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

The childish voice struck everyone present like a thunderbolt!

Everyone was stunned, staring in disbelief at the trembling, obviously timid and cowardly boy!

Zhao Lincheng frowned, his face serious: "A-Ning, do you have any evidence to support your claim?"

Ah Ning stretched out her little hand, her eyes clear and innocent, showing no sign of lying: "What Ah Ning said is true."

"It's easy to find out, just do the math. The one who's sticking voodoo dolls isn't your son, it's this older brother in front of you!"

Madam Zhao's eyes were red-rimmed, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. "Child, you..."

When is your birthday?

The boy shrank back, his dry, chapped lips opening and closing repeatedly before finally stammering, "The...the sixth day of the first lunar month..."

Upon hearing this, Mr. and Mrs. Zhao frowned and looked at A-Ning hesitantly.

"Ah Ning, this doesn't add up. My child was born on the seventh day of the first lunar month..."

Ah Ning shook her head and said to the boy, "Who told you you were born on the sixth day of the first lunar month?"

The boy was somewhat confused and stammered, "It's my mother, my mother."

Ah Ning sighed helplessly, "You were born on the seventh day of the first lunar month. Ah Ning found out by feeling your bones, there's no mistake."

Madam Zhao's eyes filled with tears. "But why? Why did my child...?"

"Don't worry, Madam," Zhao Bingcheng said, supporting her. "I will definitely investigate this matter thoroughly!"

"If our children were really switched back then, I will never let the person behind it get away with it!"

Ah Ning couldn't understand why the adults still didn't believe her even though she had explained everything so clearly. Just as she was about to say something more, Ye Linqian grabbed her hand and pulled her back two steps.

Ye Linqian lowered his eyes and shook his head at her, indicating that she should not say anything more.

Ah Ning looked at him blankly, but she was obedient and stayed quietly by his side, listening to the two adults arguing fiercely.

A short while later, a nanny was brought over.

The butler bowed and said, "Master, Madam, this is the young master's wet nurse, and also... also the biological mother of Xiao Liu, who is in charge of transporting the manure cart."

The wet nurse, not knowing why she had been summoned here, glared fiercely at Xiao Liuzi before kneeling and bowing her head.

"Master, Madam! This servant doesn't know what wrong the child has done. Please punish him as you wish; this servant will never protect him!"

"This kid has been mischievous since he was little, stealing chickens and doing all sorts of petty crimes. He's been caught several times but still hasn't learned his lesson. I wonder what he did this time to make the master and mistress so angry?"

Xiao Liu's face turned ashen, his fingers twisting tightly around the hem of his clothes, as he helplessly tried to explain, "Mother, I didn't..."

"Shut up!" The wet nurse knelt on the ground, turned around and glared at him fiercely. "Don't call me mother! I don't have a disobedient son like you!"

"Alright." Zhao Bingcheng's expression was complicated as he raised his hand to stop her. "I haven't said anything yet. This child didn't do anything wrong; I just called him over to ask him a few questions."

He hesitated, not wanting to get involved in the servants' family affairs, but the thought of A-Ning's confident assertion that the terrified boy in the corner was his biological son made him uneasy, and he couldn't help but speak up anyway.

"I see he has many injuries. Do you often beat him?"

The wet nurse looked up and saw his furrowed brows and somewhat complicated expression. A strange feeling welled up inside her, and she subconsciously said, "Didn't I just say that this boy has been disobedient since he was a child?"

"I used to work in the stables. A few days ago, I was caught stealing the young master's inkstone, so I was punished by being sent to transport manure carts."

"He's a household slave, he's been working in the manor since he was a child, so I have to keep an eye on him and make sure he never dares to have any crooked thoughts again. How could he dare to set his sights on the young master? It's only natural to teach him a lesson..."

Madam Zhao, not wanting to listen any longer, closed her eyes and said, "I'm asking you, when exactly was this child born?"

Upon hearing this, a hint of panic finally appeared on the wet nurse's face. "Madam, why are you asking this? This boy was born with a lowly fate, he doesn't deserve your attention—"

Madam Zhao: "Speak!"

The wet nurse, her hands wrapped around her abdomen, looked rather unwell and whispered, "This child was born on the sixth day of the first lunar month."

"She's a whole day older than the young master."

Mrs. Zhao rested her hands on the armrests of the chair, her heart filled with coldness.

From the moment the wet nurse entered until now, her series of reactions have increasingly confirmed that what Ah Ning said is almost certainly true...

She often heard her son praise the wet nurse, saying she was a thoughtful and considerate person who treated him very well.

But if this wet nurse was truly such a gentle and patient person, how could she speak harshly to her own son without understanding the situation? And even repeatedly humiliate and belittle him with words?

There is only one possibility, and that is—

Xiao Liuzi is not her biological son at all!

"Father, Mother?"

Just then, Zhao Che stepped into the house.

He was dressed in brocade robes, his face was ruddy, and he was holding a book in his hand. At first glance, he had an extraordinary air about him.

Compared to Xiao Liuzi, whose coarse cloth clothes were covered in patches, they were worlds apart.

Compared to this, Madam Zhao felt dizzy and even began to feel a dull pain in her abdomen.

She clutched her stomach with one hand and gave the housekeeper a wink.

The butler immediately handed over the box containing the wooden puppet.

"Young master, do you recognize this?"

The moment his gaze fell on the wooden puppet, Zhao Che froze. He glanced discreetly at the kneeling wet nurse and asked, puzzled:

"Mother, what is this?"

boom!

A teacup slammed down at his feet, splashing tea onto his clothes.

Madam Zhao's eyes betrayed her disappointment.

"This was found in your room. How are you going to explain that?"

A flicker of panic crossed Zhao Che's face. He swallowed hard, then forced himself to remain calm and said, "Mother, your son has always been filial. How could I possibly use such an evil thing to curse you?"

"You haven't been listening to other people's slander!"

Upon hearing this, Madam Zhao was even more disappointed.

Zhao Lincheng even stepped forward and slapped him!

Zhao Che covered his face, which bore a bright red five-finger mark, and said in disbelief:

"Father!"

"You actually hit me in front of so many people?"

"You unfilial son!" Zhao Bingcheng loved his wife dearly, and he was furious.

"Nobody said what this little figure was for, and nobody said it was used to curse your mother!"

"You still claim you didn't know?!"

A sinister glint flashed in Zhao Che's eyes, but he stubbornly insisted, "My son knows nothing! And has never done anything to harm my mother!"

"That's right, sir," the wet nurse chimed in. "Young master is kind-hearted and extremely filial. How could he possibly do such a thing?"

"Little Six, it must be Little Six! He's sneaked into the young master's room to steal things all the time. He must have secretly put things in the young master's room to frame him!"

"I told you long ago, this child has a wicked heart! Master and Madam, please don't misunderstand the young master. When we get back, I'll give this wicked boy a good beating!"

"Have you said enough?" Ah Ning said angrily, hands on her hips. "You treat Xiao Liuzi very badly, you don't deserve to be his mother!"

After saying that, A Ning took out a talisman from her small pouch, appeared in front of her in a flash, and firmly stuck the talisman between her eyebrows.

"This is a truth charm. From now on, you can only speak the truth."

"Speak quickly! Little Six is ​​clearly Madam Zhao's biological son, how could he become your son?"