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

"Poke, poke the little doll..."

Madam Zhao was stunned and asked blankly, "What do you mean?"

Ah Ning sighed and patiently explained:

"That's why Ah Ning asked if you've offended anyone, or if you have a bad relationship with anyone, right? That villain who stabbed you in the back is really ruthless; he wants you dead."

Madam Zhao was shocked, and her legs suddenly went weak.

Thanks to Zhao Lincheng's timely support, he didn't fall.

Ah Ning pursed her lips and continued, "If we don't find the bad guy quickly, Madam Zhao will never wake up again in seven days at most."

"Old Zhao, Old Zhao!" Madam Zhao was sweating profusely, clutching Zhao Bingcheng's sleeve tightly. "Go find them! Who wants to harm me! I'm pregnant, pregnant with our child..."

Zhao Lincheng frowned deeply, helped his wife sit down in a chair, and then walked to the door to instruct the housekeeper.

"Go, take men and search, search every single place."

"I'll see who dares to do this right under my nose!"

Seeing the steward hurriedly ordering people to search the room, Ye Linqian tapped his palm with the handle of his fan and asked:

"Has Lord Zhao been feeling unwell lately?"

Zhao Lincheng shook his head almost without hesitation: "No, I've always been very healthy, I just occasionally have insomnia at night."

Ye Linqian nodded knowingly and looked down at A Ning.

Ah Ning immediately understood what Father Ye meant and hurriedly asked, "Could you please tell me Lord Zhao's birth date and time?"

Zhao Lincheng opened his mouth, realized what was going on, and quickly gave his birth date and time.

Ah Ning began to divine, muttering incantations.

After a moment, he shook his head again: "No, Lord Zhao and Madam Zhao have different reasons."

Ah Ning scratched her head, about to ask a few more questions, when she saw the butler running in, panting, carrying a box!

"Master! We've found it! We've really found it!"

The butler held the box, which Zhao Lincheng opened himself.

The moment the lid was lifted, gasps filled the room!

Inside the dark wooden box lay a small wooden puppet. The puppet had red facial features, its waist and abdomen were wrapped with red thread dozens of times, and countless needles were stuck in its body!

Ah Ning made a hand gesture and picked up the wooden puppet, revealing the large, blood-red characters carved on its back...

It happened to be Madam Zhao's birth date and time!

"Whose house was this found in?!" Madam Zhao, already irritable due to the influence of this evil magic, was now at her wit's end. "I will absolutely not let him get away with this!"

"Reporting...Reporting to Madam..." the butler said with difficulty, his head bowed, "This was found under the young master's bed..."

hum-

Madam Zhao's mind went blank for a moment, and then she felt dizzy and collapsed!

"Madam! Madam!"

Zhao Bingcheng anxiously helped her sit up and shouted to the butler, "Quick! Go get a doctor! Go now!"

"No need," Ah Ning said crisply as soon as the housekeeper moved. "She was just traumatized."

As she spoke, Xiao Aning squatted down and pinched the philtrum of Madam Zhao. After a short while, Madam Zhao slowly woke up.

Her face was pale, and she was extremely weak: "Go, go and bring that unfilial son back to me!"

The butler quickly placed the box on the ground: "Yes!"

"Why did this happen?" Mrs. Zhao asked, tears welling in her eyes. "That's the child I carried for ten months, gave birth to with great difficulty, and cared for for over ten years! Why, Old Zhao..."

Zhao Lincheng was extremely distressed, constantly patting her back, afraid she might faint again. "Madam, please don't panic. Perhaps there's something more to this. Let's wait until our son returns and ask him properly. Maybe he doesn't even know there's such a sinister thing under the bed?"

"He knows," Ah Ning said crisply, her dark eyes wide. "Because he's not your son at all. He—"

"Hmm!"

Before Ah Ning could finish speaking, a large hand covered her mouth!

Ah Ning's eyes widened as she looked up at Father Ye in bewilderment.

Ye Linqian looked a little embarrassed and coughed twice to explain, "Well, kids don't know what they're talking about, don't take it to heart..."

Talking nonsense?

Ah Ning didn't say anything nonsense!

Ah Ning has evidence!

Ah Ning clung to her father's large hand, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't pry it off, and could only make muffled sounds.

With her husband's help, Mrs. Zhao stood up, choking back tears, "Let her speak..."

"I believe her now!"

Ye Linqian had no choice but to let go.

As soon as she was freed, Aning took deep breaths of fresh air, stood a few steps away from Ye Linqian, and then explained:

"Madam Zhao, actually, Aning isn't entirely sure about this matter either."

"When we entered the manor just now, there was a big brother pulling a very smelly cart as he left. Could you please call that big brother over here?"

Zhao Bingcheng and his wife exchanged a glance and immediately ordered their servants to carry it out!

While waiting for someone, A-Ning took out a talisman from her small purse, dissolved it in a water cup, and handed it to Madam Zhao.

"Back when Aning lived in the countryside, the aunt next door also had a bad temper. Grandma always said that her temper would be bad for the baby in her belly."

"If you finish this, it might help you control your temper for a while!"

Madam Zhao stared at the muddy brown water in the quilt, feeling nauseous, but still took it and drank it all without saying a word.

Ye Linqian waved his fan, a look of surprise flashing across his handsome face.

During this period, he frequently visited the Minister's residence. He knew Madam Zhao's temperament; she didn't believe in this or that, especially the people that Minister Zhao brought back. She was in a good mood if she didn't scold them.

But now, she trusts Aning unconditionally...

His gaze fell on A Ning's obedient face, and Ye Linqian couldn't help but raise his hand to rub the top of her head, his eyes filled with a doting smile.

The people arrived very quickly.

The boy was dressed in coarse cloth clothes with many patches on his body. He looked very thin, as if he had been suffering from long-term malnutrition.

He stood fearfully at the door, nervously clutching the hem of his clothes, completely at a loss.

Zhao Bingcheng raised his hand. "Come closer. Tell me your name and what you do in the manor."

The boy hurriedly knelt on the ground, trembling and hanging his head.

"The servant has no name; they are all called Servant Xiao Liuzi."

"This servant is a household slave of the Minister's mansion. I used to be responsible for feeding the horses, and now... now I'm responsible for transporting manure carts..."

"Your Excellency! This servant doesn't know what mistake I've made to have alarmed you, but I've always been well-behaved and have never done anything dishonest! I beg Your Excellency to see the truth!"

Zhao Lincheng frowned as he looked at the person on the ground, somewhat displeased: "Alright, I only called you over to ask you some questions, get up now."

Upon hearing this, the boy scrambled to his feet, accidentally exposing a section of his wrist in the process.

His thin, sallow forearm was covered with a dense array of scars, many of them old scabs that had faded and become lighter in color...

Ah Ning carefully observed his face and then went up to touch his bones, finally confirming her inner thoughts.

So she pointed at the trembling boy and said:

"Madam Zhao, this is your biological son!"