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

Here, Ah Ning chased after a cloud of black mist, passing through the garden and along the corridor, until she arrived at a very open space.

There were many tables set up here, and each table was full of people and laden with all kinds of delicious food.

Ah Ning didn't look around much and followed the black mist into the house.

boom!

As soon as I entered the room, the door behind me was slammed shut by an invisible hand!

Ah Ning, however, was not intimidated at all. With her hands on her hips and her small body straight, she said crisply to the empty room:

"Monster! Come out now!"

The room was silent.

Ah Ning pursed her lips and raised her voice a little.

I see you!

As soon as he finished speaking, a small figure emerged from behind the screen.

She was about the same height as Aning, with a small, rosy face, slightly rounder than Aning. She wore the same red dress as Aning and had two small braids tied with pink ribbons.

Huo Zhiyao came out and saw A Ning, who was about the same age as her. Her expression, which had been as if she had done something wrong, instantly changed, becoming condescending, and she even slightly raised her chin.

"I know you, you little jinx who just came from the countryside?"

"Today is my birthday, who gave you permission to wear the same color as me?"

Ah Ning blinked, looked closely, and realized that she was indeed a person, and the black mist that had initially drifted into the room seemed to have disappeared...

A-Ning was a little unhappy, and put her hands behind her back. "Today is also A-Ning's birthday. The clothes were specially prepared by Mother. Who said only you can wear red?"

"You...you..." Huo Zhiyao pointed at her angrily.

From birth, she was the prime minister's lucky star, the apple of her parents' eye, getting whatever she wanted, and no one ever dared to disobey her!

"How dare you! How dare you speak to me like that!"

Looking at the fierce-looking little girl in front of her, Ah Ning's light eyebrows furrowed slightly.

This person is so unreasonable.

Aning had just opened her mouth, before she could even speak, when the door behind her was pushed open—

A man wearing a round hat, who looked to be about fifty years old, walked in, completely ignoring her, and went straight to Huo Zhiyao.

"Oh my little darling, what are you doing here? Your godfather's here, he's looking for you!"

He exclaimed again, pointing to the broken porcelain shards on the ground, "This vase was a gift from the Emperor! Who broke it?! This is a grave offense!"

Huo Zhiyao was furious and raised her hand angrily, pointing at A Ning at the door.

"It's her!"

"I saw her break it with my own eyes!"

The steward looked in the direction she was pointing and saw a baby dressed in festive attire. He immediately frowned and shouted sternly:

"Whose slave are you? I've never seen you before!"

"What are you doing here at the Second Miss's birthday banquet, dressed all in red, causing trouble?"

The steward grew increasingly agitated, "You even dared to smash imperial gifts! I'll report this to the Prime Minister right away and see how many heads you and your parents have to lose!"

Seeing her being scolded, Huo Zhiyao raised her chin smugly: "Did you hear that? This could cost you your head!"

Ah Ning blinked, ignoring her provocation, and pointed to the manager's back, asking in confusion:

"Uncle, what's that thing on your back?"

The manager casually patted his shoulder and back, but didn't touch anything. He glared at her as he walked towards the door.

"What could there be? You stay here quietly, I'll go fetch the Prime Minister!"

Ah Ning scratched her head, staring intently at the black mist on his back. "But if you don't get it off, you'll die."

"Hey, you brat, what nonsense are you spouting?" The manager got angry, grabbed her hand, and forcefully lifted her up and walked out.

"Let me go!" Ah Ning was lifted up by the arm, kicking and struggling wildly in mid-air, her small face contorted in pain. "Let me go!"

"If you don't let go, I'm going to get rough!"

"Tch." The manager completely disregarded her words. "How can a little brat like you, barely half a foot tall, be so impolite?"

"Breaking a gift from the Emperor is a grave offense. If we don't hand you over, are we supposed to take the blame for you?"

"Why should we take the blame?"

As a deep voice rang out, Huo Ting, dressed in fine clothes, appeared at the door.

The steward almost immediately dropped Ah Ning and bowed, saying, "Master, you've arrived."

Huo Zhiyao also broke into a smile, excitedly running forward to grab Huo Ting's sleeve and acting coquettishly:

"Father, what brings you here?"

As she spoke, she eagerly pointed to Ah Ning, who was lying motionless on the ground.

"You don't know, Yao Yao came over for a drink of water just now and saw her pick up a vase and smash it on the ground. It startled me, and she even yelled at me!"

The steward chimed in, "Sir, that's a vase bestowed by the Emperor!"

Huo Ting's expression darkened slightly as he looked at the little figure on the ground: "Raise your head."

Aning remained motionless in the position of falling, staring at the torn cuffs.

This was a birthday outfit specially prepared for her by her mother.

It's my mother's wish!

It's broken like this.

Ah Ning's eyes reddened with heartache. Ignoring her physical pain, she got up from the ground and explained stiffly:

"Ah Ning didn't break the vase, you're lying!"

"Tsk." The steward frowned deeply. "You little brat, you dare to lie to the Prime Minister? The Second Miss saw it with her own eyes, how could it be false?"

"Are you suggesting that the Second Miss deliberately framed you?"

Ah Ning clenched her small hands into fists: "It's her—"

"Enough!" Huo Ting interrupted in a deep voice after only a few words were spoken:

"Didn't I tell you to stay in Biyou Courtyard? Why are you here?"

Ah Ning looked up at him.

She remembered this uncle; he had scolded her mother severely yesterday and even tried to lock her up.

The old lady once said that kind people don't scold children for no reason.

Ah Ning was fair-skinned, and now that she had been wronged, not only did her eyes turn red, but the tips of her light eyebrows also turned slightly red.

She bit her lip, stubbornly repeating, "Ah Ning didn't lie, and she didn't throw anything!"

"A-Ning was originally with her mother preparing for her birthday, but when she saw a cloud of black mist flying this way, she followed it."

She pointed at Huo Zhiyao: "When A Ning came in, she was already there, and the bottle was broken."

"Nonsense!" Huo Zhiyao hid behind Huo Ting guiltily. "Father, don't believe her!"

Huo Ting slightly raised his eyelids, scanned the area but saw nothing. "You said black mist? What black mist? It can fly? Why did it disappear after flying here?"

Ah Ning raised her hand and pointed at the steward: "Ah Ning is not lying. The black mist has not disappeared; it's still on his back. If we don't drive it away, he will die."

"Nonsense!"

Huo Ting flicked his sleeves, his brows furrowing even more deeply.

Although this child did not grow up by his side, she is still his daughter. Now she is only four years old, yet she has grown up to be able to lie without batting an eye!

This is utterly disgraceful to the Prime Minister's residence!

"Guards, lock her in the woodshed and don't let her out until the sacrificial ceremony!"

Are they going to lock her up again?

Already upset because the clothes her mother made were torn, Aning became even more unhappy and reached into her purse.

Although the master had warned him not to use this trick on people unless absolutely necessary.

But Ah Ning is really angry right now!

Ah Ning finally found her mother. If she's locked up, she'll never see her again! Her mother will be so sad!

Seeing the two servants rushing in towards her, A-Ning quickened her pace, found the talisman, and was about to pull it out when she heard a sharp shout from outside:

"Stop it, all of you!"