Margaret Lawton lay trampled underfoot by her impostor sister, who sneered, "Trash like you should crawl back to the countryside!"
When she opened her eyes again, the centuries-old matriarch of a renowned medical dynasty had awakened within her. Twirling a silver needle between her fingers, Margaret smirked, "Tell me, dear sister… which acupuncture point do you think would make you laugh uncontrollably for three whole days?"
After being brought back to the elite circles of the capital, her fake sister flaunted her piano mastery—only for Margaret to effortlessly play a long-lost ancient composition. When the impostor boasted about her prestigious degree, Margaret simply slipped on her white coat as a revered national physician.
Margaret's ears burned crimson as she pushed him away. "Who said I'd marry you?"
Undeterred, he slid a black card into her palm, his voice dripping with temptation. "Then why don’t you marry me instead? My dowry includes a private island in the Pacific—and me, yours to poke with needles whenever you please."
