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

It turns out that it was the first month of the lunar calendar sixteen years ago.

The wet nurse and Madam Zhao gave birth on the same day. At that time, Madam Zhao's room was in chaos, and everyone was busy. The wet nurse took advantage of everyone's inattention and secretly switched the two babies in their swaddling clothes.

Later, for some reason, perhaps because she had just given birth and had breast milk, she became the young master's wet nurse and served him wholeheartedly.

The wet nurse treated the young master very well because he was her own son.

But Xiao Liu, the true young master, could only live a life of beatings and scoldings, never having enough to eat or wear, and gradually his personality became more and more timid...

As for Zhao Che, the fake young master, he knew his true identity when he was very young. He took special care of his wet nurse, his biological mother, but humiliated and bullied Xiao Liuzi, who had his identity usurped.

Everything was fine at first; he was dutiful to the Zhao couple and also to his wet nurse.

But a few months ago, Mrs. Zhao suddenly became pregnant!

He felt that his status as an only son was threatened!

If the wife has another son, he will not only take away his parents' love, but also all the family property that originally belonged to him!

Even if the Zhao couple discovered he was an imposter, he wouldn't be afraid, because Xiao Liuzi had already been spoiled and no parent would like such a timid and cowardly son.

But if they have another son, they can raise him properly, and Zhao Che will be dispensable!

That's why he made the voodoo doll; he absolutely wouldn't allow that child to be born!

After hearing all this, Madam Zhao was so angry that she was breathing heavily, her chest heaving violently, but she couldn't utter a single word!

She used to do everything she could to raise this son, giving him whatever he wanted. Now, not only is he a fake, but he also disregards all the good she's done for him and is trying to kill her and the child in her womb...

Madam Zhao's lips were deathly pale, and large drops of cold sweat slid down her cheek. She raised her hand to point at Zhao Che, as if to say something, but she could no longer hold on, and her vision went black as she fainted...

"Father!" Zhao Che panicked, not expecting his wet nurse to reveal everything. "She's not telling the truth! How could your son do such a rebellious thing? Your son—"

"Shut up!" Zhao Bingcheng's face was terrifyingly grim. "Guards, drag him away and lock him up!"

"And this wet nurse, lock her up too!"

As he spoke, he picked up his wife and said to Ye Linqian and A Ning, "Please wait a moment, I will take my wife back to her room first."

As he passed by Xiao Liuzi, he hesitated for a moment, but ultimately said nothing and strode away.

Xiao Liuzi was timid by nature. Now, suddenly realizing that he should be the young master of the mansion, he was even more at a loss. He could only look left and right helplessly, only to find that everyone in the room was a stranger. So, he quietly hunched over and left alone...

Suddenly, only the two of them remained in the front hall.

Aning tugged at Ye Linqian's sleeve, "Father Ye, why would she exchange her own child for the madam's child? Doesn't she like her own child?"

Ye Linqian pondered for a moment, then sighed, "Perhaps it was because they loved their own children too much that they switched them, wanting their own children to enjoy wealth and luxury and live a better life."

"Then why did she bully Xiao Liu Zi?"

Ye Linqian smiled, pinched her cheek, and said in a doting tone, "Little one, you should know that not everyone is a good person."

Zhao Lincheng reappeared half an hour later.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and apologized repeatedly.

"I apologize for the long delay; I've neglected you both..."

Ye Linqian: "It's alright. I came here to help out, but I unintentionally stumbled upon Lord Zhao dealing with his family affairs. Please forgive my rudeness."

"Not at all," Zhao Bingcheng sighed. "It's a misfortune for our family, Lord Ye. Please excuse my presumption."

As he spoke, he lowered his eyes to look at A-Ning and said gently:

"Ah Ning, now that the cause of the matter has been clarified, do you have any way to rescue my wife?"

"My wife is usually gentle and never makes things difficult for anyone, but in the past two months she has been getting increasingly irritable. I thought it was because of her pregnancy, but I never expected..."

Ah Ning blinked: "Don't worry, Ah Ning has a solution!"

"Really?" Zhao Pingcheng was somewhat excited. "As long as it can save my wife's life, I'm willing to give up anything, even my entire fortune!"

Ah Ning pursed her lips, suddenly thinking of her wicked father.

Lord Zhao is so good to his wife.

What about the bad dad?

If Mother fainted, would the wicked Father be willing to spend all his wealth to save her?

Probably not. Last time Mom fainted, that awful Dad didn't even come to her yard to check on her...

How wicked!

Ah Ning stood with her hands on her hips, pursing her lips indignantly, which startled Zhao Lincheng into a cold sweat.

Zhao Lincheng: "Ah Ning is so serious. I wonder what it takes to save my wife's life? No matter how difficult it is, I will definitely get everything I need!"

Ah Ning was stunned for a moment, then shook her head: "You don't need anything."

As she spoke, she raised her small hand, and an extremely fine gold thread, invisible to the naked eye, flew out and slowly wrapped around the little wooden puppet in the box.

Immediately afterwards, she flipped her wrist twice, and the little figure covered in needles flew steadily into her hand.

A-Ning first removed the needles from the little figure one by one. Then she asked for cinnabar and a pen, wrote Madam Zhao's birth date and time on yellow talisman paper, wrapped the little figure in the talisman paper, and then lit the talisman paper, burning the little figure in a fire.

The wood should have burned to charcoal, but the little figure slowly turned to ashes in the fire and finally disappeared...

Zhao Lincheng was somewhat surprised: "This...this is?"

Ye Linqian waved his folding fan. "Lord Zhao, this puppet has been enchanted, so it is naturally different from ordinary wood."

Ah Ning nodded and said in her childish voice, "The little one is burned! Now Madam Zhao is safe, she doesn't need to worry!"

Hearing this, Zhao Bingcheng finally felt relieved. "Thank you, thank you so much. If anything had happened to Madam, I wouldn't have known..."

"Lord Zhao," Ye Linqian said, closing his folding fan with a grave expression, "what you should be worried about now is your own health, and that monster in the manor..."

Upon hearing the word "monster," Ah Ning's eyes widened instantly.

"A monster, is it like the little wolf in Grandpa's mansion?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Bingcheng sighed and shook his head helplessly.

"My health isn't urgent, let's go see that beast first..."

The Minister's residence was not large. A-Ning was led by Ye Linqian, and they arrived at their destination in no time.

This is the study, with stacks of books piled on the shelves and many boxes placed there.

Zhao Lincheng turned one of the vases on the cabinet three times to the left, and the cabinet door suddenly slid open with a loud bang.

Almost simultaneously, all three people present heard a continuous, low hissing sound, and the ground trembled.