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

Upon hearing this, Aning immediately became interested.

She grabbed Qiao Wan's sleeve and shook it, her voice soft and sweet: "Mother, please write a letter to Father Gu and ask him to come and see Aning so that Grandmother can see a doctor!"

"As you write, Ah Ning will tell you a story!"

"I'm not kidding you, there's no patient in this world that Grandpa Gu can't cure!"

Although Huo Ting didn't know who the people in that valley were, he wasn't willing to give up any hope and instructed his servants:

"Prepare pen, ink, and paper, quickly!"

A pale yellow letter was spread out on the table. Yingxia stood by the table grinding ink, while Qiaowan picked up her brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote neat characters on the letter.

Ah Ning spoke at length about the heroic deeds of Grandpa Gu in saving lives, her eyes shining with admiration.

Huo Ting simply pulled up a chair and sat down on the edge of the bed, listening to her tell her story.

This was the first time the three of them had been so harmonious since Aning returned to the manor.

At the end of the letter, Qiao Wan thought for a moment and neatly wrote a few words: Qiao Wan, mother of Aning.

After sealing the letter, Qiao Wan asked, "A Ning, where is your Father Gu now?"

Ah Ning: "He's in the Valley of the Divine Healer! He'll definitely be there, Mother. Just send someone to deliver a message."

"Father once said that the Valley of Divine Physicians is very close to the capital. If we want to come, we can arrive on the third day after receiving the letter. It will be very quick."

Valley of Divine Healers...

Qiao Wan and Huo Ting's expressions changed simultaneously.

His expression was even more complicated when he looked at the letter in his hand.

The master of the Valley of Divine Healers also has the surname Gu.

Could it be...?

Qiao Wan suppressed the shock in her heart and handed the letter to Ying Xia, "Go, make sure to send it to the Divine Doctor Valley as fast as possible, without delay."

"yes!"

After Yingxia left, Qiaowan took Aning's hand and prepared to leave.

When they reached the door, Huo Ting finally couldn't sit still any longer. "Stop!"

"Are you just going to leave without saying a word?"

Qiao Wan didn't turn her head, her tone completely devoid of emotion: "Otherwise what? What else is there to say?"

"We've already sent a message to the Valley of Divine Healers; now all we can do is wait."

"I don't want to disturb the old lady with all this noise."

In one sentence, Huo Ting's remaining arguments were completely shut down.

If he continues speaking, he will be disturbing the old lady's recovery and disturbing her peace, which is unfilial!

Huo Ting unconsciously clenched his fist in his sleeve, and could only watch coldly as Qiao Wan left with the child.

I don't know if it's just my imagination.

He always felt that Qiao Wan had changed a lot...

In the past, she was always gentle, well-mannered, and never disobeyed him.

But now, she argues with him repeatedly, and even proposes a divorce...!

How can Huo Ting, who married her with great ceremony, just agree to a divorce like that?

Divorce is absolutely out of the question in this lifetime!

Thinking of this, Huo Ting got up and left the room, summoning his bodyguards and giving them cold instructions.

"From this day forward, you will secretly follow the lady and protect her safety."

"Report anything unusual immediately!"

"Yes, sir!" The guard bowed and accepted the order, then leaped twice and disappeared behind the trees...

Five days later.

A man dressed in tattered clothes walked through the alleyways and arrived at the entrance of the Prime Minister's residence.

The man's hair was disheveled, his face was covered in black grime, making it impossible to see his features, and his clothes were torn in many places. He looked extremely unkempt, like a beggar on a street corner.

He leaned on a thin cane and stepped onto the steps of the Prime Minister's residence.

Unsurprisingly, they were stopped by the guards.

"stop!"

"Where did this filthy beggar come from? Go beg somewhere else, don't dirty the threshold of the Prime Minister's residence!"

The man chuckled lightly, not taking their rudeness to heart, and said:

"Brothers, I am not a beggar. I have come at the invitation of your Prime Minister's wife."

The two guards exchanged a glance and both saw the suspicion in each other's eyes.

"You were invited by the lady? Where's the evidence? Where's the token? How can you prove it? If I just make something up like this one day, could I go to the Prince's mansion or even enter the palace?"

The man continued to smile, showing no sign of being offended, and even put his hand into his sleeve.

"Wait a moment, brothers. I have a letter written by your wives. You can tell whether it's real or fake just by looking at it."

But when he took the letter out, it was covered in a lot of dark stuff, and a small part of it was even missing...

The man chuckled awkwardly and handed over the letter. "Although it's a bit damaged, you can still read the contents."

But the next moment, a hand painted with bright red nail polish snatched the letter away.

Su Xiaoyin, heavily made up and dressed in bright red—a color reserved for the legal wife—raised her eyebrows and unfolded the letter.

Without even reading the contents of the letter carefully, he scoffed and tore it to shreds.

With a casual flick of her wrist, she scattered the fragments of the letter everywhere, looking down condescendingly at the "beggar" before her, and said:

"This is hardly the lady's handwriting! It must be some beggar from who-knows-where. This excuse is utterly clumsy."

"Someone, go to the kitchen and get two big white steamed buns to appease him."

The guard immediately replied, "Yes!"

"Tch." Seeing that the "beggar" didn't react, Su Xiaoyin felt even more contemptuous and couldn't help but look him up and down and say a few more words.

"Look, the most valuable thing on his whole body is probably that brocade pouch at his waist, isn't it?"

"The craftsmanship is so exquisite, where did you steal it from?"

"How dare someone as lowly as you enter the gates of my Prime Minister's residence? Take the steamed bun and get out of here!"

After saying that, she returned to her residence without looking back, not even bothering to glance at the "beggar" again.

At the doorway, the man's face remained calm. He stared at the scattered pieces of paper on the ground for a while before turning and walking away.

When the guard chased after him with the large white steamed bun, he only caught a glimpse of his departing figure before hastily taking two steps to catch up.

"Hey! Beggar! Your steamed bun!"

"You haven't taken the steamed buns yet!"

But the "beggar" seemed not to hear, and kept walking.

The guard stopped, shook the steamed bun in his hand, and looked puzzled.

"Weren't you here to beg for food? Why don't you want the food you were given?"

Meanwhile, Aning and Qiao Wan were sunbathing in the yard.

The sun was warm today, so Qiao Wan had the couch moved to the courtyard and lay down with Aning, listening to Aning excitedly recount the heroic deeds of "Grandpa Gu".

This was the first time Ah Ning had ever gotten so excited about a godfather, talking on and on until her mouth was dry, showing just how much she loved and respected this "Godfather Gu".

Ah Ning got tired of talking, smacked her lips twice, gulped down a large glass of water, and said:

"Mother, are you sure the letter was delivered to the Valley of Divine Healers? Was it not sent to the wrong place?"

"Why hasn't Father Gu arrived yet, after all this time?"