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

Ah Ning's clear eyes were filled with surprise.

When Ye's father winked at her, she knew he was telling her to keep quiet.

After holding it in for so long, Ah Ning finally couldn't help but ask:

"Father Ye, how did you know Aning was here?"

Ye Linqian flicked her nose with his knuckles, "Your father Ye is incredibly resourceful. How about it? He specially came to celebrate your birthday with you. Are you happy?"

Aning nodded emphatically, then pulled her mother aside to introduce him: "Mother, this is Father Ye."

"Father Ye, this is Mother Aning! Mother Aning is so gentle!"

After talking for so long about Huo Zhiyao's godfather, it turns out he's also A Ning's godfather... Qiao Wan was a little stunned and didn't know what to say for a moment, so she could only nod politely to Ye Linqian.

Not only Qiao Wan, but everyone else standing nearby had faces as black as the bottom of a pot!

Su Xiaoyin twisted the handkerchief in her hand, staring at A Ning with jealousy. She couldn't understand how a little jinx could win the favor of Lord Ye and recognize the Lord of Fengrong City, the richest city in Daliang, as her godfather? What made her so special?

Wasn't Yao Yao supposed to be Ye Linqian's goddaughter? How did she become that little jinx Huo Zhining?!

Su Xiaoyin was unwilling and glared fiercely at the manager who had given her the wrong information.

The steward was deathly pale, bowing repeatedly, his back drenched in cold sweat.

He didn't know what was going on. When he entered the manor, Lord Ye said that his goddaughter was named "Zhizhi". Wasn't that the second young lady, Huo Zhiyao...?

Huo Ting's expression was also not very good.

When he heard the word "Uncle Ye," it felt like he had been slapped across the face.

Two days after returning to the manor, A-Ning had not yet called him "father" once, but instead called someone else.

This is absolutely outrageous!

"Brother Huo," Ye Linqian said, in a good mood, "may I take a look at the shards of that broken vase?"

With a single glance from Huo Ting, the steward immediately went to pick up the broken porcelain shards behind the screen.

As he handed over the porcelain shard, the steward's hand trembled slightly: "Lord Ye, look, this is a gift from the Emperor..."

Ye Linqian casually picked up a vase and examined it, then smiled and said, "These vases are originally an identical pair. This one was presented to His Majesty by me five years ago."

"I happened to find another one a few days ago, and I originally intended to present it to His Majesty to make a pair. Now that this one is broken, it is just right to fill the gap. Let's pretend that the matter of accidentally breaking the imperial gift never happened."

"As for the child... it wasn't intentional, so Brother Huo, please don't be angry anymore."

Huo Ting's eyes darkened: "You resolved a major issue with just a few words. You truly deserve to be called Lord Ye."

Ye Linqian: "You flatter me."

Huo Ting stood with his hands behind his back, his dark eyes fixed on A Ning's smiling face, and said in a deep voice:

"Huo Zhining, come to your father."

father?

That strange old man... is he Ah Ning's father?

Ah Ning blinked blankly, recalling his fierce look when he tried to lock her up again, and then remembering her mother saying that he was unworthy to be Ah Ning's father...

Ah Ning frowned, put her hands on her hips, and refused crisply:

"don't want!"

"You're not Aning's father!"

Upon hearing this, Huo Ting's face darkened considerably. His fist clenched and unclenched repeatedly as he coldly stared at Qiao Wan: "Is this how you taught her?"

Qiao Wan shielded the child behind her. "Huo Ting, today is also A Ning's birthday. It's one thing to not have a carefully prepared banquet or gifts to celebrate, but can't we at least let her have a happy day?"

Huo Ting stared at her coldly, his eyes churning with terrifying emotions, but in the end he just flicked his sleeves, snorted coldly, and strode away.

Seeing this, Su Xiaoyin quickly took the child's hand and followed, "Master, wait for me!"

Seeing that everyone had left, Aning tugged at her mother's sleeve and explained in a soft, sweet voice, "Mother, Aning didn't break the vase."

