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

As soon as she left Piaoxiang Garden, Yu Xiaoqiao felt refreshed all over and started singing loudly.

"Nothing can stop your yearning for freedom, your life in the starry sky, your heart is free of worries..."

"Are you so happy? The mystery is solved?" Li Lingyan followed Yu Xiaoqiao's strides and singing, and asked with a puzzled look on his face.

Yu Xiaoqiao looked up at Li Lingyan and said with a smile: "Life is one mystery after another, solving one mystery and adding another one."

After saying that, he hummed: "Life is a mess, there are always little knots that can't be untied..."

Si Wenming looked at Yu Xiaoqiao who was singing loudly and smiled.

After Yu Xiaoqiao and the others left, Zhuang Simei dismissed everyone else and started drinking alone.

A man in black suddenly climbed in through the window and beat Zhuang Simi with a few blows, causing him to spit blood and fall to the ground.

At this time, a noble woman, wearing a veiled hat, cloud-shaped palace shoes, and a long silk gauze dress embroidered with gold thread, walked into the room slowly, stroked her clothes, sat down, and whispered, "Do you know what I did wrong?"

"Who are you? I have no grudge against you recently or in the past, why..." Zhuang Si asked coldly with his eyebrows pressed to the ground.

"Why bury the filthy corpse under the bridge? If it weren't for you, how could you disturb his peace!" The woman waved her hand and said softly, "You also died with understanding."

The man in black swung his sword at Zhuang Simei, but when the sword reached his throat, it was blocked by a dart.

Before she could see clearly, the other party had rescued Zhuang Simei.

Yu Xiaoqiao returned to Shangqingzhai, hummed a little tune and leisurely opened a piece of letter, which was written in the elegant and graceful running script.

In addition to some diary-like records of daily life, he also mentioned that he wanted to be the agent for the skin care products of Zirongtang in the south of the Yellow River. If you agree, send someone to come north to discuss.

Signed by—Yaoyi.

Yaoyi, is this your real name or a pen name?

Yu Xiaoqiao tapped the table, shook her head, hummed a little tune, wrote a reply, and also wrote some things that happened recently...

Half a month later.

It was dawn, the Forbidden City was still quiet, but the Qianqing Palace was bustling with activity.

The eunuch said, "If you have the documents, submit them. If you don't, leave the court——"

"I have this note!"

An Bingduan, the assistant minister of the Ministry of Revenue, stood in the hall with a sullen face and bowed.

"Seventeen years ago, there were doubts in the case of the Chen family's White Robe Army. Today, a huge rock has fallen from the sky as a warning. I risk my life to ask the emperor to have the Dali Temple re-examine the case. The specific doubts are detailed in the memorial."

The emperor sat back on the dragon throne, and all the officials stopped and looked at him.

An Bingduan wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead and thought of the words of the man in black.

"I have all the evidence against your son. If you want him to live, you must trade your future for it... and your conscience!"

"Minister An, are you crazy? Why are you talking nonsense in the court?"

"Your Majesty has already said that the Chen family's White Robe Army has been convicted and there is no room for further discussion."

"In the early years, many people complained about it, but they were either killed or exiled... In recent years, no one dares to bring it up, and there are fewer discussions in private."

There were also some people in the court who did not say a word, such as the Minister of Revenue Chu Jiansu, and another example...

The emperor looked at An Bingduan who was ready to die, glanced at the ministers who were whispering, frowned, his face darkened, and he said in a cold voice: "Dismiss the court."

An Bingduan knelt down and shouted, "Your Majesty, please order a re-investigation of the Chen family's White Robe Army case!"

Then, he kowtowed like pounding garlic, giving off the feeling of being a loyal minister of all ages.

In a blink of an eye, An Bingduan's forehead was swollen and blood was flowing.

Yu Wenrui raised his eyes and glanced at An Bingduan. There was helplessness in his eyes, and also a flash of struggle. In the end, he did not move a step or utter a word.

