Transmigration

If he really did have a daughter, she must be living among the common people and suffering!

Emperor Yong Ning's heart ached when he thought of this.

He had to find his poor daughter and dote on her.

"Investigate this. Xiao Lizi, send out an Imperial notice. Investigate this at all costs."

"My precious daughter is stranded among the common people. I want to bring her home and let her enjoy all the glory, splendor, and wealth she deserves. "

"Anyone who can help me find my daughter will be promoted to the first rank."

"What if the princess's mother is still alive? Do you want to bring her back too?" Xiao Lizi was puzzled.

"Bring them both back and make her the empress. No, no, no..." Emperor Yong Ning suddenly thought of something and said with some regret, "The empress is still healthy. If you can't make her an empress, then make her an imperial consort!"

"Yes, Your Majesty,"

Xiao Lizi went to make the arrangements.

Following that, officials from all over the country put up the Imperial notice to help the emperor find his daughter.

When the citizens realized that Emperor Yong Ning was looking for his daughter, some of them were so bold that they found random ugly women and sent them to the palace, claiming they were princesses.

After they were discovered, not only were these imposters sentenced to death, but all the local officials in charge of the investigation also shared the same fate.

Emperor Yong Ning killed a group of people as a warning to others.

The people who were practical were a little more obedient. They did not dare to send people into the palace, but tried to look for the princess themselves.

However, as the days went by, winter became summer. Yet, they still could not find the princess.

Emperor Yong Ning was also worried about what kind of life his daughter was living now. He was in low spirits and became thinner by the day. He relied on medicine to keep him going.

…

The Cold Palace.

A rather good-looking woman was working in the field with her sleeves rolled up. Beside her was a little kid. The child was about two to three years old, had tanned skin, and was thin. The child was dressed like a boy. At this moment, the bored kid was playing with mud.

Excited, the child muttered, "This mud is really fun to play with."

The woman who was working was called Qiong Hua, and she was extremely beautiful. Even though she was in The Cold Palace and dressed in shabby clothes, her stunning face was still salient.

When she heard the little kid speak, she looked at her. "Yiyi, can you pass me the hoe that's beside you?"

Yiyi was not used to her current name, so much so that she did not react for a long time.

She was still happily playing with mud.

"Yiyi? Pass me the hoe. Are you listening?" Qiong Hua's voice was slightly louder now.

Yiyi finally reacted."Oh, mother, I'll get it for you right away."

The kid brought the hoe to Qiong Hua and wiped her forehead. "Mother, here it is."

After Qiong Hua took the hoe, she said while weeding, "Yiyi, after a few more days, my vegetables will be ripe. When they're ripe, I'll make a delicious meal for you. We will no longer have to eat the cold and hard cornbread that those people sent us."

Yiyi touched her shriveled stomach and asked gloomily, "How long will we have to wait?"

"About one to two months," Qiong Hua replied quietly.

"Two months?"

Yiyi's eyes widened instantly. She looked aggrieved and pitiful.

She sobbed. "I'll just starve to death."

She loved food and she enjoyed eating. But now, every meal she and her mother had was either cold and hard cornbread or diluted porridge.

D*mn transmigration to h*ll.