Qiao Wan smiled gently and patted her head, "Of course Mother believes in Aning."

Ah Ning smiled and looked at Father Ye again.

Ye Linqian certainly didn't think it was A Ning who did it, but today was A Ning's birthday, and he didn't want to make a big deal out of it. He wanted to resolve it easily so as not to spoil A Ning's birthday celebration.

He smiled, bent down, and picked her up. "Long time no see, little Aning. Daddy has prepared a birthday present. Go see if you like it?"

Ah Ning asked in confusion, "Why doesn't Father call her Zhizhi?"

Ye Linqian gently stroked her small nose, his voice full of affection, "Before, I called Aning 'Zhizhi,' and they mistakenly thought I was someone else's father. That won't do. Father Ye can only be Aning's father."

Aning nodded as if she understood, then looked at her mother, "Mother, Father Ye has prepared a birthday gift for Aning. Let's go see it together!"

Qiao Wan nodded in agreement, and the tension in her heart inexplicably eased a little.

She didn't know how Aning had managed to recognize such a powerful figure as the Lord of Fengrong City as her godfather, but there was nothing wrong with that.

At least there's one more person in this world who can protect Aning...

The Prime Minister's second daughter's birthday banquet is always a grand and extravagant affair, and this year is no exception.

At the banquet in the front yard, all the guests were high-ranking officials and dignitaries.

Huo Ting personally led the exquisitely dressed Huo Zhiyao to the head seat to receive the guests' congratulatory gifts.

"Lord Xiao, here is a pair of jade ruyi scepters—"

"Lord Li, here is a pair of jade bracelets for you—"

"Lord Zhao, see him off—"

Suddenly, the steward's announcement was drowned out by a cacophony of footsteps, and the entire front yard erupted in chaos.

The crowd looked in the direction of the sound and saw a group of burly men wearing handkerchiefs carrying large boxes in.

"Slow down, slow down, be careful not to drop the box!"

Huo Ting frowned slightly and gave a wink to someone to the side.

The steward immediately understood and raised his voice:

"Today is the Second Young Miss's birthday banquet. Where did you all come from? You've disturbed her; none of you can afford to take responsibility for this!"

The burly man at the head of the group unloaded the box, cupped his hands in respect, and said:

"Prime Minister, we are the city lord's men, sent to deliver birthday gifts to Miss Zhining. We have already received permission from the madam and are about to carry the gifts to Biyou Courtyard."

With so many guests watching, Huo Ting didn't want to embarrass his wife and let people know that they were having marital discord, so he had no choice but to agree, "Go ahead, and hurry up so as not to disturb the guests."

"yes!"

Upon receiving the order, the burly man directed his men to carry the boxes inside.

However, it took half an hour to carry all those boxes of gifts, which attracted a crowd of passersby outside the Prime Minister's residence, who craned their necks to see what was going on inside.

"This second young lady is really pampered. To receive so many gifts and have such a grand celebration for her birthday, she's so lucky!"

The person next to him, wearing an animal skin vest, patted him on the shoulder. "What nonsense are you talking about? This isn't for the Second Miss; it's a birthday gift for another young lady from the Prime Minister's residence!"

"Another one? But isn't today Miss Huo's birthday?"

The woman in the animal-skin vest rolled her eyes at him: "You're so out of touch! Have you forgotten that four years ago today, two young ladies were born in the Prime Minister's residence?"

"You..." The man was about to retort, but then seemed to remember something, his eyes widening in disbelief: "You mean these gifts are all for that...that unloved young lady who was sent to the countryside at birth?!"

"How could that be? The Second Miss is the Prime Minister's darling! Even if the Eldest Miss is brought back to the Prime Minister's residence, how could her birthday celebration be more grand than the Second Miss's?"

The man in the animal-hide vest said, "You're so out of touch! These boxes of gifts weren't prepared by the Prime Minister, but by Ye Linqian, the city lord of Fengrong City, whose wealth rivals that of a kingdom in the Great Liang Dynasty!"