After a Maid Switched My Son, I Came Out on Top

I am the mistress of the household, yet on the day I gave birth, I watched helplessly as my maid secretly switched her son with mine.

I pretended not to know and raised her son at my side, teaching him with care.

Sixteen years later, the maid's son had become a general of the cavalry, personally appointed by the emperor.

Meanwhile, under her abuse, my own son became a cripple, unable to speak or walk.

On the day of the investiture ceremony, the maid knelt at my feet and begged through her tears, "It was a mistake, a mistake! We switched the babies by accident back then. We should switch them back now."

I smiled calmly. This was the moment I had been waiting for!