The Dark Prince's Special Forces Concubine

Shengjing City is particularly lively today!

Early in the morning, the sounds of horse hooves, wheels, hawkers' cries, and people's laughter intertwined on the streets of the capital, forming a lively street symphony.

It’s not because the New Year is approaching, but because King Xiaoyao and his long-lost daughter are scheduled to hold a reunion ceremony at King Xiaoyao’s Mansion at noon today.

All the important figures in Shengjing City received invitations sent by King Xiaoyao, even Emperor Tai'an in the palace and concubines in the harem were included.

Since he stopped writing and attending court, Emperor Tai'an would go to Ci'an Palace every morning to pay his respects to the Empress Dowager.

In Ci'an Palace, the Empress Dowager and her son stared at the two big red invitations on the tea table without saying a word.

After a long while, Emperor Tai'an pointed at the invitation with his index finger and said quietly, "Mother, King Xiaoyao held a family recognition banquet with great fanfare. I always feel that this old guy has bad intentions and is plotting something."

The Queen Mother stared at the invitation for a while, then looked up at Emperor Tai'an: "Emperor, it's been a few days since A'li and Qingqing went out for their honeymoon, right? Did he say when he would be back?"

Emperor Tai'an pondered for a moment, counting the days with his fingers, "Mother, from what Qingqing said, they should be back today! As for whether it will be in the morning or afternoon, I don't know."

The Queen Mother paused for a moment while twisting her Buddhist beads, frowned and said in a cold voice: "Emperor, it's just a small prince recognizing his relationship, there's no need for you to go! Going would only give him face!"

Emperor Tai'an actually meant the same thing, but he was afraid that King Xiaoyao would take advantage of this family recognition banquet to plot something.

The Queen Mother continued to twirl the Buddhist beads in an orderly manner with her right hand, and said in a deep voice: "Emperor, everything will be discussed after A Li and his wife enter the palace!"

Emperor Tai'an took out his game console and turned it on with familiarity: "Mother, I thought so too. I just don't know if Ah Li will report to the Prime Minister's Residence first or come to the palace to greet me first after returning to the capital?"

The Empress Dowager watched Emperor Tai'an holding the game console in both hands and playing with it contentedly. From time to time, he turned his head and opened his mouth, waiting for Eunuch De to feed him fresh fruits.

I was speechless: How could this be the majestic appearance of a ruler? How was he any different from a dandy young man who lingered in brothels?

Early this morning, as soon as the Prime Minister's Mansion opened its doors, it welcomed two groups of uninvited guests: a brothel madam with several burly thugs, and a casino manager with a group of thugs.

When the gatekeeper saw this, he knew that someone was here to collect the debt again.

One of the guards turned around and went to find the butler, because the butler was in charge of this matter.

Ever since Butler He was secretly promoted by Mu Qingqing, he treated Mu Qingqing's words as if they were imperial decrees.

After following the guards to the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion, he did not even look at the leaders of the two parties, and his voice was as loud as a bell: "I wonder what brings you to the Prime Minister's Mansion so early in the morning?"

"Oh my! Butler He, I haven't seen you for a while. Why are you talking to me like this?"

The madam spoke first, waving a silk handkerchief in her right hand and moving towards steward He with swaying steps.

The gambling house manager took out a large stack of IOUs and pushed them in front of Butler He, "Butler He, it's almost the New Year! Just pay off these debts!"

The voice of the gambling house manager was aggressive, powerful and righteous!

His nostrils turned up in the air, looking extremely arrogant, and his eyes were staring at Butler He fiercely.

Both parties had no idea how many times they had dealt with this kind of situation, and the manager of the gambling house had become accustomed to Butler He's servile and submissive approaching and offering money.

After hearing this, Butler He's face instantly turned as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he asked in a cold voice: "Debt? Whose debt? When did the Prime Minister's Mansion owe you money?"

"Hey! Butler He, we are old acquaintances. It's meaningless for you to say that!"

The manager of the gambling house was so angry when he heard the confident questioning from Butler He.

