The mysterious milk group, hands on hips, is being fought over by five dads who are going crazy over

Qiaoqiao's fair and delicate face twitched strangely twice, but quickly returned to normal. She stepped forward, grabbed Aning's hand, and said pitifully:

"What's wrong, Aning? Why are you yelling at Qiaoqiao?"

Ah Ning's light eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she immediately took out a Bagua bronze mirror and shone it directly into her face!

"Demon! Show yourself now!"

Almost instantly, "Qiaoqiao" in front of them suddenly turned into a thick cloud of black mist and quickly disappeared, leaving only a thin skin that slowly drifted down...

The whole process happened in the blink of an eye, and Yingxia was dumbfounded: "M-Miss... what exactly is this thing?"

"This is a Painted Skin Ghost. It likes to peel off other people's skin and wear it on its own body, then pretend to be someone else to deceive people." Ah Ning pinched her nose, picked up the skin from the ground, and said, "Sister Yingxia, let's burn this skin. It stinks."

Yingxia stared blankly at the leather in Aning's hand, unable to muster the courage to take it. She stammered in terror, "Miss, this is the Third Miss's... leather?"

"Then wouldn't the Third Miss be...?"

Ah Ning blinked: "No, this skin isn't Qiaoqiao's; it was painted by the Skin-Painting Demon."

"The skin it paints smells stinky, but the real skin that's been peeled off smells even worse—you can smell it from way, really far away!"

Upon hearing this, Yingxia breathed a sigh of relief. "It's good that it wasn't the Third Miss, otherwise it would have been a really big problem."

As she spoke, she took the painted mask from Aning's hand. She saw that the eyes, nose, and mouth on it were painted so lifelike, just like a real person, that she almost dropped it.

But... it doesn't seem to smell bad.

Yingxia suppressed the chill in her heart, quickly folded the leather into a palm-sized fist, and said, "Miss, should we go back now? I'm worried that Madam might be in danger."

Ah Ning shook her head: "I'm not going back. Mother won't be in danger."

"Do you remember that bad daddy you encountered on your way home yesterday? That was a fake too. It didn't hurt Mommy, so Mommy will be fine."

Yingxia asked in confusion, "A ghost that doesn't harm people? Then why is it impersonating the Prime Minister and the Third Miss?"

At this point, Ah Ning put her hands on her hips and snorted twice, "Of course it's coming for...for that idiot!"

"It's going to steal that idiot away!"

Yingxia paused for a moment, then completely agreed with her mistress's statement.

After all, this idiot is a genuine phoenix!

In the entire Liang Dynasty, who has ever seen a real phoenix? It's a legendary creature! And now—

They stayed obediently in the small pouch at their young lady's waist.

Yingxia paused for a moment, then couldn't help but wonder: Isn't it crowded to stay in such a cramped place?

"Sister Yingxia, let's go!"

Yingxia quickly followed, "Miss, where are we going?"

Ah Ning, with her short legs, ran excitedly towards her grandmother's yard: "Of course, I'm going to do something very, very important!"

When Aning arrived, her grandmother's door was tightly closed.

Granny Rongxiu bowed slightly and replied, "Miss Aning, the Old Madam is discussing matters with the Prime Minister. Why don't you wait in the side room? We just made some fresh pastries this morning; would you like me to take you to try some?"

Fresh pastries?

Grandmother has a sweet tooth, and a chef makes her a variety of pastries every day. Every morning when Aning comes over to have breakfast with Grandmother, she eats several pieces.

Savoring the sweet and fragrant taste of the pastries in her mouth, Ah Ning swallowed, then shook her head vigorously, firmly stating:

"Granny Rong, go in and tell Grandmother that Aning has something important to tell you!"

Seeing the girl's determined expression, Rong Xiu hesitated.

Just then, a voice, both authoritative and compassionate, came from inside:

"Is that Aning outside?"

Ah Ning's eyes lit up: "Grandma! Ah Ning has come to talk to you, may I come in?"

"Come in."

Having received permission, Rongxiu opened the door.

The room was pitch black. Ah Ning stood at the door, twitched her nose, and then stepped inside.

Grandmother lay in bed, and standing beside her was a tall figure, slender and with a cold expression—it was Huo Ting.

Ah Ning tilted her head back, walked to Huo Ting's side, and circled around him while sniffing around.

Huo Ting, confused, flicked his sleeves and asked, "Have you smelled enough?"

Ah Ning blinked and said crisply, "You don't smell bad."

"..." Huo Ting's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and he said in a deep voice, "Mother, do you really think it's unnecessary to find a nanny to carefully teach such an unruly and impolite child?"

The old lady chuckled twice: "Kids are naturally playful, that's normal. Just let her be. It's uncomfortable to be controlled all the time."

"Besides, she still has her mother to teach her personally, so it's alright."

Ah Ning chuckled, and noticing the old lady's pale lips, couldn't help but ask, "Grandma, are you sick?"

The old lady said, "Yes. Grandma is old. Yesterday, a sudden blizzard struck, and she caught a cold. She'll be fine after a few days of rest."

Ah Ning stood on tiptoe and patted her grandmother's hand, "Grandma, you must take your medicine on time, don't be afraid of the bitterness."

As she spoke, she looked up at Huo Ting, whose face was gloomy, and asked, "Did you go to Mother's courtyard yesterday?"

He doesn't even know how to call me "Dad"...

Huo Ting gave his unruly daughter a deep look. "Never."

"Oh dear," Ah Ning feigned surprise, "But Ah Ning clearly saw you coming out of Mother's courtyard yesterday, and you looked quite angry!"

The old lady's voice deepened, "You've gone to cause trouble for Qiao Wan again?"

Huo Ting was speechless for a moment: "Mother, you know I'm always busy with official duties, why would I needlessly go and upset her?"

"But this child," he said coldly, his eyes filled with disgust, "can lie without batting an eye at such a young age. What will he be like when he grows up?"

Why is it that every time we meet, my bad daddy always says bad things about Ah Ning?

But it's finally confirmed that the one we saw yesterday was indeed the Painted Skin Ghost in disguise!

Ah Ning blinked her big, grape-like eyes and said in a clear voice, "Ah Ning isn't lying. It's just that the one Ah Ning met yesterday was a ghost in disguise."

Huo Ting frowned: "Nonsense!"

"Mother, you've truly been deceived by this little girl who talks nonsense. When has she ever not said something completely nonsensical?"

The old lady was speechless at her son: "Have you forgotten? The last steward who died was killed by a female ghost, and it was the ghost that Ah Ning personally performed the exorcism for. You saw it too, so why are you still so stubborn? Ah Ning's abilities are extraordinary."

Huo Ting sneered: "Mother, it is precisely because she has such great abilities at such a young age that you should be even more vigilant."

"Perhaps that baby died on a farm in the countryside four years ago. I wonder what this thing in front of me is."

Ah Ning looked at him, puzzled, blinking her big, innocent eyes.

"Ah Ning wasn't even a thing to begin with! Ah Ning was a human being!"

"Grandma said only blind children can't tell people apart, but your eyes are perfectly fine, how come you can't tell?"