The Dark Prince's Special Forces Concubine

"The emperor has ordered that your marriage this time will be arranged according to the standards and etiquette for the eldest princess. In the future you must be grateful to the emperor, understand?" The steady and magnetic bass voice of Prime Minister Mu came to my ears.

"Well, my daughter doesn't need to worry about this. When I see the emperor next time, I will definitely coax him into obedience!" Mu Qingqing patted her chest and promised.

"You can't act so unruly in front of the emperor." Prime Minister Mu's heart beat faster as he watched his daughter's heroic actions.

"How about --" Qin Yao said hesitantly, "Qing'er, mother will invite the maid from the palace to come to your house so that we can learn the etiquette again?"

"This is a good suggestion!" Before Mu Qingqing agreed, Prime Minister Mu echoed.

"What's good about that?!" Mu Qingqing's eyebrows were dark and her eyes were cold. There was an unparalleled arrogance in her eyes and a smile on her lips. "Did your mother forget that the old man with a white beard in the dream not only taught her medical skills, but also taught her all the etiquette and rules here. I just didn't follow the rules in front of you. When it comes to important occasions, I will definitely not lose face for the Prime Minister's Mansion!"

"Look at what you said! What's so shameful about that! You are my precious daughter, isn't it enough for your mother to trust you?" Qin Yao saw that her precious daughter was so anxious that she was about to lose her temper, so she quickly comforted her in a soft voice.

What else can Prime Minister Mu, who has the lowest status in the Prime Minister's Mansion, do? !

"Then starting from tomorrow, you will learn how to manage the household from your mother in the mansion. After you get married and move to the Sixth Prince's Mansion, you will be responsible for managing such a large mansion by yourself. You must learn how to manage the household." Prime Minister Mu issued an ultimatum after seeing Mu Qingqing sticking out her tongue at him proudly.

"Master?" Mu Qingqing looked at Prime Minister Mu with suspicion, "Father, there's no need to trouble mother with such a small matter. I'm already proficient in this area. If you don't believe me, you can test me!"

Prime Minister Mu looked at Mu Qingqing with even more suspicion. Not to mention: They are indeed father and son! This suspicious look seemed to be carved from the same mold.

Mu Qingqing refused to accept her father's doubts about her ability to manage the family.

He reached into his pocket, took out a black pen and white paper, and handed it directly to Prime Minister Mu, "Come, you come up with a question to test my daughter and see if she is bragging."

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, Qin Yao stepped forward to smooth things over between the father and daughter.

Unexpectedly, Prime Minister Mu really confronted his daughter this time and wanted to ask her some questions with a black pen.

After scratching for a long time, there was no response!

Mu Qingqing was embarrassed. She walked forward and pulled the cap off the black pen. She chuckled twice and made a gesture as if to say "please continue".

Prime Minister Mu also coughed twice in embarrassment, holding the fountain pen (like a brush) and writing on the white paper.

This extremely awkward pen-holding posture made the veins on Mu Qingqing's forehead twitch.

He took out a black pen from his pocket and began to answer the questions given by his father.

Just looking at the question posed by Prime Minister Mu - it's really hard to describe!

If you look down on my daughter, just say so! Is it necessary to insult my daughter's intelligence by giving her such a simple question?

There are one hundred servants in the mansion, and each servant receives one tael of silver per month. How many taels of silver does the mansion have to spend per month?

There are four people in the family. Each person needs to order four sets of outerwear every season. Each set costs one hundred taels. How many taels do they need to pay for clothing in a year?

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"Father! Did you buy your position as Prime Minister?" Mu Qingqing asked Prime Minister Mu with a faint smile on her face, holding the paper with the question.

"???" Prime Minister Mu's eyes were filled with black lines. Is it okay to ask this question? If someone with ulterior motives heard it and distorted the facts and reported it to the emperor, he would be in big trouble.

"You actually asked me this kind of question that even kindergarten kids can answer?! Do you have a misunderstanding about my IQ?" Mu Qingqing said dissatisfiedly.

"Any kindergarten kid can do that! These questions are all related to household chores, which is one of the skills required to run a household." Prime Minister Mu replied solemnly.

Okay! I thought too highly of the IQ of ancient people! Mu Qingqing sighed in her heart and quickly wrote the answer under the question.

Prime Minister Mu watched his precious daughter write the answer smoothly, and it looked so beautiful and pleasing to the eye no matter how he looked at it...

But how come the answer came in the blink of an eye? Or was it just a random scrawl to fool myself?

If he was trying to fool me, should I expose it in front of my wife? Or should I just let him fool me? Prime Minister Mu was torn between his conscience and his desires.

I took the white paper and looked at the numbers written on it. Hmm, I didn't recognize any of them! But my daughter's drawing was pretty good...

Prime Minister Mu glanced at his beloved wife, then looked at his daughter Bulingbuling. His old face froze, and he didn't know how to react.

Mu Qingqing looked at her father's embarrassment: What's wrong? Aren't all the answers correct? Is it necessary to be so embarrassed?

Then he glanced at his answer and slapped his forehead: I forgot to teach my dad Arabic numerals...

"What's wrong? What happened? Does it hurt?" Qin Yao asked with heartache, looking at Mu Qingqing's forehead which was red after being slapped by him.

She also glared at Prime Minister Mu with a cold look: Look what you have done to your daughter! The pain is in her body, but it hurts her heart!

Prime Minister Mu was now frustrated, and smiled carefully with a dark conscience: "Yes, everything Qing'er wrote is correct!"

Mu Qingqing felt embarrassed. She sat next to Prime Minister Mu and said flatteringly, "Father, I forgot to tell you that this earthworm-like picture actually represents a number. I'll write it for you. As the Prime Minister of a country, you will definitely learn it after one read."

Chunxiang, who had learned it after reading it ten times, nodded vigorously in cooperation.

Mu Qingqing wrote the Arabic numerals from the beginning like teaching an elementary school student, and then corresponded them to the numbers of the dynasty.

Then he copied the multiplication formula next to it and recited it at the same time.

Listening to Mu Qingqing's multiplication formula, it is so smooth and easy!

Prime Minister Mu compared the multiplication formulas while calculating in his mind and found that they were all correct!

He looked at his daughter with shining eyes: "Qing'er, could it be that this is also what the old man with white beard taught you? If it can be popularized in schools, it will be a good thing that benefits the country and the people!"

The patriotic prime minister never forgets the common people. No wonder he is loved by the people of Shengjing City!

"Hey, what's the big deal?! The old man with white beard told me to do more good deeds! As long as it benefits the country and the people, you can do it boldly." Mu Qingqing now used the old man with white beard as an excuse without even frowning.

Prime Minister Mu stood up and bowed to Mu Qingqing with a serious expression: "Then I, your father, would like to thank you on behalf of the people of Donglin Kingdom!"

Mu Qingqing quickly stood up and held her old father's hands, "Father, aren't you going to shorten your daughter's life?"

How can a father bow to his daughter? He will be struck by lightning!

Ali Jiujiu teased: Host, you are the daughter of the Heaven, which god dares to strike you with lightning? !

Mu Qingqing retorted: What a daughter! If she was really a daughter, would she have sent me to this backward dynasty? !

Ali Jiujiu: It is because of backwardness that we need you to come and open up a new era! Lead the people here to live a happy and well-off life!

Mu Qingqing frowned: We have a long way to go!