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

Ye Linqian looked surprised and put away his folding fan.

He had always trusted Ah Ning's words implicitly, and only asked:

"Is there a health problem, or is it because of something else...?"

Ah Ning shook her head. "Grandpa Zhao's appearance is very strange. We'd need to cast a divination to know the specifics. But didn't Father Ye say he wasn't sick?"

Ye Linqian: "Lord Zhao seems to be in good health, and I have never heard him mention any discomfort."

"We'll ask him after we've dealt with things at his residence."

The Minister's residence was not large; at least compared to the Prince of Yong'an's residence, it was much smaller.

Aning followed the two adults inside, and they didn't encounter many servants along the way, but they did come across a manure cart being transported out, the stench of which made Aning hold her breath.

The three of them made their way to the front hall.

Before Aning even stepped inside, a teacup shattered on the ground at her feet with a loud crash!

Ah Ning stared at the tips of her shoes, which were wet with tea, and looked somewhat unhappy.

These shoes were made by her mother with elaborate designs, and she even embroidered a silly face on them. Aning loved them.

"Madam, what are you doing?" Zhao Bingcheng stepped forward to support the pregnant woman, saying worriedly, "Be careful not to harm the fetus."

"Quickly, help the lady back to rest, and be careful."

"I'm not going back!" Madam Zhao rubbed her belly, her tone extremely agitated. "You're always bringing home fortune tellers and sorcerers, you're completely obsessed! Now you've even brought a child! I told you not to go, but you insisted, and you almost emptied our coffers!"

"I'm asking you, what can a toddler who barely reaches your knees understand? Can he save your life?!"

"You're supposed to be a Minister, can't you use your brain? I've told you to invite the Imperial Advisor countless times, but you won't listen. If you had invited the Imperial Advisor earlier, would there be so many problems? You listen to that Prince Yong'an all day long; do you think his words are imperial edicts?"

"Madam!" Zhao Bingcheng frowned in displeasure, but his tone remained gentle as he spoke to his wife. "Such treasonous words cannot be uttered. Prince Yong'an wholeheartedly supports His Majesty and has never harbored any intention to rebel!"

"Cough cough."

Just then, Ye Linqian coughed twice and stepped forward, revealing a gentle smile.

"Madam Zhao, this child is quite different from those good-for-nothings that Lord Zhao used to invite."

"I'm sure Lord Zhao has already told you what happened at the Yong'an Prince's Mansion last night. The person who dealt with that ferocious beast was indeed this child before you, no doubt about it."

Upon hearing this, Madam Zhao's explosive temper subsided somewhat, and she frowned as she looked at the little one at the door.

"It's you? Come here, let me see you."

Ah Ning stared at the wet spot on the toe of her shoe, motionless.

Madam Zhao clicked her tongue. "This child can't even understand what we're saying, how can he help us solve problems? Old Zhao, I think you're really getting senile! Show him out!"

They actually said she couldn't understand what they were saying?

Ah Ning got even angrier. She put her hands on her hips and wanted to argue with her, but when she saw that the acupoints representing her internal organs were filled with black energy of varying sizes, she paused for a moment and then changed the subject.

"Grandma Zhao, you can't stay angry anymore, it will hasten your death."

Those two short sentences caused the atmosphere in the entire front hall to freeze for a moment.

Madam Zhao was furious. She overturned the table in front of her, yelling, "What are you saying, you brat? Are you cursing me?"

"Old Zhao! Look at the junk you brought back! Not a single nice thing to say!"

"And another thing! Why call me 'Grandma'?! Am I that old?! Call me 'Auntie'!"

aunt?

Ah Ning looked at Ye Linqian beside her and asked curiously:

"Uncle Ye, can Auntie and Grandpa be husband and wife?"

Ye Linqian paused in his fanning motion, both amused and exasperated by the little guy's words.

He couldn't resist going over and pinching her cheek, patiently explaining:

"Lord Zhao and Aning are not related. 'Grandpa' is just a title. According to his age, he could indeed be Aning's grandpa. But Madam Zhao doesn't like being called grandma, so Aning won't call her that."

Ah Ning understood and said in her childish voice, "Lord Zhao, Madam Zhao, what Ah Ning said is true."

Zhao Lincheng, who was frantically comforting his wife, paused, recalling what Ye Linqian had said earlier, and a bad feeling began to rise in his heart.

He swallowed, feeling a slight itch in his throat. "Ah Ning, what's going on?"

Ah Ning opened her bright eyes and asked, "Mrs. Zhao, could you tell me your birth date and time?"

Mrs. Zhao looked at her husband suspiciously, extremely annoyed. "What exactly are you trying to do? You're making such a fuss over a child. Who knows if you've been instigated by adults to do this scam!"

"Oh, my dear wife, please stop talking." Zhao Bingcheng was at his wits' end, helping his wife to sit down comfortably. "That's the Prime Minister's daughter, the granddaughter of the Prince of Yong'an. She has everything she could want, why would she lie to us?"

As he spoke, he recited his wife's birth date and time.

A-Ning nodded, stretched out her little hands and began to calculate, while walking around the room in circles as she did so.

This is what her master taught her.

The master said that by striking such a pose, you look more like a powerful and experienced expert, and others will no longer dare to look down on you.

Ah Ning followed suit, and the imposing manner she exuded despite her small stature truly impressed Madam Zhao.

A moment later, Ah Ning stood in the very center of the room, her two fingers joined together, gathering a wisp of energy that swept past her eyes.

The next instant, several silver needles emerged from the wisps of black mist surrounding Madam Zhao...

Ah Ning gasped softly, her bright eyes sparkling as she asked in confusion:

"Has Madam Zhao offended someone?"

"What do you mean by that?" Zhao Lincheng was even more nervous than the person involved.

Ah Ning pursed her lips. "Lord Zhao, has Madam Zhao been throwing tantrums and breaking things frequently these past two months? She also cries a lot, is moody, and even doesn't like to eat her favorite foods anymore?"

Even Madam Zhao turned around, looking at her in disbelief. "You, how did you know?"

Seeing her expression, Ah Ning knew she had guessed correctly. She straightened her little body, proudly raised her chin slightly, and looked incredibly cute.

"Of course it was calculated."

As she spoke, Ah Ning patted several spots on her body and asked, "Do these spots always feel like they're being pricked with needles? Do you have trouble sleeping every night?"

Now, Madam Zhao could no longer sit still and had complete faith in the tiny baby in front of her who was only knee-high!

She couldn't help but stand up, clutching her stomach, and take two steps forward. "How...how do you know all this so clearly? I haven't even told Old Zhao this..."

Hmph, now you know how formidable Aning is, right? Aning isn't some clueless little kid.

The little guy proudly raised his chin, his clear eyes staring at her without blinking.

"Madam Zhao, this is because someone used your birth date and time to make voodoo dolls."