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

Su Daya tossed and turned, the rhythmic "thump-thump" of her sleepless nights seeming to pound on her heart. Standing to the side, she watched her mother's faint, pungent medicinal scent waft towards her. She wondered, what kind of medicine was it?

Su Daya put down the porcelain bottle, picked up the letter, and unfolded it to examine it closely. The handwriting on the letter was delicate and beautiful, indeed Su Muya's. Su Daya read the contents of the letter word by word, her face gradually showing signs of anxiety, from her brows furrowing to her fingers tapping the table repeatedly. She dared not utter a sound to disturb them.

After a long pause, Old Madam Lin finally spoke, her voice tinged with weariness: "Let her be." She waved her hand and fell asleep. She got up and walked to the window, opening it. A cool breeze blew in, making her more alert. Looking at the dark night sky outside, she felt extremely anxious. She had to go see Muya; she couldn't let Muya stay alone in that cold, damp woodshed, her doubt turning to shock, and finally, utter pallor.

In the letter, Su Muya described in detail how she planned the "poisoning" incident, how she framed Hongmei, and how she exploited Su Daya's concern and trust for her. Su Muya wrote in the letter that she did this to signal Cui'er to leave.

Cui'er bowed and left the room, gently closing the door behind her.

Seeing this, Su Daya could no longer suppress her worry. She walked to Madam Lin's side and asked softly, "Mother, Mu..."

Su Daya put on an overcoat and quietly left the room. She walked along the corridor on tiptoe, afraid of disturbing anyone. The night was deep and quiet, the entire Lin mansion shrouded in silence, save for the dim yellow light of the lanterns in the corridor—a light meant to retaliate against Old Madam Lin's favoritism towards her and to seize the Lin family's wealth. She even openly expressed her use and manipulation of Su Daya in her letter, calling Su Daya "the most useful pawn."

After reading the letter, Su Daya's hand slipped the paper to the floor. "She's not eating. How can this go on?" Her voice was choked with emotion, and her eyes were slightly red.

Old Madam Lin looked up at Su Daya's anxious expression, her heart filled with helplessness. She gently patted Su Daya's hand and comforted her, "Daya, I know what lies ahead for her."

Su Daya arrived at the door of the woodshed and gently pushed it; the door was unlocked. She carefully pushed the door open and went inside.

The woodshed was pitch black, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. Su Daya groped her way to the wall, lit a stick on the ground, and it made a soft crackling sound. She felt a chill run through her body, as if she had fallen into an ice cellar. She couldn't believe that her beloved daughter could be so ruthless and cunning. She felt dizzy, as if the whole world was shrinking away. "We're worried about Muya," she paused, then added, "but now all we can do is wait for her to figure things out." She continued, "She's angry right now; she won't listen to anything we say, and it might even backfire. Perhaps letting her be alone for a while will help."

Su Da candle. The dim candlelight illuminated the entire woodshed, and also lit up Su Muya, who was curled up in the corner.

Su Muya was covered with a tattered quilt, her face was pale, her lips were chapped, and her hair was disheveled and draped over her shoulders. She looked haggard and broken.

Su Daya slumped into her chair, her eyes vacant, tears streaming silently down her face. She felt as if she had been struck by lightning, completely stunned. She couldn't understand why her once obedient and sensible daughter had become like this. She felt a deep despair and helplessness, as if she had fallen into a bottomless abyss from which she could never climb out.

She gripped the porcelain bottle tightly in her hand, her knuckles turning white. The room was silent, save for the faint glow of the oil lamp, which illuminated Su Daya's pale and desperate face.

“Muya…” Su Daya murmured to herself, her voice hoarse and weak.

Although Ya was worried, she understood her mother's good intentions. She nodded and said nothing more.

As night fell, the Lin residence was shrouded in silence. Su Daya lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. Her mind was filled with the unbearable image of Su Muya curled up in the corner of the woodshed. She heard the door open, slowly raised her head, and saw Su Daya. A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, but she quickly lowered her head again, burying her face in the quilt.

Seeing Su Muya like this, Su Daya felt a pang of heartache. She quickly went to Su Muya's side, knelt down, and felt a surge of worry and anxiety. She was worried about Su Muya's physical health, but even more so about her mental well-being. She wondered what Su Muya was thinking alone in the woodshed, whether she was afraid, or whether she would regret her actions.

Su Daya couldn't lie still any longer. She quietly got up, put on her coat, and gently lifted the quilt to hug Su Muya.

"Muya, my son..." Su Daya's voice choked with sobs, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

Feeling her mother's warmth, Su Muya finally couldn't hold back her tears. She hugged Su Daya tightly and walked out of the room as if drowning. The Lin residence, shrouded in night, appeared exceptionally quiet, with only the occasional chirping of insects in the distance breaking the stillness of the night.

Su Daya made her way to the door of the woodshed and gently pushed it open. The woodshed was pitch black; not a finger could be seen in front of one's face. Su Daya grasped at a straw like a drowning person desperately. "Mother..." she cried out, her voice hoarse and weak.

Su Daya gently patted Su Muya's back, softly comforting her, "Muya, don't be afraid, Mother is here, Mother will always be with you." She helped Su Muya find a tinderbox and lit an oil lamp on the wall. The dim light illuminated every corner of the woodshed, and also illuminated Su Muya, who was curled up in the corner.

Su Muya was covered with a tattered quilt, her face was pale, and her lips were dry. Ya hugged her even tighter, as if he wanted to meld her into his own body.

Su Daya took out a package from her bosom, opened it, and inside were some steaming hot buns, a few pastries, and a clean set of clothes. These were all specially prepared for Su Muya.

“Cracked, her eyes were tightly closed, as if she were asleep. Su Daya walked to Su Muya’s side, hugged her tenderly, and whispered, “Muya, Muya…” Her voice was soft and trembling, with a barely perceptible sob.

"Muya, come on, have something to eat." Su Daya handed the steamed buns and pastries to Su Muya, her tone gentle and loving.

Su Muya looked at the food in front of her and shook her head. "Mother, I'm not hungry." Her voice was hoarse and her eyes were filled with tears.

"Sweetie, she stirred a little and slowly opened her eyes. When she saw Su Daya, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, but then her eyes dimmed. She buried her head in Su Daya's arms and began to sob softly."