The Dark Prince's Special Forces Concubine

Mrs. Huang, whose IQ has never been as high as Mrs. Bai, looked at her with a questioning look.

Even though Mrs. Bai had seen many ups and downs, she was not very familiar with the twists and turns in officialdom.

She asked Lord Zhao again with a cautious look: "Lord Zhao, your hair is from your parents. Generally speaking, hair is also very important. Why do you want to take three strands of hair from each?"

Lord Zhao bowed in the direction of the imperial palace, then said mysteriously, "It is because it is so important that I am asking for three strands of your hair to burn incense and offer to the heavens. This way, when I report back to the palace, I will be worthy of the gift from the late emperor."

Qian Duoduo watched Lord Zhao's actions from the side and sneered.

However, she could only secretly complain in her heart, not daring to speak out: What kind of lame excuse is this? Only an old man like Zhao Yifeng could fool a country woman who had never been to the palace...

Mrs. Bai, who was regarded as a country woman, frowned as she looked at Huang Ruhua who was still tied up, then looked at the left third and left fourth people who were holding the court stick and staring at Yu Yu with a fierce look in their eyes. Finally, she nodded, indicating that she agreed to Lord Zhao's compromise.

Three hairs -- it's not a big deal! I don't know how many hairs fall out every day when I comb my hair.

If it's a painless problem that can be solved by just three strands of hair, why not do it!

How could he not know what kind of character his legitimate daughter had? It was just that she had been messing around with Huang Ruhua in West Street before, so if anything went wrong, he would come forward to settle it.

After all, the prefect of West Street, Qian Duoduo, gets more than half of his annual income from the Huang and Bai mansions.

Qian Duoduo is a good example of this.

Qian Duoduo, who was regarded as a good example, sat upright with his hands on his knees, his eyes slightly drooped, and he stood motionless like an old monk in meditation.

He doesn't want to offend anyone now, nor can he afford to offend anyone! It would be best if they forget about this little guy like him, and just pretend that he never appeared - it would be best!

Lord Zhao let out a long sigh and raised his thick eyebrows at Su Yunhao: I have lived up to the trust of Prince Su and finally got it done!

Regarding the little matter of pulling out hair, Chunxiang said that she is very knowledgeable about it!

Zuo Si also raised his right hand and asked Mu Qingqing for instructions.

Mu Qingqing secretly waved her little hand at the two of them: Si'er, the man, goes up, and Chunxiang, the woman, goes up!

Got it! The two happily headed towards their respective goals.

The two clever kids each took a piece of hair and came to Mu Qingqing to ask for instructions.

Mu Qingqing gave Chunxiang a thumbs up: "You are worthy of being brought up by me! No one can surpass this level of attentiveness!"

But Chunxiang had three strands of hair wrapped around her thumbs and little fingers on each of her hands. The ones on her left hand represented Madam Huang and her daughter, and the ones on her right hand represented Madam Bai and her daughter.

The thumb represents the old one, and the little finger represents the young one!

The fourth on the left has three roots wrapped around one hand, each of which is unrelated.

Mu Qingqing calmly took two strands of hair from each of their hands and stuffed them into her sleeves. She asked them to give the rest directly to Lord Zhao.

After all, the play has to go on and what has been said has to be fulfilled.

The onlookers only saw the officials carrying out the incense table, candlesticks, candles, incense sticks and other items from the back warehouse.

Lord Zhao took the hair solemnly, crumpled it into a ball, placed them together on the table, held three incense sticks in both hands, bowed three times towards the hair reverently, and inserted them into the incense burner.

Then he stepped aside with a calm expression and asked the six of them to light three incense sticks each and bow three times towards their hair, and then put them in the incense burner.

There is no other way, I have to delay until Prince Su nods his head...

Huang Ruhua, who was dark, fat and ugly, was also dragged up by her parents and moved to the table inch by inch. She endured the sharp pain in her buttocks and slowly bowed three times to the table...

Thanks to Huang Ruhua's snail-like movements of kneeling and lighting incense, Mu Qingqing nodded towards Su Yunhao with a happy expression.

This result was both within my expectations and beyond my expectations!

It's so shocking! Even TV dramas don't dare to act like this!

As soon as Lord Zhao received Su Yunhao's hint, he sat back in his seat and waited for Su Yunhao's arrangements.

Su Yunhao, who was sitting next to Mu Qingqing, handed her a cup of tea (the official had just received an order and brought it to her. There was no other way. In the Qingshui Yamen, there was only tea), and asked in a low voice: "How is it? How is it? Is there any result?"

Mu Qingqing's clear and lively eyes flickered slightly, and she said playfully, "There will be a big melon to watch later! Do you want to know what the big melon is?"

That smug look on his face almost said: Come and beg me, come and beg me...

Su Yunhao lived up to expectations and lowered his head, putting his slightly red ears in front of Mu Qingqing, and asked flatteringly: "Brother Mu, tell me quickly! I can't wait to eat the melon!"

Mu Qingqing whispered mysteriously to Su Yunhao, "Brother Su, this is a bit of a big story, but it's still someone's privacy. We can only laugh about it secretly. We have to find the parties involved one by one, oh, no, ask both ladies together."

As he spoke, he raised his sword-like eyebrows towards Madam Huang and Madam Bai and smiled wickedly.

Humph, you two were so arrogant in the classroom just now, and you have been arrogant in front of me for so long. It’s time to let you two have a taste of the pain that breaks your heart...

It must be a day that both of you will never forget...

As Mu Qingqing thought about it, the villain in her heart burst into laughter.

Ali Jiujiu: Host, be kind! Is it necessary to kick someone when he is down?

Mu Qingqing, who was filled with a sense of accomplishment, said: Hey, you stupid little Jijiu, you don’t understand this! The human world is complicated, this is exactly what I want! It’s so fucking cool! Hahahaha…

Getting the hint, Su Yunhao happily walked to the side of Lord Zhao. Before he even raised his toes, Lord Zhao whispered "Hi, Hi" twice in his ears.

Qian Duoduo, who was pretending to be dead, raised his eyebrows slightly: Do you really think I'm dead? Don't you even care about me?

Su Yunhao pointed his index finger at Madam Huang and Madam Bai in the hall, then immediately retracted his long and wide silk sleeves and whispered, "Take them both out and find a quiet and safe place for them to stay alone. Master Mu wants to have a good chat with them."

Lord Zhao raised his thick eyebrows, and his piercing tiger eyes emitted twinkling lights: Prince Su, I understand this and will arrange it immediately.

As he spoke, he slammed the gavel lightly and said to Madam Bai, "Madam Bai, I have a few questions for you and Madam Huang. Please follow me to the back hall."

As for Madam Huang, she would not discuss this firecracker with her. Anyway, she followed Madam Bai's lead and listened to her.

Sure enough, Madam Bai glanced at Madam Huang and followed Lord Zhao's footsteps. Madam Huang followed closely behind, afraid of being left behind.

In the back hall of the lawyer's office, Mu Qingqing and the others had already chosen their seats and were sitting there waiting for Madam Huang and Madam Bai.

When Huang and Bai followed Lord Zhao into the room, they saw the people sitting there and frowned: What are these pretty boys doing here? Are they trying to threaten them?

It's no wonder that the cautious Mrs. Bai thought too much. Just handle the case and have a private talk with the prefect who is handling the case. There's nothing wrong with that.

Isn't it obvious that she is trying to pit her two sisters by having one-on-one contact with the unrelated gigolo, or the victim in this case (attempted)?

Fortunately, the gifts from the late emperor were not with us two, otherwise if they were stolen, it would be useless even if we complained to the emperor!