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

Holding the imperial edict in one hand and her mother's hand in the other, A Ning skipped and hopped back to Biyou Courtyard.

Throughout the journey, Yingxia was somewhat distracted.

She still hasn't come to her senses...

Her young master was only in the palace once, and he was actually made a princess?

What an honor that is!

With the title of princess, who would dare to bully her young master in the future!

Looking at the two figures, one tall and one short, in front of her, Yingxia felt incredibly happy at that moment.

The mistress has suffered for so many years. As the daughter of a noble royal family, she has been subjected to endless humiliation in this prime minister's residence. In the most difficult times, the mistress could only eat cold food in the snow, and there was not even a heater...

Now, the hard times have finally come to an end.

As images of the hardships she had endured over the years flashed before her eyes, Yingxia's eyes welled up with tears.

But she quickly realized something was wrong and stood there dumbfounded.

Isn't the mistress His Majesty's own niece?

How could the young master be bestowed the title of princess?

Is this in accordance with the rules?

Is this in accordance with proper etiquette?!

After falling far behind, a childish voice drifted from afar—

"Sister Yingxia!"

"Hurry up!"

"It's almost lunchtime!"

Aning is so small, and she looks even smaller from a distance. Plus, she's wearing thick winter clothes, so from this position she looks like a little dumpling, which is incredibly cute.

Yingxia instantly smiled, shaking off the jumbled thoughts in her mind, and ran after him.

Regardless of whether it conforms to rules and etiquette, we will follow the master and the young master in everything!

After returning home, Qiao Wan instructed the kitchen to prepare a dish of lotus flower chicken.

Yesterday at the flower-viewing banquet, the little guy barely touched any of the other dishes, but he especially loved the lotus chicken.

Sure enough, the moment Ah Ning lifted the lid of the cup, her eyes lit up!

The aroma was wonderful, a refreshing lotus scent enveloping the savory chicken flavor, constantly wafting into my nose, almost making my eyebrows fall off from the deliciousness.

Ah Ning ate two whole bowls of rice with gusto!

After the meal, the little one rinsed his mouth, leaned back in his chair, patted his round belly, and sighed:

"It's so delicious! I wish I could eat it every now and then!"

After expressing his feelings, he looked at Qiao Wan, who was busy working on the side, with a curious expression.

"Mother, what are you doing?"

Qiao Wan smiled at her, unfolded the fabric in her hand, and patiently explained.

"Mother is embroidering clothes."

"Didn't I draw two patterns for Aning to choose from a while ago? Mother wants to sew an outer garment for Aning herself before she completely forgets her needlework skills."

Aning became even more curious.

Grandma used to make clothes for her often.

However, the fabric and thread that Grandma used were all dark colors, unlike the colorful fabrics in Mother's hands, which made them look exceptionally beautiful.

The old woman didn't embroider flowers on her clothes; she would just cover the holes in them with pieces of dusty cloth and then sew them up.

The old woman said that's called patching.

Her gaze fell on the round thing on her mother's finger, and Aning pointed and asked:

"Mother, what is this?"

Qiao Wan took one off and handed it to her, "This is a thimble made of deerskin. With this, you don't have to worry about pricking your hands when doing needlework."

Aning touched the thimble in her hand.

It's soft and comfortable inside, but a little firm on the outside.

I imagine the needle couldn't have pierced it.

In the past, grandmothers would also wrap a small strip of cloth around their fingers.

Later, that strip of cloth was sewn onto her clothes, and the old woman no longer had any extra cloth to wrap around herself.

The old lady's eyesight is poor, and her hands have countless cuts from needle pricks...

Ah Ning pursed her lips, feeling a little uneasy.

"Mother, do you have any extra fabric, needles, thread, or this thimble?"

Qiao Wan smiled gently and pinched her little cheek. "What's wrong? Does our Aning want to learn needlework too?"

Ah Ning shook her head, her voice tinged with a barely perceptible sob.

"Ah Ning was just thinking about Grandma..."

Qiao Wan paused for a moment, then squatted down to look her in the eye, her gaze gentle and peaceful, carrying an indescribable sense of calm.

She spoke slowly:

"A-Ning, you can tell your mother whatever you want. No matter what you want, your mother will never refuse you. Do you understand?"

"So, whatever you want to say, don't hesitate or be afraid, just tell Mother, okay?"

Her mother spoke with exceptional gentleness, and the little girl nestled in her arms, feeling a sweet warmth and extraordinary happiness in her heart.

She nestled against her mother's shoulder, took a deep breath, and said in a soft, sweet voice:

"Mother, Aning is thinking of Grandma."

"Grandma never wore pretty clothes, and she often pricked her hands while making clothes..."

"And another thing, there are no candles or oil lamps in Grandma's house, so it's pitch black at night. She stays in the fields all day, and at night she can only sew clothes and make shoes by moonlight, and her eyesight is getting worse and worse..."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Wan thought for a moment and said:

"When I visited Grandma last time, Mother brought her some fine fabrics. Have you forgotten, Aning?"

"As for the oil lamp... Mother really didn't think it through enough."

"How about we bring Grandma here? That way, Aning can see Grandma every day, okay?"

After thinking for only a moment, Ah Ning shook her head. "No."

"Grandma was most reluctant to part with that piece of land and those chicks."

"Once we get here, Grandma will keep thinking about that piece of land, and she'll be unhappy..."

Qiao Wan patted the little girl's back and said, "Then why don't I have someone prepare more things to send to Grandma, so that Grandma can be more comfortable?"

Ah Ning nodded emphatically, feeling a little better. Just as she was about to say something more, she heard a soft, surprised voice.

"Ah Ning!"

Ah Ning was overjoyed. She turned her head and saw Qiao Qiao smiling. She immediately forgot all her sadness and broke free from her mother's arms, running to her.

"Qiaoqiao!"

"Why did you come? I missed you so much!"

Qiaoqiao gave her a big hug and said with a smile, "I missed you too."

"Daddy seemed a bit unhappy today. He didn't make me practice calligraphy and told me to play by myself, so I came to find you!"

"Unhappy?" Ah Ning asked, puzzled. "Why is he unhappy? Ah Ning is a princess now, isn't he happy?"

Qiaoqiao didn't understand either, and shook her head.

Qiao Wan, on the other hand, pretended not to hear anything and lowered her eyelids.

Qiaoqiao: "Aning, let's go play in the little pavilion! I still want to hear your stories about catching monsters!"

Upon hearing this, Ah Ning's lips unconsciously curled up, and she couldn't suppress it no matter what she did, proudly raising her chin.

"Since you're so eager to hear it, then alright!"

"Ah Ning has so many more stories like this!"