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

Huo Ting flicked his sleeves, no longer looking at Qiao Wan, and said in a deep voice:

"Search the entire prefecture for suspicious persons. If anyone has seen anyone enter or leave this place, I will reward them handsomely."

"Also, keep the search quiet and don't disturb the old lady. As for Consort Su... just say she passed away from illness, and I will choose a date for her funeral."

"Alright, all of you, step back."

After the guards had all dispersed, Huo Ting walked up to Qiao Wan, pondered for a moment, and said:

"Did you see anyone suspicious when you entered the yard?"

Qiao Wan shook her head: "No. The courtyard gate was locked properly, but I pried it open. The door to the side room was also closed properly, but it wasn't locked from the inside; it opened with a push."

"Nothing else was found."

Huo Ting's attention was completely drawn to her words "pried open," and he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, "After all these years of marriage, how come I didn't know you could pick locks?"

Qiao Wan: "..."

"Is that the point?"

Qiao Wan carefully examined his calm, unwavering eyes, but found no trace of regret or heartache for Su Xiaoyin's death. She couldn't help but ask:

"Didn't you used to like Su Xiaoyin the most? Why didn't you react at all when she died, died so tragically?"

Huo Ting's hand, hidden in his sleeve, tightened. After a moment's hesitation, he said, "Are you jealous?"

"???"

Qiao Wan's eyelashes trembled, a wave of mockery washing over her. She lost all desire to speak to him and turned to leave.

Su Xiaoyin was madly in love with Huo Ting. To gain his exclusive favor, she did countless outrageous things, not only driving away Huo Ting's other concubines, but even forcing her, his legal wife, from their current courtyard to the remote and desolate Biyou Courtyard...

Despite all she did, she died in the end, yet Huo Ting showed not a trace of sadness or grief.

It's truly laughable.

A woman gives her all for her husband and children in her life, but after death she can only receive the cold stare from the husband with whom she has shared a bed for many years!

How tragic?

Qiao Wan quickened her pace, filled with regret. She regretted how she had been so blind to have fallen so hopelessly in love with Huo Ting...

She will soon end this marriage herself!

"Master, Master!"

Yingxia followed along with difficulty, lowering her voice to call out, "Please slow down."

"The Prime Minister has been following behind us the whole time, perhaps you..."

Qiao Wan snapped out of her daze, stopped, and waited for the person behind her to step forward. "Why are you following me?"

Huo Ting showed no embarrassment at being exposed for being a tagalong, remaining calm and composed: "Let's go to Biyou Courtyard together. I have something I want to ask A-Ning."

Qiao Wan looked at him suspiciously, her heart filled with doubt and uncertainty.

"Didn't you always hate Ah Ning the most? If you don't like her, why bother going around in front of her?"

"Me? Hate A-Ning?" Huo Ting scoffed coldly. "She's my daughter, Huo Ting's daughter. What father in the world would hate his own daughter?"

Qiao Wan, too lazy to expose him, skipped the topic and asked, "What do you want with her?"

Upon hearing this, Huo Ting became more serious: "I suspect that Su Xiaoyin's death was not caused by someone?"

Seeing the puzzled look on Qiao Wan's face, he patiently explained, "Don't you think Su Xiaoyin's corpse is too bizarre? What kind of person could break a living person three times without damaging their skin?"

Biyou Courtyard.

After listening to Huo Ting's description, A Ning stroked her smooth chin with her small hand and hissed softly.

The room remained silent for an unknown amount of time. Then, Ah Ning clapped her hands, her bright eyes seeming to say that she already knew the truth!

But the next moment, the little guy frowned and looked at Qiao Wan with a helpless expression.

"Mother, it seems Aning has done something wrong..."

Qiao Wan realized something and immediately pulled the child into her arms, gently patting her back, "No matter what happened, it's not Aning's fault."

Ah Ning pursed her lips and whispered, "Does Mother remember last night?"

"Last night, Ah Ning reinserted three incense sticks. With each bow, a piece of the original three sticks would break off. Ah Ning bowed a total of three times..."

Qiao Wan: "You mean...?"

"Mommy..." The little one frowned, his big, grape-like eyes brimming with tears, "Is it because of Aning that the bad auntie..."

"No!" Qiao Wan said firmly, "It has nothing to do with you."

"Your mother asks you, no matter who tries to break the curse of those three incense sticks last night, will the incense sticks break?"

Ah Ning shook her head: "No, that won't happen."

Qiao Wan: "How did the man in black know that someone was going to break his evil spell? How did he know that the incense would just break, so he used some method to link Su Xiaoyin's life with those three incense sticks, and then used this method to kill Su Xiaoyin?"

"It's just a coincidence, don't blame yourself."

Ah Ning nodded as if she understood, recalling her master's words.

The master once said that she was of a very high seniority in this industry, so the disciples she took in were naturally of a high seniority as well.

There are only two possibilities regarding the incense burning out last night.

One possibility is that the man in black is far weaker than her.

Another possibility is that the man in black is of equal or greater strength than her, but he is a disciple of her master's lineage and is of a much lower generation than her!

If the man in black and the mysterious person who threatened my grandfather are the same person, or not the same person, then...

Aning got stuck, angrily pressed her temples, and tried desperately to reason, but her mind became more and more confused. She couldn't help but throw herself into her mother's arms and act coquettishly.

"Mother, Aning is so stupid..."

Qiao Wan gently patted her head, "A-Ning, don't worry. If you can't figure it out, then don't think about it anymore. It's not your fault."

Huo Ting, who was listening from the side, was completely confused and asked Qiao Wan what had happened, but Qiao Wan was only focused on comforting the child and ignored him at all.

Yingxia couldn't help but step forward and explain to him what had happened last night.

At the same time, Qiao Wan also figured out what the little guy was troubled about.

Although Aning knows a lot of things, that's her talent. But she's too young, and there are some things that children can't understand.

But Qiao Wan was a well-read adult, and after listening to A Ning's words and analyzing them a little, she understood.

She put her arm around Aning and patted her back rhythmically, exclaiming in surprise:

"The probability of two people skilled in mystical arts wanting me dead at the same time is extremely small. Therefore, the man in black last night and the mysterious person who cast the curse on me should be the same person."

"Ah Ning once said that the mysterious person's abilities should be above yours, so the first possibility you mentioned can be ruled out."

She narrowed her eyes and stated her deduction: "Then only the second possibility remains—"

"He must be one of your master's disciples! And his seniority is far lower than yours!"

Huo Ting once again focused on the key point, frowning as he asked:

"Yingxia, what does Madam mean by 'curse'? When and what kind of curse did Madam fall under? Is her life in danger?"