The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1575

Chapter 1575: 761 Assists Little Bun (Second Update)_3

Monarch: "Hmph!"

The Little Princess continued to pester him, unleashing her invincible charm offensive: "Uncle, I like you the best."

Monarch: "Humph!"

The one who liked her uncle best was suddenly drawn to several small bamboo tubes in the monarch’s hands: "Eh? What’s this?"

The bamboo tubes looked even more appealing than her uncle.

Monarch: "..."

The little miss’s eyes opened wide, and her mouth hung open too, saliva almost dribbling out.

She remembered the bamboo tube rice they had eaten that night, personally made by the teachers with honey dates and red beans, fragrant and sticky, delectable without being cloying.

The Monarch looked at her waterfall of drool and twitched the corners of his mouth: "It’s an examination question, not food."

The little one decisively distanced herself from the examination question.

She straightened up her small frame and declared solemnly, "I don’t want to take a test!"

The Monarch found it both exasperating and amusing, "It’s not for you, it’s for your teachers."

Six people, six questions, each with different tasks, and they did not know about each other’s tasks, which would lead to disparities in the information they held.

They wouldn’t even know how they lost.

This wasn’t a simple three-hundred-mile horse ride; it was a strategic competition.

The first to reach the destination might not necessarily be the one who advanced; the key to victory was who could grasp all the information first.

Unfortunately, none would think on this level.

They would only rush continuously, racing to reach the destination at all costs.

The Monarch thought himself a genius for coming up with such a challenging examination mechanism.

Teachers’ examination questions? The Little Princess counted her tiny fingers and her eyes spun around.

In a babyish voice, she said, "Uncle, I need to poop!"

The Monarch frowned, "Now? We’ve already left the National Master Hall."

"I can’t hold it anymore!" she said fiercely, holding her breath until her little face turned red.

"Don’t be naughty and lie just to have some fun."

No sooner had he spoken when the Little Princess turned into an indignant little chick: "I am not! I’m not doing this for fun! Uncle, you’re wronging me! I feel so upset!"