I'll tell you the secret and let's laugh together!

"Ning Zhiyi! You two dare to come to the palace. The housekeeper closes the door and arrests them!"

The housekeeper did not move. Not to mention that with the master and his mistress present, it was not the young master's turn to give orders. Besides, it was not certain whether this was his own young master.

"Mother, my son is in so much pain, please ask dad to invite the imperial physician to treat him."

There were tears on the wife of the Minister of Revenue's face, but she did not move, making it difficult to tell whether she was feeling sorry for Wang Anrui or for her real son.

The midwife crawled over again and said, "Child, let me see your injury. What happened to your hand?"

"Get out of here, you old man, you're so dirty!"

"Child, I...I am actually..."

The midwife knew that as long as the old people from the village came, the matter of her grandson could no longer be hidden, because her grandson looked so much like her son, as if they were carved from the same mold.

This should have been something that made her happy, but at this moment it became a death warrant for them.

"Mom and Dad, what's wrong with you? I'm so badly injured, and you still don't stand up for me! Am I your son? I've been like this since I was a child. You treat those two Sun family boys better than you treat me!"

"Shut up and stop talking nonsense. Your injuries will be treated by the court doctor!" After all, this was her son she had raised for such a long time, and the wife of the Minister of Revenue couldn't bear to ignore him.

Feeling hurt and anxious, and also being treated coldly by his family, Wang Anrui's emotions exploded and he began to vent his inner dissatisfaction, "Yes, my son admits that they are both good at studying and being human beings, and they can coax you around every time they come."

"But don't forget, I am your biological son!"

No one spoke anymore and the atmosphere was very subtle. Now they just had to wait for the old man from the midwife village to arrive to confirm Wang Anrui's identity. The Minister of Revenue had been watching the brothers Sun Huaishan and Sun Huaiyuan.

If I'm not mistaken, his son is one of the two.

"Are you still not going to tell the truth? Which one of them is my son?"

The midwife knew that her secret would soon be exposed, so she began to cry and whispered, "Master, I, I can't tell the difference anymore."

"One of these three children is your son, but I don't know which one it is."

"Nonsense! I know it's one of them, but which one is it? How can I just recognize a son randomly!" The Minister of Revenue, who had always been calm, couldn't help but start to lose his temper.

The wife of the Minister of Revenue and Su Shangwen and his wife gathered together and pressed the midwife for details, hoping to distinguish the two children from the details.

[Tong'er, which one is Shangshu Wang's son? I'm so confused from eating so much melons.]

The people who were questioning paused and lowered their voices unconsciously. The two brothers Sun Huaishan and Sun Huaiyuan quietly approached Ning Zhiyi.

The system sorted it out and said:

[Newborn babies all look the same, and the midwife was busy delivering babies and had no time to remember their looks, so she used the swaddling clothes to distinguish them. She simply replaced the tattered swaddling clothes with any rich young man, but something unexpected happened. She dressed the three children in the same clothes and wanted to put her own grandson in the swaddling clothes.]

[The old lady of the palace brought people from the palace to see her grandson. She was in a hurry and could only cover one child. Fortunately, the three children were all asleep. Old lady Wang and others left quickly. It may be because she was too nervous, or it may be because too many people came to hold the children. Anyway, in the end, even the midwife herself didn't know which grandson was hers. ]

[Her original plan was to take the rich boy back to the village to raise him, but she was afraid of taking her grandson away by mistake, so she left all three children behind. Later, when the Shangshu's wife's maid came to pick up the children, the midwife randomly picked one for her, so when Sun Shangwen came to see his son, he saw two children.]

After hearing what happened, Ning Zhiyi still didn't know which one was the son of the Minister of Revenue. [So, who is the son of the Minister of Revenue? ]

[Host, Sun Huaishan is the son of Sun Shangwen and Wang Xiaomei, and Sun Huaiyuan is the son of Wang Shangshu. ]

【Oh, I understand.】

"Mom and Dad, what happened? I'm your son, why are you asking this old woman?" Wang Anrui lay on the ground with no one paying attention to him.

"I have an idea to distinguish them. Why don't we draw lots?" Ning Zhiyi ignored Wang Anrui and directly stated his proposal.

The system screamed, "Host, you are also a devil, right? Draw lots? What if you draw the wrong one? Wouldn't that mean that the Minister of Revenue will continue to raise a son for someone else? Wouldn't that be too cruel to him?"

Minister of Revenue: ...

[That's so naive, right? I can manipulate it behind the scenes. I just need to let them draw their own sons.]

[Host, is this really okay? 】

【Trust me, it's okay.】

"I remembered, my son has a birthmark." Wang Xiaomei exclaimed.

"Mom, my son has a birthmark on his body." Sun Huaishan took the initiative to claim it. There was no birthmark on his body. He was just going with the flow.

The wife of the Minister of Revenue was startled, remembering that when her son was just born, she saw a red birthmark on his chest. Her later son did not have this birthmark, and she had always thought she had seen it wrong.

"My son has a red birthmark on his chest. Huaiyuan, please let your aunt see it!"

Wang Xiaomei grabbed the wife of the Minister of Revenue who was grabbing Sun Huaiyuan's chest. How could she be so serious when she was just pretending? "Sister-in-law, calm down. This may not be true!"

“This is real!”

"Ah, sister-in-law, are you telling the truth?"

The Minister of Revenue became alert and pulled Sun Huaiyuan to the inner room. When he came out again, his eyes were red and he nodded to his wife.

"My son, I failed to protect you. I'm sorry."

Sun Huaiyuan's eyes were red, and he hugged her with tears in his eyes, "Aunt, don't cry, my parents raised me very well."

[Haha, saying to your own mother, "Aunt, my parents raised me very well", Tonger, my sense of humour is a bit low.]

Sun Huaiyuan touched his head, wondering how he could change his words for the time being. The Minister of Revenue knew that he couldn't act rashly, so he patted his shoulder, stretched out his long arm, and embraced his wife and his son who had been lost and found.

It was a warm family reunion, but someone always popped up to interfere, "What do you mean, mother, you call him your son, but I am your son!"

"Child, no, you are my grandson and the descendant of our Mr. Li. Before I die, can you call me grandma?" The midwife's eyes were filled with tears.

"Get lost, you old bastard! How dare a lowly person like you to try to be related to me?"

"Oh, I was scared. This kid looks really like Old Li's son. I thought I saw a ghost in broad daylight." Noisy footsteps were heard, and more than a dozen figures walked over. One of them was an old voice.