The emperor threw his robe in anger and shouted, "An Qingjia must be suffering from hysteria. Take him away for treatment. Only when he is fully recovered can he be allowed to attend the court."

Everyone looked at An Bingduan with different expressions as he was dragged out of the Qianqing Palace by two sturdy guards.

The night was like a piece of ink, splashing on the hearts of everyone in the An Mansion, making them feel lonely, heavy and a little anxious.

"Master, are you stupid or are you blinded by greed? Why are you reporting the matter of the white robes of the Chen family for no reason?" Madam An raised her eyebrows with a hint of contempt in her eyes, and said helplessly.

"Father, this is ruining my future. Even if you don't care, how can I live in Haojing? Without anyone to rely on in the court, how can I survive in the future!" An Yu glanced at An Bingduan, the corners of his lips trembled slightly, and he slapped his hand hard on the armrest of the Grand Tutor, complaining.

An Bingduan, with an old face, sunken cheeks and suffering from the condemnation of his conscience, slumped in the armchair, seemingly not hearing the complaints, just staring blankly at himself.

Seeing that An Bingduan refused to listen, the two men intensified their complaints and brainwashing, one shaking his arm and talking non-stop.

"He is a good second-rank official, but he got into trouble for no reason. I don't know what's wrong with him."

"Please do not submit any more memorials. Before the emperor gets angry, I will just let you stay at home and recuperate."

"Don't offend the emperor, don't touch his reverse scales. You can be rich with a flip of your hand, but desolate with a flip of your hand. You may be rich and powerful today, but you may fall into the deep pool tomorrow. Don't be confused, sir!"

"Conscience is worthless! Killing people and setting fires will earn you a belt, but repairing bridges and roads will leave no corpses."

……

An Bingduan raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, the result of a sleepless night of struggle.

He looked at the mother and son who were talking nonstop, and only saw their two big mouths opening and closing, but he seemed to be deaf and could not hear anything, and his head felt like it was about to explode!

Kindness is a choice, sometimes a life-or-death choice.

The little bit of courage that An Bingduan had just struggled to muster was gradually drowned out by the endless chatter, until it seemed to be drowning out his head, and he didn't even hear a roar.

He didn't even know whether the sudden mention of the Chen family's white-robed army in the court was due to the threat from the men in black or out of his inner conscience.

"It's all because of you, the body that was stolen!" An Bingduan stamped his chest and stamped his feet.

The two were stunned and looked at each other in silence.

An Bingduan staggered out, looking as lonely as a wandering soul.

Perhaps people whose souls are truly dead don’t care about entanglement or pain.

Only those whose hearts are not completely dead and whose souls are not completely annihilated will struggle like this, and it is difficult to find relief.

"Whoosh!"

A note was thrown into An Bingduan's hands. He slowly opened it, his expression becoming more solemn. He said weakly, "Prepare the car!"

In a blink of an eye, a dark blue carriage slowly drove over. An Bingduan lifted the curtain and saw a carriage in the corner in front of him.

So, the two carriages were parked side by side in the corner, and no one got off.

"Why is it like this in the court today?" A somewhat old but confident voice came faintly from a carriage.

"My weakness fell into the hands of others. The only way to let me go is to bring up the old matter again." The word "son" almost came out of An Bingduan's mouth. His face was dull and he said sadly.

“Don’t do it again, or don’t blame me for disregarding our past friendship.” His voice was gentle, but it was filled with murderous intent.

An Bingduan's body trembled, his hands crossed and twisted hard, his throat suddenly rolled, and he said slowly: "This humble official knows."

The secret room of Si Mansion.

"Minister An, but..." Minister of Revenue Chu Jiansu stood in the hall and bowed.

Si Wenming sat upright in the armchair, rubbing his brows lightly, "If they are not ours, they must have been forced by others."

"Can your subordinate give some help and create the waves?" There was a faint light in Chu Jiansu's eyes and passion seemed to surge in his chest.

Si Wenming slowly stood up, his eyes deep as if reflecting thousands of mountains and seas, "The time has not come yet."