In a dry well in the marquis's estate lies a skeleton buried twenty years ago. The bones in the well recognize her face.
All she wants is to work as a wet nurse for a widower, save enough money, and leave with her daughter. But the three young masters of the marquis's estate look at her more strangely by the day. One knocks on her door late at night to change her medicine. Another uses medical records to test her in secret. The third corners her beneath a covered walkway and murmurs, his breath scorching, "You shouldn't have come here."
She thinks it's because her face is too alluring, until she finds several pots of datura watered with arsenic in the abandoned eastern courtyard, then spots a line of small writing in a yellowed medical record: "The headaches aren't an illness. They're poison."
Twenty years ago, the capital's foremost female physician mysteriously disappeared. Twenty years later, her daughter walked into the home of her enemies, bearing the same face and the same medical skills.
What she doesn't know is that everyone in this estate is waiting for her to return. Some want to give her the truth. Some want to destroy the last piece of evidence. And some want to bury that blood debt forever at the bottom of the dry well.
She thought she'd come to make a living. She never expected she'd come to collect a debt.
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