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Mu Wanwan’s hand holding the needle paused. She forced herself to smile naturally. “A-Li, why do you say that?”

“I don’t know, it’s just a feeling.” He lowered his head. “I can’t quite explain it— I feel like you’re my sister, but you’re not my sister. It’s strange!” Xiao Rongli shook his head lightly, his face filled with guilt.

What he couldn’t understand, Mu Wanwan clearly perceived.

This was the connection between blood relatives.

Although A-Li didn’t know of her existence, the moment he saw her, he felt the bond of shared blood.

But she was ultimately different from their sister. Though their faces were identical and outsiders might not notice, A-Li had grown up relying on their sister alone, so he sensed it most deeply!

“Sister, can you forgive me?” Xiao Rongli’s expression was solemn.

Mu Wanwan smiled gently. “What nonsense are you talking? You’re my dear brother—how could a sister be angry at her brother in this world?”

Moreover, A-Li’s intuition was very accurate.

“Don’t overthink it, A-Li. I’ll give you a few more needles and then we’ll be done.”

Seeing Xiao Rongli nod with a smile, Mu Wanwan no longer hesitated and quickly inserted several silver needles.

The thirteen needles of the Feng family, a technique specially designed to suppress cold poison. Although Mu Wanwan had studied it, this was the first time she truly applied it.

“Sister, this acupuncture technique—you never used it on me before, did you?” Xiao Rongli mumbled drowsily, weakly smiling at Mu Wanwan, then slipped into unconsciousness.

Madam Rong was shocked. “Miss, is the young master going to be alright?”

Mu Wanwan’s expression turned serious; she pursed her lips and didn’t reply.

She wasn’t entirely confident either, but she trusted her sister, believing she would protect her brother through this ordeal.

“Madam Rong, did sister know how to practice medicine before?” She realized she knew very little about this.

She guessed perhaps when she and her sister had swapped identities before, her sister had just learned some basics from their master’s wife.

“When the young master was little, he often fell ill. Out of desperation, the young miss had no choice but to teach herself...” Madam Rong pondered but couldn’t be sure when the young miss had acquired medical skills.

But it was clear that Mu Wanwan’s medical skills were far superior.

Mu Wanwan nodded without further inquiry. “Madam Rong, when I prepare medicine for A-Li later, you must be extremely careful when decocting it. Don’t let anyone with ill intent find out.

Remember to carefully collect the medicine dregs and give them to me afterward for disposal.”

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Yesterday, Mu Wanwan discovered that there were spies skilled in martial arts watching her around the ancestral hall. She decisively feigned illness and forcibly reversed her meridians with silver needles, fooling everyone.

This incident made Mu Wanwan realize that her sister’s death was far from a simple bandit kidnapping; there must be a deeper conspiracy, likely tied to the Marquis of Wu’an.

Dealing with the Marquis of Wu’an was not as easy as handling the Fang family or Xiao Ruyan.

Xiao Jinghai had long immersed himself in the political arena and was capable of all kinds of underhanded tactics.

Mu Wanwan still had A-Li to care for, so she had to be cautious, hesitant to act rashly. Even sending A-Li away was impossible until the poison was completely cured.

During this time, any misstep could lead to her utter destruction.

Fortunately, when she returned to the mansion last night, she brought Mo Bai inside. She had intended to familiarize him with the layout of the Marquis’s household but unexpectedly gained a pleasant surprise.

She hoped the rumors circulating outside could temporarily confuse their enemies, buying her more time to cure A-Li’s poison and lay her plans.

“Miss, rest assured, this old servant knows what to do.” Madam Rong replied respectfully, her eyes flickering as if wanting to say more.

After a pause, she continued, “Miss, are you really unharmed? You vomited so much blood this morning; it didn’t look like you were fine!”

Mu Wanwan frowned and sighed softly. “Madam Rong, don’t worry, I know what I’m doing!” If she hadn’t made it look severe enough, how could she have fooled the imperial physician?

After forcibly reversing her meridians once, she needed years of recuperation. Fortunately, she had taken precautions before the reversal; even so, she would still need several months to fully recover.

“Alas, this old servant is useless. The young miss has suffered so much!” Madam Rong wiped tears from the corner of her eyes and took the medicine pouch out to decoct.

Mu Wanwan watched Madam Rong’s lonely, aging figure depart, her expression complex.

Though an outsider, Madam Rong genuinely cared for the three siblings.

As for the Marquis of Wu’an? He was their biological father, supposed to be their support, yet now he was the one who most wished to destroy them.

She had silently hoped for seventeen years, only to be rewarded with piercing despair.

Sister, you must have despaired many times as well, right?

Mu Wanwan raised her hand to wipe away her tears, forcing herself to crush the longing for that familial bond.

Her sister had died because she dared to hope. She would never make the same mistake.

Taking a deep breath, Mu Wanwan approached the table to craft a disguise mask for Xiao Rongli.

As for other matters, she had already entrusted Mo Bai with instructions last night. If necessary, Brother Gu could be called upon to help.

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At this moment, inside the elegant chambers of Moonlit Pavilion, the finest restaurant in the capital.

A man dressed in a black embroidered robe sat alone in a private room. His features were exquisitely carved as if by a master sculptor; his eyes narrowed slightly, glinting with a chilling brilliance.

His hand paused as he raised a cup of tea; before the rim touched his thin lips, his ears twitched, catching every word of praise for the Fang family that had just been spoken.

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