The Dark Prince's Special Forces Concubine

"Oh! My eldest lady." Qin Xianglian looked sad, "Auntie is doing this for your own good, why are you so ungrateful? Oh my God!"

While Qin Xianglian was crying, she took out a silk scarf from her bosom and wiped the corners of her eyes which were tearless. She also looked at Mu Qingqing with her eyes slyly, wanting to see her reaction.

"Is it for my own good?" Mu Qingqing looked unconvinced and said slowly, "If it's really for my own good—"

She paused here, glanced at Qin Xianglian and said quietly, "I'm a little short of money recently. If you can pay me back all the money you borrowed from me before, I will believe that you are doing this for my own good."

"What, pay me back?" Qin Xianglian's eyes widened, and she stopped pretending to cry. She took off her silk scarf, yelled, and stamped her feet: "Miss, when did I ever lend you money?! Didn't you give it to me yourself?"

Qin Xianglian: I’m here to get money, not to give it away!

Mu Qingqing: I want you to spit out the same way you swallowed it!

Mu Qingqing sat down on a bamboo chair in the courtyard and looked at Qin Xianglian with a gloomy look: "Auntie, think carefully, did I ever say the word 'send'?"

Qin Xianglian stammered, "You didn't say you wanted to borrow it. Besides, every time Auntie comes, she gives Miss a lot of good ideas!"

It means knowledge fee! Exchange ideas for money.

"Haha." Mu Qingqing sneered a few times: "Good idea! Your good idea is to let me dress like a butterfly every day, put on makeup like a brothel owner, and then go out and embarrass myself?"

"No, that's not the case." Qin Xianglian waved her hands in a panic: "Young Miss, you'll look better if you put on more makeup. This colorful dress will bring out your beauty..."

Qin Xianglian still wanted to continue fooling her.

"Oh - really?" Mu Qingqing pondered for a moment, then pretended to be puzzled and asked her, "If it's so beautiful, why don't you let your precious daughter dress like that?"

Qin Xianglian saw that something was going to happen, so she stepped forward immediately. Before she even got to Mu Qingqing's side, Mu Qingqing raised her chin slightly and signaled her to stop with her eyes.

Mu Qingqing: Nonsense, I dare not let this hungry old woman get close to me again!

Qin Xianglian said in a low voice, "That's because Yingying is just a little concubine's daughter. Her status is not as noble as that of an elder lady. She can't wear such beautiful clothes."

"Keep on weaving." Mu Qingqing said coldly, "See if you can continue to weave a flower!"

"I...I..." Qin Xianglian couldn't come up with a new story. She thought: What happened to the young lady today? Why is she so hard to please? She used to be able to cheat a lot of money out of me with just a few words of coaxing, but why is she asking me for money today?

Mu Qingqing: That’s because I’m no longer the same sister as before. I’m in urgent need of money right now. Aren’t you just walking into trouble?

After looking at Qin Xianglian for a long time, she still couldn't come up with an answer. Mu Qingqing didn't want to break up with her yet, so she said gently, "Can't you make it up? If you can't make it up, then Auntie, go back and calculate how much money you borrowed from me. I'll give you a zero when the time comes."

Qin Xianglian's face turned pale immediately. She came to Mu Qingqing happily to cheat money. In the end, she didn't get any money, but owed Mu Qingqing a lot of money. Now where can she get so much money? Most of the money she cheated was squandered by her mother and daughter.

Qin Xianglian wanted to struggle a little more, but she immediately acted out a story of misery: "Miss, I have parents and children to take care of. How can I have so much money now? Please have pity on me..."

Mu Qingqing, who didn't want to continue to tangle with Qin Xianglian, said coldly: "Old parents? How can you be old? Have you forgotten that you are just a concubine, and you were my mother's maidservant when she came with her as a dowry! You have children? Aren't your sons and daughters all funded by the Prime Minister's Mansion? As for the money you borrowed from me----"

Mu Qingqing looked at Qin Xianglian's desperate face and said coldly: "I don't care whether you borrow it or pawn it, just pay off the debt for me. Otherwise..."

Mu Qingqing paused deliberately, and seeing Qin Xianglian's pale face, she said happily: "I will let you know why the flowers are so red! Of course, if you dare to steal things from the mansion and sell them, I will let mother sell you if I find out. After all, you are just a concubine!"

Qin Xianglian failed miserably this time. Seeing that Mu Qingqing had no room for maneuver, she stumbled out crying, not caring about the maid she brought with her.

Qin Xianglian had just run out and Mu Qingqing was about to leave the house when Qin Yao and Nanny Qin hurried over.

Every time Qin Xianglian came to see Mu Qingqing, Mu Qingqing would distance herself from her. This time, knowing that Qin Xianglian came to see Mu Qingqing, Qin Yao hurried over, fearing that the relationship that had been built up with great difficulty would be destroyed again.

