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

They were menacing and were about to walk over.

Yin Huaixi's wrist was grabbed, and when she turned her head, she saw Sang Che's extremely handsome face, disguised as a "noble young master".

"Huaixi, there are many people and many eyes around here, so don't expose yourself."

He reached out and put his arm around Yin Huaixi's shoulder, his wide sleeves concealing their actions, but to onlookers, this gesture was quite ambiguous.

A diner chewing on peanuts paused, and the peanuts fell from between his chopsticks onto the table.

He was stunned.

Seeing this, he blushed.

He reached out and grabbed the wine cup, then took two big gulps, ignoring the strong liquor that choked him.

After finishing his drink, the man covered his face with his sleeve and muttered incessantly, "The world is going to the dogs! The world is going to the dogs!"

Yin Huaixi: "..."

Forget it.

If she continues to be so "high-profile," the guards crawling in the shadows of the imperial city will soon discover her and Sang Che's existence.

We have already arrived at the imperial city.

Then we can't just wander around familiar places like Fengming Mountain and Lingshui City; we have to be more careful.

Seeing the hall becoming noisy, the shopkeeper rubbed his hands together and squinted at the front.

He could naturally recognize the noble young man in front of him, wearing a black hat and fine clothes, and the accessories hanging at his waist were priceless.

We dare not be negligent in the slightest.

"Young master, would you two like to dine? I have a menu here, would you like to take a look?"

"I've chosen. I'll have someone deliver it to the young master's room."

"If you don't feel like eating right now, that's fine too. I'll have the servants wait outside your door. If you're just hungry, you can simply call out to them."

Seeing the booklet that the shopkeeper took out of his sleeve, Yin Huaixi took it.

She knew that the menu was specially made for the VIP customers in the private rooms.

Foods like fried peanuts and pickled radishes, which are considered low-class, would naturally only appear in the first-floor cafeteria.

"Huaixi, is there anything you'd like to eat?"

"Just give them the choices."

Sang Che handed the menu to Yin Huaixi, who deliberately acted "domineering," putting her hands behind her back and leisurely going upstairs.

The innkeeper led her to the best private room.

Staring at Sang Che's incredibly convincing portrayal of a noble young master, Yin Huaixi secretly clicked her tongue in admiration.

It still has to be Sang Che…

If she were to play the role, Yin Huaixi would probably burst out laughing for no reason after that one glance she made with the shopkeeper.

Then they all revealed their secrets.

The kind that "flows like a torrent"!

...

The moment I pushed open the door.

Yin Huaixi was overwhelmed by the dazzling array of attractions in the capital.

"This room is our best-selling superior private room. As you can see, you can even see the red maples planted along the street!"

Outside the door, there was a large open space with a branch of a red maple tree stretching out, swaying in the wind, and a small table for playing Go.

Very elegant.

The innkeeper was very satisfied with this superior private room. He quickly gestured and introduced, "It is said that these red maples were planted all over the city by the emperor of the previous dynasty because he missed his deceased empress so much."

"In our capital city, the person who lives with Hongfeng has a promise that he will never regret in his life."

"Now is the time when the red maple leaves are in full bloom, you two are in for a treat."

The more the shopkeeper talked, the more outrageous it became.

Yin Huaixi had a feeling that the shopkeeper already regarded the two of them as "wild lovers" who had come here for an affair.

The concept of a young nobleman's pageboy was largely the same across dynasties.

It's no wonder the shopkeeper smiled knowingly when he saw her outfit.

"There's no need for further explanation. You may leave now. Please take care of my servants, manager."

The shopkeeper nodded and bowed, saying, "Young master, you're too kind. This is simply our duty as businessmen."

After the shopkeeper had completely left, Yin Huaixi walked to the railing. She looked at the elegantly trimmed red maple branch and gazed at the pavilions and towers in the distance, sighing that the wealth and splendor were truly dazzling.

As Yin Huaixi touched the beautiful leaf patterns with her fingertips, she heard the sound of gongs and drums coming from the distant street.

She looked in the direction of the sound and saw a procession of ten miles of red bridal procession and an eight-bearer sedan chair.

"Ah Che, look, someone is overjoyed."

Sang Che walked over and stood next to Yin Huaixi. From a distance, she could see the endless wedding procession.

"Is this how Han Chinese people conduct marriage betrothal and betrothal?"

Sang Che had heard of the saying, "Ten miles of red bridal procession, eight-bearer sedan chair."

Yin Huaixi nodded: "Yes, not many families in Lingshui can afford such a grand affair, and I've seen it very few times myself... I suppose this bride must be from a noble family in the capital."

Sang Che agreed with this statement.

She raised her hand and beckoned a red butterfly. With a flick of her fingertip, the butterfly fluttered away from Sang Che's fingertip.

"It's better for things to be a bit mixed up today, so that no one can find out where we live and the imperial court finds out, which would be bad."

Upon hearing Sang Che mention this, Yin Huaixi thought of the way the group of diners downstairs were looking at her, and she immediately felt displeased.

"Ah Che, next time... I want to wear this young master's outfit, and you can dress up as my page, how about it?"

That way, people won't say that she was being pinned down by Sang Che every night, which would be too embarrassing!

Sang Che readily agreed to Yin Huaixi's suggestion.

She unfolded her folding fan, revealing the calligraphy by a famous artist, and nodded.

"Well, if you want to wear this outfit, just come and take it off."

Yin Huaixi: "..."

Yin Huaixi: "Shameless!"

If Jiawan hadn't been captured, she probably would have been furious to see Sang Che like this!

"I'm too lazy to talk to you about this. I'm hungry. I'm going to call the manager to bring me some food."

So aroused was Yin Huaixi that she didn't even want to watch the commotion on the street. She flicked her long sleeves and went back inside.

Watching her hurried figure, Sang Che smiled, her eyebrows and eyes brimming with laughter. She was like a fox, wagging her tail.

He followed Yin Huaixi closely, step by step.

...

The red butterfly flew through the red maple leaves and landed on the plaque of the wedding procession. It folded its wings and waited until the wedding procession turned a corner before fluttering away.

It followed its master's command and went to a place that shared the same aura as its master.

Soon, the butterfly came to the windowsill. Unlike the desolation of other places, this courtyard was planted with countless flowers and rare treasures.

It's obvious at a glance that the owner is a flower lover.

"Baby, you're here."

"Are you going to bring me some unusual good news?"

Jiawan stood guard by the window and sure enough, she saw the beautiful butterfly. She reached out and stroked the outline of the butterfly, feeling the familiar scent of Sang Che on it.

With a slight tremor of its antennae, just as Jiawan was about to release the red butterfly, a pair of hands wearing jade rings pressed down on Jiawan's shoulders.

"Ah Shui...whose is this?"

With her deep eyes fixed on the red butterfly, Zhao Huining was dressed in a silk dress today, her black hair held back with a pearl hairpin, as she was going to attend a wedding banquet.

Originally, Zhao Huining just wanted to check if Jiawan was still in bed. Out of habit, Zhao Huining remembered how he always tucked her in at Fengming Mountain and let her hug him like a heater.

I couldn't help but want to come and see what Jiawan was doing in the morning.

Unexpectedly, this time I ran into Jiawan and a butterfly... having a great time.

Butterflies...

If the butterflies are attracted by the flowers in the yard, it's not a big deal.

But if it's that person's butterfly...

Zhao Huining wished she could reach out and crush the butterfly, along with its owner, and bury them in the flowers as fertilizer.