After provoking the holy maiden of Miao territory, she was infected with a love curse.

Holding the completely powerless Sang Che in her arms, Yin Huaixi endured the soreness and stumbled to her feet.

She glanced at the bloodstained dagger lying on the ground, but had no time to pay it any attention.

"Huaixi...don't push yourself."

"At worst, you can just push me out... cough cough cough..."

Sang Che looked at Yin Huaixi's worried expression, a smile playing on her lips, feeling quite content.

"If I push you out, Sang Che, you'll die... and I'll die too."

"I won't do something so stupid!"

"Besides, after all this time we've been together, neither of us has been innocent. If I were to betray you, how many people would believe me?"

Only after saying these words did Yin Huaixi realize that she had unknowingly let go of her identity as the third young lady of the Yin family.

With her fingertips sinking into the blood-stained fabric, Yin Huaixi made a decision: even if her second sister found out and took her to the capital.

We also cannot allow Sang Che to return to the palace.

She hadn't forgotten the grudge against Yu Wei.

Walking to the windowsill, Yin Huaixi softly called out to a group of blue butterflies resting with their wings folded, "Do any of you know the way? Lead me away from here... preferably hide me somewhere where no one will notice."

The blue butterfly's antennae trembled, as if it understood Yin Huaixi's command, but remained unmoved.

Completely nestled in Yin Huaixi's arms, Sang Che slightly hooked his finger, commanding the butterfly to obey Yin Huaixi.

She didn't hate that her body was so weak.

On the contrary, Sang Che liked and even craved the way Yin Huaixi was anxious for her.

That's how it should be...

Her love should be like this...

Sensing their master's command, the butterflies immediately fluttered around Yin Huaixi and flew towards the bed where the two had rested together.

Yin Huaixi quickly followed, and she could already hear her second sister's people going upstairs in unison.

The butterfly crawled under the bed. Yin Huaixi bent down and followed it, crawling inside. Following the butterfly's guidance, Yin Huaixi found a crack.

If it weren't for the butterfly's reminder, Yin Huaixi would have had absolutely no chance of touching this crevice.

With a firm press, the crevice slowly opened, revealing a dark and deep opening.

Without any hesitation, Yin Huaixi shoved Sang Che inside.

She packed the two of their belongings and the dagger stained with dried blood before quickly jumping down.

There was also a mechanism below the cave entrance, and butterflies entwined around Yin Huaixi's fingertips, guiding her in the right direction.

As Yin Huaixi touched it again, the moment the opening closed, the door to the private room collapsed with a loud crash.

Yin Qingyue and her men barged in!

Hold your breath.

Yin Huaixi could see the layout of the cubicle clearly through the light filtering through the cracks in the floor.

The gold bars and silver ingots were stacked together in dense array, along with sandalwood boxes.

Yin Huaixi: "..."

It seems I've stumbled upon someone's secret stash of money!

They really know how to hide!

However, this place is so big, it should obviously have more than one exit.

Just as Yin Huaixi was about to feel if there was any wind in the small, enclosed space, Sang Che collapsed weakly in her arms, looking like he was about to die.

So pitiful.

It makes one feel pity for her.

This time, Yin Huaixi did not call Sang Che's name softly. She could only reach out and open Sang Che's inner garment to personally check his body temperature.

Despite the skin being clearly soft and smooth, Yin Huaixi felt as if she were pressing against a ball of snow…

It's so cold.

We must get Sang Che's body warmed up as soon as possible, otherwise, Sang Che will really lose his life.

"Huaixi, why do you keep running away like this... Isn't it you who most wants to leave my side?"

"Now, you have your chance."

Sang Che could feel that Yin Huaixi was sweating profusely from her anxiety, and he felt sorry for her as she moved around in the cramped cubicle.

She could barely lift her eyelids, yet she had the mind to say such self-deprecating things.

If Yin Huaixi had the time, she really wanted to free up one hand and twist Sang Che's ear hard, to let her taste what it meant to "say some things and not say some things".

Her body was covered in dust, and Yin Huaixi's cheeks were filthy. Her hair was disheveled, and she retorted to Sang Che in a low voice.

"I did have a chance to escape from you, A-Che. I left you here, and no one would even know if you died here."

"But I don't want to do that."

Sang Che smiled, his eyes narrowing, pushing his luck.

She coughed lightly twice and pressed on, "Why... Huaixi, are you reluctant to part with me?"

Is it because I can't bear to part with them that I'm saying these things?

Because she couldn't bear to part with him... that's why she kept dragging her frail body, which was nearing its end, in order to escape the government's pursuit.

Yin Huaixi wouldn't give Sang Che a kind look. She turned her head to look at Sang Che and said with a hint of disdain, "If I let you die here, if I let you be caught by the government and tortured to death... wouldn't that be too easy for you?"

"Sang Che, I will repay you a hundredfold, a thousandfold, for what you have done to me."

"How could I let you... die so easily?"

Despite Yin Huaixi's stern words, Sang Che wasn't angry at all. She leaned her cheek against Yin Huaixi's back, her eyes slightly narrowed.

A smile crept onto his lips.

very good…

Huaixi should treat her this way.

I hate it, I love it, and I can't let it go.

He wanted her dead, but he didn't want her to die at someone else's hands, so he had to do it himself.

...

The entire private room was ransacked.

The shopkeeper tried to come in, but was stopped by Yin Qingyue's men. He was so anxious that his face turned red and his neck bulged, but he was helpless.

"Miss Yin, if you do this... how will Hongfu Restaurant do business in the future!"

Ignoring the shopkeeper's calls, Yin Qingyue went to the bed where she had stopped yesterday. She bent down but found nothing.

The room was exceptionally clean.

Yin Qingyue turned her head and saw the messy bloodstains on the floor, but she couldn't find any pattern to them.

"Sir, there's still no trace of them."

"We found nothing."

Her subordinates clasped their hands in a fist salute. Yin Qingyue's face was ashen, and she kept stroking the hilt of her knife as she coldly said, "Continue the investigation."

"Block all the streets around here."

"I refuse to believe... I can't find my sister."

The guards, carrying long swords, received the order in unison. They stepped down the stairs in their long boots and rushed out of Hongfu Restaurant, intending to surround the street.

Turning around, Yin Qingyue saw a ferocious beast embroidered on her dark robe, baring its teeth, and instantly spotted a butterfly perched outside the window.

In the past, Yin Qingyue would not have had any doubts. She might even have had the leisure to admire the elegance of the place, which attracted butterflies to rest there.

Now, Yin Qingyue has become more cunning. She slid her finger down, pulled out the dart from her waist, and threw it outwards fiercely.

The butterfly couldn't dodge in time, and its wings were instantly cut in half, pinning it to the windowsill.

Yin Qingyue walked over.

...

The passageway connects to the woodshed.

Yin Huaixi kicked the two bundles of firewood several times before pulling Sang Che out.

She looked at Sang Che's ashen face, his long black hair now stained gray, and a scratch on his cheek that he had bumped into at some point, making him look like a curled-up little animal.

Yin Huaixi squatted down, feeling weak and exhausted. She quickly used her sleeve to wipe Sang Che's face clean, but her sleeve also got quite dusty.

So, Yin Huaixi's good intentions backfired, making Sang Che's cheeks dirtier and dirtier, turning him into a "cat-faced mess".

I was choked by the dust.

Sang Che coughed twice more, his chest heaving.

She reached out and grabbed Yin Huaixi's wrist, her long eyelashes and affectionate eyes.

"Now is... a golden opportunity."

"Huaixi, won't you leave me?"