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

Aning removed her little hand, looked up, and saw her mother's gentle expression, which made her giggle.

He immediately climbed out of the cupboard using both his hands and feet, and said in a childish voice:

"How did Mother know that Aning was hiding in the closet?"

Qiao Wan smiled and said, "Next time you hide in the closet, remember to tuck your skirt in properly, leaving a section near the edge. It'll be hard to miss, right?"

What!

So the skirt was sticking out!

Ah Ning blushed and scratched the back of her head shyly.

"Miss?" Just then, Yingxia walked in, surprised and suspicious, "So you were hiding here."

Ah Ning quickly waved her hand: "It was Mother who found Ah Ning, so it doesn't count as Sister Yingxia winning!"

Yingxia chuckled, placed the tray on the table, and curtsied. "Yes, I lost. I'll go make some dumplings for you right away, Miss."

"Wait a minute." Qiao Wan raised her hand to stop her. "The people from the front hall just came over and said that a distinguished guest has come to see Aning."

"Take Aning there first."

Distinguished guest?

Looking for Aning?

Ah Ning's little hand was held in her mother's hand. She looked up curiously and asked, "Mother, who is the distinguished guest?"

Qiao Wan placed her hand in Ying Xia's and said softly, "It seems to be A Ning's generous godfather."

"Father Ye!" Ah Ning's eyes lit up instantly, and she obediently shook Yingxia's hand. "Sister Yingxia, let's go take a look!"

After watching the two people, one big and one small, leave the courtyard, Qiao Wan went to the side room, picked up the embroidery she hadn't touched in years, and began to slowly review her embroidery skills again.

It wasn't that she didn't want to go with A-Ning, but she really didn't want to see Huo Ting's face. She figured she might as well use her time to embroider something, so that she would have a way to make a living after the divorce and A-Ning wouldn't have to suffer.

When Aning arrived at the front hall, she was momentarily taken aback by the grand spectacle before her.

Seven or eight boxes were neatly stacked in the open space, and an unfamiliar white-bearded grandfather was sitting in the front hall.

Sitting at the head of the table was Huo Ting, whose expression had been rather unpleasant. To his left sat a distinguished guest, and to his right sat the handsome Ye Linqian.

Ah Ning strode up the steps and called out in a clear, cheerful voice, "Father Ye!"

Huo Ting's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He clenched his fist in his sleeve and waved to A Ning before Ye Linqian responded, softening his voice.

"A-Ning, come here to your father."

Hey?

Ah Ning looked at Huo Ting at the head of the table with a curious expression.

This was the first time that the bad father had spoken to Aning without being angry.

Is he sick?

The old woman said that when a person is sick and their whole body is burning hot, they will say and do things differently than usual.

Ah Ning blinked: "Ah Ning, don't go over there."

After saying that, the girl felt her words sounded a bit stiff, so she added:

"If you're sick, go see a doctor. Don't try to tough it out, or you'll get sick."

Upon hearing this, all three people present were stunned.

Ye Linqian snapped open his folding fan to hide the smile he couldn't suppress.

Huo Ting was furious. He stared at her with his dark eyes for a while, then said in a completely flat tone:

"I have other matters to attend to, so I will take my leave now. You two can continue your conversation."

With that, he flicked his sleeves and strode away.

Aning could sense that her bad father was angry again, but she didn't know what was wrong with him.

Wasn't Ah Ning just concerned about him?

If it weren't for the fear that if he fell ill, everyone in the household would be starving and have no money, A-Ning wouldn't have reminded him to see a doctor!

Bad daddy!

Ah Ning shook her head, instantly forgetting all about her bad father, and first politely curtsied to the old man.

This was taught to her by Rongxiu, the nanny who served her grandmother; it's proper etiquette when dealing with guests.

Then, the little guy took a few more steps and stood in front of Ye Linqian, looking left and right, and even rummaging through his sleeves, but found nothing. He asked in confusion:

"Didn't Father Ye promise last night that he would bring Aning some delicious pastries next time he comes? Has Father forgotten?"

Looking into the little girl's big, watery eyes, Ye Linqian felt a surge of tenderness in his heart. He smiled, ruffled her hair, and explained gently.

"We came in too much of a hurry today, Father didn't have time to prepare. Next time, next time I will definitely bring it for Aning."

As he spoke, he stood up and began to introduce himself.

"Your Excellency, this is the granddaughter of the Prince of Yong'an, A-Ning."

"A-Ning, this is Grandpa Zhao."

Upon hearing this, Aning obediently called out, "Grandpa Zhao."

Zhao Lincheng nodded solemnly and replied, "Okay."

She then looked up at Ye Linqian, "Lord Ye, are you sure the one who helped the Prince resolve that matter last night... is this child in front of you?"

Ye Linqian chuckled lightly: "Your Excellency, I know what you are worried about."

"But the world is full of wonders. This child is far more capable than those good-for-nothing, half-baked Taoist priests you used to invite."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Lincheng's gaze towards A Ning changed, and he asked softly:

"Little one, Grandpa Zhao is in big trouble, similar to the trouble your maternal grandfather's family is in."

"Not knowing what you like, Grandpa Zhao prepared some gifts according to his granddaughter's preferences." He pointed to the several boxes piled up by the door, then couldn't wait to get straight to the point, "Could you please come to my residence and see what we should do?"

Ah Ning blinked: "Sure."

Unexpectedly, the little guy agreed so readily, and Zhao Lincheng finally showed some joy. "Alright, alright, then come with Grandpa Zhao. Grandpa Zhao will bring you back safe and sound when it's all over."

As she stepped out of the front hall, Aning waved to Yingxia.

"Sister Yingxia, quick, get a few people to carry these boxes into Mother's room."

"Don't forget to tell your mother that Aning is going out for a while and will be back later."

The Prime Minister had just left in a huff, and now the young lady was about to leave with distinguished guests. Yingxia was a little confused. "Where are you going, Miss? What are these things...?"

Ah Ning waved her hand, proudly raising her chin, unable to suppress the smile on her lips: "This is Ah Ning's hard-earned money for her work, Ah Ning is giving it all to Mother!"

When Mom finds out, she'll definitely think Aning is amazing!

After watching Zhao Lincheng get into the carriage, Aning and Ye Dieye got into another carriage together.

It stopped snowing for the past two days, and the snow on the road melted and formed puddles. The carriage smoothly drove away from the Prime Minister's residence, stepping through the puddles.

Aning sat upright and asked in confusion:

"Uncle Ye, is Grandpa Zhao seriously ill?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Linqian paused, the folding fan he was holding twitching, and tilted his head to look at her. "Never heard of it. What's wrong?"

Ah Ning pressed her temples, recalling what she had just seen on Grandpa Zhao's face.

"Grandpa Zhao's forehead, cheekbones, and forehead were all dark, and there was also a dark shadow in the middle of his nose that extended all the way to his philtrum."

"This is an ominous sign. With such a face, one will surely die within seven days."