"Yes! Butler He, if it weren't for the Prime Minister's Mansion, why would I write an IOU to that little jerk?"

The brothel madam held a bunch of IOUs in her left hand, held a silk handkerchief in her right hand, and spoke in a pinched voice.

Butler He adjusted his sleeves and smiled coldly, "Haha! Go find whoever owes you money! What do you mean by coming to our Prime Minister's Mansion to cause trouble?"

The brothel madam and the gambling house manager looked at each other and both got the information they wanted.

It seems like today's debt collection will not work by soft means, so I'll have to use hard means!

The brothel madam straightened her expression, then suddenly sat cross-legged in front of the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion, waving her silk handkerchief in her right hand, and began to cry loudly: "Oh my God! The Prime Minister's Mansion is actually refusing to pay its debts! He owes money and won't pay it back..."

Butler He just watched the brothel madam's one-man show quietly, and glanced at the gambling house manager coldly: What are you going to do? This butler will accompany you to the end!

The manager of the gambling house dared not look directly at Butler He's cold and ruthless eyes.

But when he saw the huge stack of IOUs in his hand, the manager of the gambling house couldn't help but become angry: the gambling house had been suffering heavy losses in the past few days, and the monthly wages of the gang of thugs they employed were about to be paid out.

Today, we are still waiting for this money to be used for emergency and to give them monthly wages! If we can't get this money, the consequences will be disastrous.

The gambling house manager secretly signaled to the thugs, who rolled up their sleeves and prepared to engage in a big fight.

The madam's loud cries and the thugs' eagerness to fight instantly attracted a large crowd of onlookers, who gathered in front of the Prime Minister's Mansion and pointed fingers.

The noisy noise in front of the Prime Minister's Mansion gave Qin Yao, who had just gotten up and hadn't had breakfast yet, a headache. "Jin Bao Yin Bao, you two go to the front yard and see what happened?"

Prime Minister Mu, who was on leave at home, gently helped Qin Yao to the dining table and secretly winked at Nanny Qin, asking her to come and serve Qin Yao breakfast.

"Yaoyao, let me go to the front yard to see who is so bold as to come to the Prime Minister's Mansion to cause trouble so early in the morning!"

Prime Minister Mu frowned and looked stern, then ran towards the gate of the mansion at the speed of wind.

On the way, he met Jin Bao and Yin Bao who were jogging back after finding out what was going on. "Master, it's the people from the brothel and the gambling house who are causing trouble at the gate of the mansion!"

After hearing this, Prime Minister Mu's face instantly turned as dark as the bottom of a pot: When did the brothel and gambling den idiots become so bold as to dare to come to the Prime Minister's Mansion to cause trouble? Aren't they afraid of being caught?

Prime Minister Mu was unaware of the debt owed to Mr. Han's two grandsons! Manager He had received Qin Yao's approval and had always handled the matter in a low-key manner.

Before Prime Minister Mu left the mansion, he saw a large group of people gathered at the door. A middle-aged brothel owner, dressed in fancy clothes, was sitting on the ground crying loudly with tears and snot.

Prime Minister Mu paused, glanced coldly at the troublemakers at the door, and shouted in a cold voice: "How dare you! Who allowed you to cause trouble at the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion!"

"belch!"

The brothel madam was so frightened by Prime Minister Mu's cold shout that her crying stopped abruptly and she looked at Prime Minister Mu with fear.

When the manager of the gambling house saw this, his eyes were suddenly filled with sinisterness: The Prime Minister of a country has come out to take charge of things, and it seems that the hard approach is no longer effective, so he can only use the soft approach!

The gambling house manager figured out the key to the matter, knelt down in front of Prime Minister Mu, held up the IOU, and cried, "Prime Minister, please help me! These are the IOUs that the Prime Minister's relatives owe to our gambling house. The New Year is coming to an end, and I have no choice but to come here to collect the debts..."

The gambling house manager's kneeling and crying immediately established his identity as a victim.

The onlookers all spoke well of him, and some even began to condemn Manager He.