The legitimate daughter returns, and everyone in the Marquis's mansion regrets and begs for for

Cui'er was ordered to go to the woodshed to check on Su Muya's condition. The woodshed was dark and damp, and the air was filled with a musty smell. Su Muya was curled up in a corner, covered with a tattered quilt, her face pale and her expression haggard.

Cui'er walked to Su Muya's side, put the food box on the ground, and said softly, "Second Miss, the old lady asked me to bring you some food." There was a hint of sympathy in her tone.

Su Muya slowly raised her head, glanced at Cui'er, then at the food box on the ground, and said nothing.

Cui'er opened the food box, inside was a bowl of congee, a few steamed buns, and a small dish of side dishes. She pushed the food box in front of Su Muya, "Second Miss, please eat something."

Su Muya remained silent, simply burying her head in the quilt.

Seeing this, Cui'er sighed softly, put away the food box, and then turned and left the woodshed. The door of the woodshed creaked shut, and the room fell into darkness and silence once again.

Cui'er returned to Madam Lin's room, a trace of worry on her brow. She bowed to Madam Lin and said softly, "Madam, Second Miss still refuses to eat. She's just huddled in a corner, not saying a word." Cui'er lowered her head slightly, seemingly reluctant to continue. In the dim light, Madam Lin's face appeared even thinner. Her brows were furrowed, and she sighed deeply, lost in thought. The pattering rain outside the window added to her melancholy.

Su Daya sat restlessly in her room, worried about her daughter's situation in the woodshed. As darkness fell, the flickering candlelight illuminated her anxious face. She got up and went to the window, opening it. A cool breeze carrying the scent of damp earth after the rain blew in, slightly clearing her mind. Su Muya's pale face and helpless eyes kept flashing through her mind. She bit her lip, finally deciding to go to the woodshed to check on her daughter.

Su Daya quietly approached the woodshed door and gently pushed it open. The woodshed was dimly lit, filled with the smell of mildew and dust. Su Muya was curled up in a corner, covered with a thin quilt, shivering. Su Daya's heart clenched. She quickly went to Su Muya's side and tenderly embraced her. "Miya, my child..." Su Daya's voice choked with sobs, tears streaming down her face.

Su Muya felt her mother's embrace, her body trembled slightly, then she hugged Su Daya tightly and burst into tears. "Mother... I'm so scared..." she said intermittently, her voice hoarse and weak.

Su Daya gently patted Su Muya's back and softly comforted her, "Muya, don't be afraid, Mother is here. Tell Mother, what's wrong with you?" Her tone was gentle yet firm, as if she wanted to give Su Muya strength.

Su Muya cried in Su Daya's arms for a long time before gradually calming down. She raised her head, her eyes brimming with tears, and poured out her grievances and fears in broken sentences. "Mother... they all say I poisoned her... I didn't... I really didn't..." Su Muya said, shaking her head repeatedly, tears blurring her vision again.

Seeing her daughter crying so heartbrokenly, Su Daya felt as if her heart was being torn apart. She hugged Su Muya tightly and said with heartache, "Muya, Mother believes you. Tell Mother, what really happened? Who framed you?"

Su Muya hesitated for a moment. She looked at Su Daya, then at her surroundings, and finally bit her lip without saying anything. She returned to Madam Lin's room and reported Su Muya's condition in the woodshed truthfully, with a hint of worry in her eyes: "Madam, the Second Miss looks very unwell. She hasn't eaten anything." She paused and added, "This servant noticed that the Second Miss's face is pale and her lips are chapped. She looks like she's ill."

Upon hearing this, Madam Lin frowned and fell into deep thought. Su Muya's stubbornness and ruthlessness chilled her heart, but after all, she was her own granddaughter, and she couldn't bear to see her suffer. "Sigh..." Madam Lin sighed deeply and rubbed her temples. "Alright, go and tell the kitchen to cook some light porridge and some easily digestible snacks, and send them over later."

Cui'er acknowledged the order and withdrew. Old Madam Lin sat alone in her chair, gazing at the setting sun outside the window, her mind filled with countless thoughts. She... She reached under the covers, groped around, and then pulled out a small cloth-wrapped package, secretly slipping it into Su Daya's hand. "Mother, take this..." Her voice was very soft, almost audible only to Su Daya.

Su Daya took the cloth bag with a puzzled look, feeling as if it contained some hard objects. She didn't open it, but instead clutched it tightly in her hand. She looked at Su Muya, her eyes filled with worry and inquiry. "Miya, what is this?"

Su Muya shook her head, not answering Su Daya's question. She buried her head in Su Daya's arms again and whispered, "Mother, I'm so cold..." Her body trembled slightly, and her face became even paler.

Su Daya hugged Su Muya with heartache and gently comforted her, "Muya, don't be afraid, Mother will take you back now." As she spoke, she helped Su Muya up from the ground.

Su Daya helped Su Muya slowly walk out of the woodshed. Outside the woodshed, the night was deep, and a bright moon hung high in the night sky, its cool moonlight shining on the ground and enveloping everything in a silvery glow.

Su Daya helped Su Muya and Cui'er back to Madam Lin's room and briefly reported the situation in the woodshed: "Go back to your room and settle her down on the bed." She tucked her in, then sat on the edge of the bed, quietly watching Su Muya. Su Muya was already asleep, her breathing even and steady, her face still pale, but her brows seemed to have relaxed a little.

Looking at her sleeping daughter, Su Daya didn't know if what she had done was right or wrong. She only hoped that Su Muya could repent as soon as possible and understand where she had gone wrong.

As night fell, the Lin residence was brightly lit. Su Daya returned to her room, but she couldn't calm down. She lay in bed, tossing and turning, her mind filled with thoughts of the old lady and the second young lady still refusing to eat. She lowered her head slightly, her tone tinged with helplessness.

Upon hearing this, Madam Lin frowned and fell into deep thought. She tapped her fingers lightly on the table, her voice soft and strained, her heart filled with worry and anxiety. She rose and walked to the table, lit an oil lamp, and then opened the small cloth bag Su Muya had given her.

Inside the cloth bag were a small porcelain bottle and a letter. Su Daya picked up the bottle, uncorked it, and smelled it. The smell was filled with images of Su Muya being dragged away by the old women.

Her daughter's cries and desperate eyes pierced her heart like needles. She couldn't imagine what Muya must be feeling, all alone in the woodshed.