I Became the Eye Candy: Four Bigshots Claimed to be My Dad? Chapter 26: Not Pretty, but Hilarious

"..."

Ye Qianning sighed and let Fourth Granny fuss over her.

After three days of waiting, Sang Yan had sent soone over early this morning to inform them that he was taking her to et her father. The news sent Fourth Granny into a state of sheer delight.

Xiang Minghou had returned to the Capital City yesterday, which ant today was undoubtedly the day for the blood-kinship test.

It didn’t matter who her father was. What mattered was how she was going to escape the Capital City. No matter which one of them turned out to be her father, his manor would not be a peaceful place to live.

If their blood didn’t rge during the test, the Princess Consort would probably ensure her safety out of gratitude for her saving Nanxiang. Then, she and Fourth Granny could finally leave the Capital City.

She could wander the wide world, be a wandering hero, and nurture her pocket dinsion. Just thinking about it made life seem full of endless possibilities.

"All done! Oh, our Pangtuan is just so pretty," Fourth Granny said, finishing her work and admiring her masterpiece with satisfaction.

Ye Qianning was still daydreaming about her future life. Hearing the praise, she looked up and smiled at Fourth Granny, her gaze then shifting to the bronze mirror...

COUGH, COUGH...

Surprisingly, Ye Qianning actually choked on her own spit...

In the bronze mirror, she saw a figure in a bright red outfit. Her hair was tied into a topknot that shot straight up, adorned with two flowers. ’Fine,’ she thought, ’let’s not even talk about the hair. It’s the face that’s a little terrifying.’

She was chubby, so her face was naturally large. A red dot on her glabella, a sar of red on each cheek, and a dash of red on her small mouth. A closer look revealed a slight resemblance to the little paper effigies from a coffin shop...

"There we go. So spirited," Fourth Granny was still gloating with pride.

Ye Qianning had never been this ugly in her life. She had no idea if Fourth Granny was trying to give her father a pleasant surprise or a fright.

’Well, it’s not like I was planning on acknowledging him as my father anyway,’ she thought. ’Ugly is ugly.’

"Fourth Granny, when we et my father, you can’t call Pangtuan anymore."

"If not Pangtuan, then what should I call you?"

"Just say my na is Ye Qianning, and that I took my mother’s surna." Ye Qianning had finally found her chance to change her na.

"Ye... what Ning?"

"Ye Qianning."

"That’s a mouthful. Pangtuan is much easier to say." Fourth Granny found it very awkward.

"...Fourth Granny, this is the Capital City. All the children here have nice nas. Calling Pangtuan all the ti will make people think my mother didn’t care enough to give a proper na," Ye Qianning began to coax her.

Fourth Granny nodded, only half-understanding. It seed to make sense. She couldn’t let people think they were uncultured and didn’t even know how to na a child.

Once they were ready, Fourth Granny led her to the front hall, where Prince Changyang, the Princess Consort, and Sang Yan were already waiting.

"Your Highnesses, the Prince and Princess Consort." Fourth Granny kowtowed deeply to the two people seated above, pulling Ye Qianning down to kneel with her...

Ye Qianning bristled at the etiquette of kneeling before everyone, but this was an ancient era, after all. She had no choice but to do as the locals do.

’It’s better being a rustic villager,’ she mused. ’No need for all this formality.’

"You may rise," Prince Changyang said.

Fourth Granny pulled Ye Qianning to her feet, sneaking a glance at Sang Yan. ’Pangtuan’s mother was one of Nanyuan’s rare great beauties,’ she thought to herself. ’No wonder she pined for Pangtuan’s father. He’s truly handso.’

As Ye Qianning stood up, the Princess Consort, the Prince, and Sang Yan all froze for a mont. But Nanxiang, who was at the side, burst out laughing with a GIGGLE.

"Pangtuan, who did this to you?" Nanxiang hopped down from her chair and circled her, sizing her up.

"Fourth Granny did. What do you think? Pretty, right?" Ye Qianning held out her small hands and deliberately spun around.

"Not pretty, silly!" Nanxiang was overco with amusent.

The laughter made Fourth Granny question her very existence. Dazed, she looked at Ye Qianning again. ’How is it silly? It’s clearly pretty. This is how all the girls in our village dress for festivals. It’s festive!’