Yongjia took a light sip of her tea. "This rumor has been around for a while. Didn't Bai Jingran also mistake you for Mu Wanruo back then?
When you played polo during the Dragon Boat Festival, your form and style were identical to Mu Wanruo's.
Even back then, quite a few people were speculating that you were Mu Wanruo.
This time, at my family's crab feast, if you had only recited a few lines of poetry, they might not have been so sure you were Mu Wanruo. But the fine calligraphy you displayed isn't something a village girl could possibly master.
Besides, you and Mu Wanruo look exactly alike. When I first met you, your bearing was indeed different from hers, but now... you're becoming more and more like her."
Wanyun said helplessly, "So now they all think I'm Mu Wanruo?"
Yongjia nodded. "Yes. They're all convinced you are Mu Wanruo, and that your whole Yangzhou identity was fabricated by His Majesty so he could make you Empress."
