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

Qiao Wan clutched her chest, gasping for breath, but felt the air growing thinner and thinner. With each breath, it felt as if her lungs were being slashed by a sharp blade, causing her to bend over in pain.

In a daze, she heard Aning calling "Mother".

She struggled to see where Aning was, wanting to reassure her, but her vision grew increasingly blurry, gradually swallowed by darkness...

"Mother!"

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Beside the bed, Aning held her mother's hand tightly, her little face expressionless and silent.

While changing the towel to apply a hot compress to Qiao Wan's forehead, Yingxia told A Ning about the scene she had just seen in the front hall.

Little Aning frowned deeply, asking in confusion, "Sister Yingxia, are you saying that Grandpa also has a butterfly scar on his left hand? Just like that mysterious person's?"

Yingxia: "Yes, this servant cannot be mistaken. Perhaps that's what made you think of it, and guessed that Prince Yong'an was the mysterious person who cast the curse on her, which is why you were so angry that you fell into a deep sleep..."

"No." A-Ning's little face was serious, her gaze fixed on Qiao Wan's brow, which was filled with thick black energy. "Mother fainted because the curse on her body took effect."

"Moreover, Aning believes that the person who cursed her mother was not her maternal grandfather."

Yingxia frowned: "No? But Prince Yong'an does have a butterfly-shaped scar on his hand. What a coincidence!"

Ah Ning didn't know how to explain.

My master once said that those who work in this line of work each have their own unique aura, something that cannot be erased.

It's like this: if someone uses an invisibility talisman, others can't see them, but skilled people can smell their presence and naturally deduce that they're hiding nearby using an invisibility talisman...

The mysterious person's aura also remained on her mother's curse, which Aning could smell immediately.

That aura was completely different from my grandfather's; it could be said that they were unrelated.

Although she had only met her grandfather once, their presence spoke volumes.

As for why the mysterious man had the same scar on his hand as his grandfather...

Ah Ning scratched her head, feeling a bit of a headache.

If only Mother were awake, she would be so smart and could analyze it clearly.

"Miss, when will Master wake up?" Yingxia asked worriedly. "Didn't you say before that it would be very dangerous for Master if the curse on her wasn't lifted?"

"Is the situation... getting more serious, Master?"

Upon hearing this, Ah Ning's eyes reddened, and her little hand, which had been holding her mother's fingers, trembled slightly...

She didn't want to admit it, but her mother's condition was indeed not good.

If the curse isn't lifted soon, we can only hold on for a little less than two months...

Ah Ning bit her lower lip, her eyes red, and after giving her mother a deep look, she ran out.

Running to the pavilion where he often played with Qiaoqiao, the little one could no longer hold back and hugged his knees, crying softly.

During this time, she had been giving her mother talisman water to drink, and even tied the token given to her by her master around the neck of the silly girl, begging her to go find her master.

The idiot is a phoenix, a divine bird that flies fast and steadily, can talk, and is the easiest to find people.

But the talisman water couldn't break the curse on Mother, and the idiot hadn't given any news at all...

Ah Ning buried her face in the back of her knees, her face flushed red and covered with tears.

She never mentioned asking the silly girl to find a master, because she was afraid that her mother would get her hopes up, only to find that she couldn't find a master and her hopes would be dashed.

But she never expected this day to come so soon; the New Year wasn't even over yet, and her mother collapsed...

"Waaaaah..."

"Master, is Aning really that useless?"

"Master once said that Aning was the most talented, but Aning couldn't even break the curse on her mother. Aning is so useless..."

"Who said you're useless?"

A deep voice sounded in front of me.

Ah Ning stopped speaking, and when she looked up, she saw—

Bad daddy.

Huo Ting stood with his hands behind his back, and when he saw her tear-streaked, wrinkled face, his brows furrowed deeply.

His hand, hidden in his sleeve, tightened. For the first time, he reached out to touch his daughter, whom he had abandoned for four long years...

But it was dodged.

Ah Ning suddenly stood up, ignoring her numb legs, and took two steps back, asking in a cute but fierce tone, "What are you going to do?"

Huo Ting froze for a moment, seemingly puzzled: "Are you that afraid of me?"

afraid?

Ah Ning wiped away her tears casually, her tone stiff: "Ah Ning isn't afraid of you."

Upon hearing this, Huo Ting felt a sudden sense of relief. Just as he was about to say something, he heard the small figure in front of him shout:

"Ah Ning hates you!"

Huo Ting: "..."

Suddenly, he heard his mother's old advice: if he continued to treat Aning this way, he would regret it one day.

He scoffed at it at the time.

But now, a sense of displeasure is rising uncontrollably in my heart.

Why is she so affectionate with those godfathers who are not related by blood, but speaks ill of her own father?

Huo Ting took a deep breath and decided not to argue with a child.

After all, he is her biological father. If he raises her properly in the future, the child will eventually correct his ways.

Thinking of this, he stepped forward, squatted down like Qiao Wan to be at eye level with A Ning, and tried to soften his voice, but it was still somewhat stiff:

"Your father was on his way to find your mother, but when he passed by, he saw you squatting here crying, so he came over to check on you."

"Can you tell me what you're crying about?"

Ah Ning looked at him suspiciously, somewhat disbelieving.

Doesn't the bad daddy hate A-Ning?

Why does it seem like he cares about Aning now?

The little girl is only four years old, and everything she says is written on her face. Huo Ting sighed helplessly, never before had he treated this daughter with such patience.

"I already know about the curse on your mother."

"I know you're very capable and know a lot of mysterious things. But you're still just a four-year-old child. Many things and responsibilities shouldn't fall on your shoulders."

"Tell me, how can I save your mother? Perhaps I can help."

He paused, the images of Ah Ning's three powerful godfathers flashing before his eyes, and added:

"Your father is a prime minister, after all. I'm not that useless."

Ah Ning's mind was in a daze. She looked at him with a mixture of understanding and confusion, and subconsciously asked, "Then can you help me find my master?"

"Master?" Huo Ting raised an eyebrow.

The Emperor has eyes and ears everywhere, so entrusting a task like finding someone to him would obviously yield the fastest results. But instead of asking the Emperor for help, Ah Ning approached him directly...

Huo Ting's lips curled up almost imperceptibly. "What are the distinctive features of your master?"