kept muttering.

Grandmother's lips trembled, her pale face fell forward, and she spat out a mouthful of blood, which sprayed onto Yu Xiaoqiao's face.

Yu Xiaoqiao panicked, "Okay! Grandma, I promise, I promise you!"

After saying that, he hurriedly helped his grandmother lie down.

Grandma smiled with relief, tilted her head slightly, and passed away.

Grandma passed away!

In the prime minister's residence, apart from the gloomy darkness, there were also sad cries. Even the night pearls that used to be bright had become rusty.

Yu Xiaoqiao could no longer shed a single tear and walked out of her grandmother's house like a zombie. The crying sound in her ears became farther and farther away, but it pierced her heart slowly and heavily.

Unconsciously, she walked back to the Blue Eucalyptus Garden and looked at the tree in the yard. She seemed to see Wen Ming smiling at her. Yu Xiaoqiao took two quick steps, wanting to hug him, but her efforts were in vain.

She realized that—

Gone, my father is gone, Chu Xiao is gone, Wen Ming is gone...

She curled up on the ground, leaning against the blue gum tree where Wen Ming always liked to stand, with her head buried deep in her knees, her body trembling.

The sobbing gradually became louder and finally burst into loud crying.

Jiang Yubai followed her from a distance, watching silently.

After an unknown amount of time, the crying stopped, but Yu Xiaoqiao didn't move, with her head still buried in her knees.

Jiang Yubai didn't move either.

About half an hour later, Yu Xiaoqiao stood up and said, "Don't follow me!"

Before Jiang Yubai could reply, she flew up, mounted her horse and left the prime minister's residence.

She rode all the way to Si Mansion——

Everything is the same as before.

Two big red lanterns are still hanging in front of the door, indicating a peaceful life.

Yu Xiaoqiao was overjoyed. Wen Ming must not be dead, otherwise how could there still be red lanterns.

She rushed straight in through the door.

When the doormen saw her, they were all shocked and stunned, as if they had seen a ghost, and no one dared to step forward to stop her.

Yu Xiaoqiao staggered and hurriedly ran inside.

After passing through corridors and gardens, we finally arrived at the inner courtyard.

That glimmer of hope, like a will-o'-the-wisp ignited by the wind, lit up little by little in a heart already filled with the desolation of the Gobi Desert. With tears in her eyes and a smile on her lips, she ran into Wen Ming's house.

"Ben Ming! Ben Ming!"

However, the one waiting for her was not the lover with whom she had been close to, but Si Wenxin.

Si Wenxin was wearing brightly coloured clothes, with only a small white gardenia faintly visible in the corner of her hair.

Seeing this, Yu Xiaoqiao was overjoyed. She hugged Wen Xin and cried and laughed, "I knew he was still alive, alive!"

Si Wenxin was hugged by her and trembled like a sieve.

Yu Xiaoqiao quickly let go of her. Seeing the other party's forbearing look, her heart immediately fell into the abyss, "He, he..."

"He's dead, my brother is dead!" Si Wenxin tried her best to restrain herself and hold back the tears that filled her eyes from falling.

Yu Xiaoqiao's heart felt like it was being licked by flames, burning her skin and flesh to the point of cracking. "Don't lie to me! There are red lanterns hanging at the door, and there is no white at all in the yard. Not only are you not wearing plain clothes, but you are also so gorgeous..."

Yu Xiaoqiao kept arguing and fighting back.

Si Wenxin looked at her in despair. The two pools of tears that had been suppressed for many days finally rolled down and fell onto the back of Yu Xiaoqiao's hand, extinguishing the hope that had just sprouted in her.

"Your Majesty, you are not allowed to hold a funeral, and you are not allowed to see Bai... I can only, can only wear a gardenia for my brother and send him off." Si Wenxin's face was full of sadness.

The anger between Yu Xiaoqiao's brows gathered like a mountain, and it seemed that it would collapse at any time: "Li Mochen! It's him again!"

I will kill him! Kill him!

"Sister Qiao, he is the emperor now. It is a big taboo to call him by his name!" Si Wenxin quickly covered her mouth.

Yu Xiaoqiao asked desperately, "Where's your brother? I want to see him."

"Brother, he has been buried!" Si Wenxin replied.

Yu Xiaoqiao couldn't believe it. She bit her back teeth and said word by word: "Where is he buried? Take me there!"

Si Wenxin looked at her ashen face and drops of blood falling from her clenched palms. She glanced at the night scene outside the window and did not dare to refuse.