The Dark Prince's Special Forces Concubine

Lord Zhao sorted out the IOU in his hand and said righteously, "What the Sixth Princess said is absolutely correct. Since you have taken away the silver that is not within the reasonable range, of course you must return the silver you took away without losing a penny."

"This, how is this possible!"

The madam and the manager of the gambling house shouted at the same time: In the past few years, the Prime Minister's Mansion has paid back the money for the two brothers, and it is estimated that the total amount is more than 100,000 taels of silver. If they are asked to pay it all back now, it would be better to take their lives directly.

"How is this impossible?!" Mu Qingqing said in a dark tone, "It seems that you can't come up with so much money to repay the loan! However, this princess can show you a way..."

The brothel owner and the gambling house manager looked at Mu Qingqing at the same time, their bloodshot faces full of hope.

Mu Qingqing raised her lips to smile wickedly: "If you want money, go find the person who wrote the IOU! It's not easy for you to run a small business, and it's only natural to pay back your debts!"

The words are not wrong, it is the truth! But...

The madam rubbed her fat waist and looked at Mr. Zhao with helpless eyes - at the IOU in his hand.

Mu Qingqing's seductive thin lips slightly lifted up, "How much money have you taken from the Prime Minister's Mansion over the years? Don't you have an accurate number in your mind? It doesn't matter. This princess asked Butler He to sort out all the IOUs over the years. You can take all the IOUs and go find the original owner!"

The madam and the gambling house manager looked at Mu Qingqing at the same time, their eyes filled with fear: How could this woman be so scary? ! It turns out that she had prepared the condom early in the morning and was waiting for us to get in! It's a pity that we still think we are old hands...

After hearing this, Butler He ran to the accounting office at the speed of an 800-meter sprint, showing his swiftness to the fullest.

Lord Zhao walked between the two parties holding a thick stack of IOUs and asked righteously, "Have both parties reached a consensus and are willing to reconcile?"

The madam supported her old waist and looked at the newly emerged eunuchs (the thugs she brought with her), feeling like crying but without tears.

It is true that you can survive the misfortunes sent by Heaven, but you cannot survive the misfortunes brought upon yourself!

The manager of the gambling house was seriously injured. He couldn't even stand up straight. He was hunched over. He couldn't help but shudder when he met Mu Qingqing's teasing sneer.

Glancing at the thugs he brought with him on the ground, he felt scared by his ridiculous idea just now. Fortunately, he did not act on impulse.

The gambling house manager bowed respectfully to Mu Qingqing and Lord Zhao and said, "I apologize to the Sixth Princess and Prime Minister Mu for my impulsiveness. I am very grateful to the Sixth Princess for giving me advice without holding grudges."

"That's easy. Since we have reached a consensus, while Lord Zhao is here, Lord Zhao will be the guardian and go with you to find the owner of the IOU."

Mu Qingqing saw that the manager of the gambling house hated her in his heart, but he still fawned on her, which showed that he was a mean person who could bend and stretch himself.

This kind of person can be a good chess piece if used well, just like now, letting Lord Zhao follow him to collect debts will surely be a natural outcome.

When the gambling house manager heard this, he was shocked. There is such a good thing?!

After exchanging glances with the madam, the two knelt down before Lord Zhao, "Lord Zhao is truly our great Lord! He is the reborn parent of us common people! We kneel down to thank Lord Zhao!"

Lord Zhao's thick eyebrows twitched, and he smiled kindly at Mu Qingqing: I will definitely handle the princess's affairs beautifully for you!

Mu Qingqing turned her back to face the onlookers, put her left hand behind her back and made some sign language to Lord Zhao: Don't worry, I will go to your yamen to distribute the benefits in a few days!

Mu Qingqing smoothed the wrinkles on her sleeves and opened her red lips, "It's almost the New Year, is everything alright at home?"

They went to the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion early in the morning to watch the excitement, and they watched for most of the day. Could it be that they were full and had nothing to do?

Don’t you have elderly people or children to take care of at home? Or are you so rich that you can just lie down and relax!

The onlookers had nothing to watch, and Mu Qingqing's image was now very tall in their hearts: she opened a welfare lottery store, sponsored frostbite cream to all the soldiers at the border, and even independently funded the entry fee for the four-nation competition next year, and invented Arabic numerals...

All of these things are related to ordinary people at the grassroots level: many people can get married because they won the welfare lottery.

There are always one or two soldiers in many families. Now many girls require a tube of frostbite cream as a betrothal gift when they get married!

Ever since the whole nation started learning Arabic numerals, everyone from civil and military officials to three-year-old children can now do accounting and reconciliation with ease.

The people's impression of Mu Qingqing has long since risen from a street rat to the lucky star of Donglin Kingdom!

As for Mu Qingqing's swift (and vicious) move just now (kicking him in the crotch), the lovely people chose to pretend not to see it.

The onlookers saluted Mu Qingqing and Prime Minister Mu warmly and respectfully, said a few words of congratulations loudly, and then dispersed in twos and threes.

Mu Qingqing likes this about the people of Donglin Kingdom: they are simple, kind and have no bad intentions.

When the crowd at the entrance of the Prime Minister's Mansion quieted down and only the injured Prime Minister's Mansion guards were left, Mu Qingqing said calmly, "Third, Fourth, help the injured brothers to the living room."

From what happened today, we can see that these guards are not very skilled, but their loyalty is commendable! In the future, we can ask Qingdian to come and give them some enhanced training. They are all useful talents.

"Qingqing, when did you come back?"

Prime Minister Mu put his arm around Mu Qingqing's shoulder and walked inside like two brothers.

Qin Yao, standing behind the gate, looked at the father and daughter who had no image at all, and frowned, "Qingqing, if we do this, will it make Uncle Han embarrassed?"

Mu Qingqing smiled evilly, and gently smoothed Qin Yao's frown with her tender white hands. Like a dandy young master, she used her index finger to hook the tip of Qin Yao's chin and teased her: "Hey! Where is this beauty? Let me see her!"

Qin Yao's face flushed as she was teased by Mu Qingqing. "You are such an unruly child. You even tease your mother."

Mu Qingqing hugged Qin Yao's soft waist and chuckled, "Oh! Little beauty! You're shy already! Come on, I'll take you to eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks!"

Prime Minister Mu was frowning: This is not a warm and cozy little cotton-padded jacket at all, it is clearly a leaky and torn cotton-padded jacket!

Just as he was about to step forward to separate the mother and daughter, he saw the tall figure Ye Nanli striding into the mansion gate from the corner of his eye. He could only stop and salute Ye Nanli.

There is no way, the official is higher than me, who makes him a prince! Etiquette cannot be abolished.

How could Ye Nanli dare to accept the gift from his father-in-law? If Qingqing knew about this, he wouldn't know when his wedding night would be!

He hurried forward and lifted up Prime Minister Mu's hands, greeting him respectfully: "Father-in-law, there is no need for us to be polite. From now on, call me Ah Li like Qingqing does."

Prime Minister Mu straightened up cheerfully and said politely, "Oh! My dear son-in-law, etiquette cannot be abolished, etiquette cannot be abolished! Come on! Let's go to the study and have a chat!"

"Dad, I don't think it's possible now. I need to talk to you alone about something!"

Mu Qingqing, who was teasing Qin Yao in front, suddenly turned her head and spoke quietly to Prime Minister Mu.

This is a matter between your biological son and your wife. Although Mu Minghao is doomed to die, Mu Qingqing still wants to see what Prime Minister Mu decides.