Seeing Mu Qingqing about to go out, Qin Yao hurried forward and said, "Qingqing, did you see the banknote your mother gave you? Where are you going?"

Seeing Qin Yao walking in a hurry, a few strands of hair fell down her ears. It was obvious that she was walking in a hurry.

Mu Qingqing grabbed Qin Yao's shaking hands and asked softly, "What's wrong, mother? Why are you walking so fast? Your daughter won't get lost."

After saying that, he motioned Chunxiang to bring hot tea over, and took Qin Yao's hand and sat on the bamboo chair in the yard. Seeing Qin Yao slowly calm down, he gently wrapped his hands around Qin Yao's slender waist and murmured, "Qingqing has received all the banknotes given by mother. Qingqing is so touched! Qingqing doesn't know how to thank mother!"

Seeing that her daughter was still a caring little cotton-padded jacket, Qin Yao's beating heart finally settled down: Fortunately, fortunately, the caring little cotton-padded jacket did not turn into a leaky little cotton-padded jacket!

With a long sigh, her uneasy heart immediately settled down. Qin Yao gently lifted Mu Qingqing's little face with both hands and said gently: "Why should you be polite to mother? Mother's future will all belong to Qingqing."

After saying that, he gently stroked Mu Qingqing's head and looked at her kindly, as if he was content with having a daughter.

Mu Qingqing could directly feel that Qin Yao's love for her was selfless, and she wanted to do something for Qin Yao even more. When she heard that everything would be hers in the future, she suddenly got an inspiration: "Mom, you are still young, and you and father can give me brothers and sisters!"

When Qin Yao heard Mu Qingqing talking about having a younger brother or sister, her heart ached and her face turned pale: I also want this, but it's a pity that my body doesn't allow it!

Looking at Mu Qingqing's eyes, Qin Yao didn't want to hit her but also didn't want to lie to her. The child was grown up, it was time to let her know the truth.

"Qingqing," Qin Yao held the tips of Mu Qingqing's hands and said earnestly, "When mother gave birth to Qingqing, she was injured and can no longer have children. Even the imperial physician said that mother will never have children again in this life."

Qin Yao couldn't help shedding tears when she said this. She took out a handkerchief and wiped her eyes. She forced a smile and continued to say to Mu Qingqing, "It's enough for mother to have only Qingqing."

Mu Qingqing sat up straight, looked Qin Yao in the face, and said seriously: "Mother, do you believe Qingqing? Why not let Qingqing help mother feel her pulse. Maybe there is still a chance to conceive!"

Looking at Mu Qingqing's persistent expression, Qin Yao chuckled and hooked Mu Qingqing's pretty nose, then stretched out her snow-white wrist, as if she was playing house with her daughter.

Mu Qingqing pretended to feel Qin Yao's pulse (in fact, she was using the machine in the medical room to perform a comprehensive CT scan on Qin Yao). When the scan reached Qin Yao's uterus, her eyebrows could not help but frown, and her pretty face turned cold - there was a problem! And it was a big man-made problem! In front of her, a modern miracle doctor, she knew at a glance that someone had tampered with her during childbirth.

"What's wrong? Qingqing, is there something wrong with mother's body?" Qin Yao asked nervously, looking at Mu Qingqing's face that suddenly changed expression (Although she knew that her daughter didn't have any medical skills, she still had to cooperate well. After all, she was her precious daughter! She had to spoil her well. Otherwise, what if she was fooled by others and no longer affectionate to her!)

Seeing Qin Yao's perfunctory attitude, Mu Qingqing knew that she still didn't believe in herself. After all, she was a bad woman in her past. Of course, her credibility was zero.

But as long as Qin Yao is willing to act with her, Mu Qingqing will definitely help her find the murderer who hurt her.

Of course, the most urgent task is to help Qin Yao solve the current problem. For her, it is a piece of cake, just a small operation of cleaning the uterus and unblocking the fallopian tubes.

The problem was how to trick Qin Yao into doing this minor surgery. After all, there was no acupuncture in this era, let alone surgery! And it was in such a private part. Even if Qin Yao doted on him, he was afraid that she would not be able to accept this part being exposed to him. . . . . .

Mu Qingqing anxiously grabbed her hair with her hands, messing up the hairstyle she had done in the morning.

Qin Yao grabbed Mu Qingqing's hand that was still messing with her head and asked nervously, "Qingqing, is it serious? Could it be that mother has a terminal illness?"

Mu Qingqing said seriously, "Mother, it's not that serious. I can cure your infertility. But before I cure you, I want to know who delivered you."

Looking at her daughter's serious face, Qin Yao couldn't help but wonder: Could it be that Qingqing really knows medical skills? Was that dream real? Was that old man with a white beard real too?