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That night, Maomao sits by her mortar and pestle, not working, just thinking. She stares at a small jar labeled “Aconite – Lethal Dose.” She whispers: “Medicine is a knife. It can cut out a sickness or slit a throat. The hand holding it matters more than the herb itself.”

Jinshi offers Rouen a choice: execution for attempted poisoning, or banishment from the palace and a lifetime of service in the outer medical clinics under supervision—where his knowledge of aconite can be used properly, under the watch of licensed physicians. Rouen chooses the latter, weeping. That night, Maomao sits by her mortar and

The door slides open. Jinshi stands there, arms crossed, expression unreadable. Behind him, Gaoshun holds a rope and a ledger of his own. Jinshi speaks softly, but each word is a blade: “You used palace property, endangered palace staff, and operated outside the law. But…” He glances at Maomao. “You did it for a reason I cannot entirely dismiss.” The hand holding it matters more than the herb itself

Rouen’s composure cracks. His hands tremble. He admits his wife, a former palace seamstress, died slowly from a bone disease, and no apothecary would help because she was “only a servant.” He wanted to create a cheap, potent painkiller for the poor. Jinshi stands there, arms crossed, expression unreadable

Jinshi arrives with Gaoshun, his expression unreadable but his eyes sharp. He notes Maomao’s early presence. “You smell the rain before it falls,” he says quietly. Maomao counters, “No, the poison before it’s swallowed.” The maid is taken away for questioning. Jinshi reveals that this is the third such incident this month—servants collapsing near abandoned structures, all showing signs of mild poisoning, but none fatal. Someone is testing something.

Maomao doesn’t wait. She goes directly to the herb shed during the midday rest period. There, she finds Rouen calmly separating aconite roots by size. He doesn’t flinch when she enters. Instead, he smiles—a cold, knowing expression. Rouen: “The young lady from the pleasure district who became a poison taster. You understand, don’t you? That sometimes pain is a greater enemy than death itself.” The Moral Duel: Maomao doesn’t reach for a weapon. Instead, she picks up a root and sniffs it. “You’re not a murderer,” she says flatly. “You’re a coward. You want to help the suffering servants who can’t afford real medicine, so you test doses on them in secret. But you don’t have the skill to control the line between relief and murder.”