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

"Nonsense! I don't know anything! I was just passing by!"

In her panic, Madam Qian began to ramble on: "You little brat, you killed my son and even tried to sow discord between me and the Prince! What exactly are you trying to do?!"

Ah Ning didn't say anything, and casually tapped the wooden sword twice.

The next instant, the entire sword was enveloped in black mist and suspended in the air, slowly floating in front of Qian Shi.

It's as if they're identifying the Qian family as their master...

"No, that's not it..." Qian's hands and feet were bound, and she desperately tried to move backward to avoid the sword. "I don't know anything, it has nothing to do with me!"

Seeing that she wouldn't budge, Aning had no choice but to tell her about the ritual she had performed to borrow a life from Aunt Yunshu's son.

"Qian, is this really true?" Xie Jiyuan asked, his hands behind his back, his face flushed with anger.

To dare to do such a treacherous thing in his residence is simply audacious!

Just then, Ye Linqian, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke:

"Your Highness, Aning never lies; she tells the truth. What kind of malicious intent could a child have?"

"As for the death of Qian's son, it was probably due to the backlash from his failed attempt. It's a pity for the concubine and her son, who almost lost their lives."

Xie Jiyuan closed his eyes, feeling a headache coming on. "Liu Yi is away doing business all year round, leaving his wives, concubines and children all in this mansion. Now that his wife has made a mistake, it is his own family matter, and I cannot handle it on her behalf."

"Very well, go back and pack your things, and you can move out of the Prince's Mansion tomorrow."

"Your Highness, Your Highness!" Madam Qian stared wide-eyed in disbelief, her already withered face becoming even more terrifying. Her expression twisted in a grimace as she pleaded desperately, "Please, Your Highness, have mercy and let me stay. Give me a place to live! Your Highness, I beg you!"

"Wait a minute." Ah Ning stepped forward. "Ah Ning has something to ask."

The child's voice was soft and sweet, lacking any real intimidation. Because she wanted the prince's forgiveness, Madam Qian dared not argue with her further. "What do you want to ask?"

A-Ning: "Who taught you that evil life-borrowing technique?"

Upon hearing this, Madam Qian paused, lowered her head to hide the panic on her face, and tried her best to keep her tone calm: "No, no one..."

Ah Ning raised her chin and put her hands on her hips: "Tell the truth, or Ah Ning will not be polite."

"I...I found a book!" Ms. Qian said urgently. "I learned all those things from the book! It's very simple, I don't need anyone to teach me!"

"Lying! You're being naughty." Ah Ning pouted and pulled out a truth-telling talisman, sticking it on her forehead.

"Who exactly is 'that person' who taught you evil magic?"

Upon hearing "that person," Madam Qian's face turned terrified, and her body trembled uncontrollably. She dared not say anything, but was forced to speak due to the power of the incantation.

"That sir—"

The talisman suddenly burned to ashes, and the words came to an abrupt end!

As for Madam Qian, she seemed to have seen something terrifying; her eyes widened in horror, and she fainted from shock.

Almost simultaneously, Ah Ning quickly turned around and looked left and right, but saw nothing...

Ye Linqian turned around with her, looking around: "A-Ning, what happened?"

Ah Ning paused, her small hands pinching her smooth chin as she pondered seriously:

"The 'that' person she mentioned must be very powerful. It seems that he has placed a restriction on her, preventing her from saying a single word about him."

More importantly, "that person's" abilities must be superior to hers, otherwise her mantra talisman wouldn't have failed.

Ah Ning's little face hardened, becoming unusually serious. She winked at Xie Jiyuan:

"Grandpa, can you tell Aning why this little wolf is here?"

The incredibly natural and familiar "Grandpa" made Xie Jiyuan freeze.

He looked at A-Ning with a complicated expression, feeling somewhat uneasy. After a long silence, he finally said something unrelated:

"How is your mother?"

"No good." Ah Ning honestly shook her head: "My mother has been cursed. She feels terrible every day, and she even fainted a few days ago."

Xie Jiyuan was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

In recent years, he has intentionally avoided paying attention to anything related to Wanwan. No matter what happens to Wanwan, he does not allow his subordinates to report it. But he never expected that she would be cursed...?

He didn't even notice his hands trembling inside his sleeve as he asked in a trembling voice:

"W-What did you say?"

"How is this possible? He was perfectly fine when he got married..."

Aning tilted her head and looked at him: "Since you care so much about Mother, why don't you go see her? Why won't you let Mother enter the Prince's Mansion?"

As she spoke, A-Ning looked up at Ye Linqian again: "Father Ye, you're so strange. Will you forbid A-Ning from seeing you in the future?"

"..." Ye Linqian's lips twitched, and he gently tapped the back of A Ning's head with the handle of his fan. "Don't tease your father, Ye."

A Ning shook her head, patted the obedient giant wolf beside her, and looked at Xie Jiyuan, who seemed to be stunned.

"Grandpa, can you tell Aning about the origins of the little wolf now? It might help lift the curse on Mother."

Upon hearing this, Xie Jiyuan snapped back to reality almost instantly, took two steps forward, and asked with a slightly excited tone, "Is...it true?"

See? Grandpa is really worried about Mom. Mom was also very sad when Aunt Yunshu mentioned Grandpa before.

They both care so much about and worry about each other, yet they refuse to meet. It's so awkward.

Why can't we be like Ah Ning and Father Ye?

Ah Ning tilted her head, stroking the giant wolf's fur like she was petting a cat, and said:

"Ah Ning smelled a scent on the little wolf that was very similar to the curse on her mother."

Upon hearing this, Xie Jiyuan paused, exchanged a glance with Ye Linqian, and seeing the other nod, slowly said:

"This wolf appeared the year your mother got married..."

Xie Jiyuan had three sons and one daughter, but Qiao Wan was the only one born to his first wife.

Xie Jiyuan and his wife were deeply in love. He even allowed Qiao Wan to take her mother's surname, and he doted on his only daughter.

Unfortunately, the year his wife died of illness, Qiao Wan believed that his mother was killed by his concubine, which caused a rift between the father and daughter.

Xie Jiyuan has felt guilty all these years and has been trying to make it up to Qiao Wan.

Five years ago, Qiao Wan married Huo Ting. He was so happy that he couldn't sleep all night. As a prince, he personally arranged his daughter's wedding, prepared a ten-mile-long red dowry to send her off, fearing that his daughter would be bullied in her husband's family, and wanted to support her.

He had never cared for his other three sons so much.

However, a month before the wedding, an uninvited guest arrived at the mansion...

The man was dressed entirely in black, wearing a black cloak. His entire body was black except for one other color, as if he could disappear into the night at any moment and leave no trace.

He said nothing, leaving behind only an iron cage covered with a black cloth and a letter.

The oppressive aura emanating from him was so strong that even Xie Jiyuan, the Prince of Yong'an who had slain countless enemies on the battlefield, dared not call out to the guards in his presence and had no choice but to open the envelope as he instructed.

The creature in the cage must be fed with the blood of your Xie family's closest relatives. I will come and take it away when the time is right.

Failure to comply will result in the complete annihilation of the Yong'an Prince's Mansion!