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

That's a very straightforward statement.

Only a fool wouldn't understand what that means.

Sang Che was secretly pleased to hear this, but she didn't show it. Instead, she deliberately pursed her lips and looked aggrieved.

"If that's what you're saying, are you treating me as a substitute for that Ah Che?"

Yin Huaixi: "..."

There's quite a bit of drama involved.

Then let's play along.

Anyway, she has plenty of time.

It doesn't matter if we spend some time setting up a stage or putting on a show.

Raising her hand, Yin Huaixi pinched Sang Che's chin with her thumb and gently lifted it, forcing Sang Che's gaze to align with hers.

Yin Huaixi pulled out a few classic lines from a CEO romance novel she had read before and used them on the spot.

"It's good that you know. As for my relationship with A-Che, don't ask too much."

"There's no need to mention it to anyone else."

"I don't like my secrets being pried into by others. If you violate this rule, I will punish you severely."

The thumb used considerable force, leaving a mark on Sang Che's jaw, and she stood there stunned.

She never imagined that Yin Huaixi would say such a thing to her.

It really is... so exhilarating it gives you goosebumps.

She felt it wasn't enough.

...

"It's already this late, why hasn't the Third Miss come out of the house yet? Could it be... that something has happened?"

"What are you worried about? If you go up and disturb her now, the Third Miss will only blame you for meddling. Didn't you see that Sister Qingmei came out just now?"

"I heard that the Third Miss asked Sister Qingmei to go to the Xinglin Medical Clinic to get medicine."

The maidservant exclaimed in surprise, "Oh, but I didn't hear that the Third Miss is sick!"

"Could it be that the Third Miss caught a cold last night and is feeling unwell this morning, which is why she got up so late?"

Another maid sighed, "You guessed wrong. The Third Miss is not sick or unwell."

"The Third Miss also told us to make soup for the sick Chen Wan, and the medicine at Xinglin Restaurant was also at the Third Miss's request."

"I heard that the Third Miss even had Sister Qingmei open her own private account and take money from it specifically to take care of Chen Wan's health."

Yin Huaixi's attitude towards Chen Wan spread rapidly among the servants of the Yin family overnight.

One person tells ten, ten tell a hundred.

The fire of gossip is burning fiercely and is unstoppable.

...

The rattan chair swayed gently.

Jiawan comfortably cuddled a large, fat orange cat, her index finger tracing the cat's fur. In the distance, a servant hurriedly jogged over, presenting a letter with both hands.

"Miss, this is a letter from Ling Shui to our residence, saying it's for you."

"I rushed over as soon as I received the letter, without daring to delay for even a moment. Please take a look, young lady."

Upon hearing the words "Lingshui," Jiawan, who had been drowsy, immediately perked up. She stopped petting her cat, munching on sunflower seeds, and sipping her tea.

He immediately got up from the rattan chair.

Extend your palm.

"Bring the letter over here so I can take a look."

She secretly hoped that it was sent by one of Sang Che's men.

The servant quickly handed the letter over.

Jiawan opened the letter and immediately sensed something was wrong when she saw the handwriting.

Isn't this Yin Huaixi's handwriting?!

Jiawan's first thought was that Sang Che was injured or his arm was too sore to write, so she asked Yin Huaixi to write for him.

But upon closer inspection, she realized something was amiss.

The letter, spanning three long pages, detailed Sang Che's recent activities. Jia Wan read it in one go, as if she were reading a supernatural tale from the imperial city.

Standing at a distance, Zhao Huining looked at Jia Wan and took in all of this.

She glanced at the servant who hurriedly retreated to her side and asked, "Where did that letter come from?"

Seeing that the prince's servant had no intention of hiding anything, he quickly bowed his head and said, "Your Highness, the letter was sent by express courier from Lingshui."

"I dared not delay, so I handed it over to Miss Jiawan. Does Your Highness have any instructions?"

He inwardly cried out in alarm. Did His Highness mean that the item should be inspected before it could be given to Miss Jiawan?

Then wouldn't all she have done be acting on her own initiative, forgetting who the true master of the Princess's mansion is?

Seeing his trembling appearance, Zhao Huining just chuckled and said gently, "Go and get an umbrella. The sun is very strong outside, so you don't let her get a tan. She'll complain again tonight."

Upon hearing that the princess hadn't held the matter against him, the servant immediately beamed with joy: "Your Highness is right, I'll go right away."

Unaware of the person watching her from afar, or rather, Jia Wan simply didn't care about Zhao Huining's ever-present gaze.

She couldn't help but bite her fingertip, frowning in thought.

In her letter, Yin Huaixi asked whether the High Priest knew about Sang Che's disappearance and amnesia, and also pleaded with Jiawan to ask the High Priest to tell her the whole story.

Just as Jiawan was pondering how to reply, a familiar, colorful butterfly landed on her letter, its antennae twitching slightly, the meaning of which couldn't be clearer.

Jiawan: "..."

Jiawan waved the letter in her hand and said with a helpless smile, "Alright, Ache."

"We grew up together, do you think I don't know what you're thinking?"

"You must be acting, right? Do you need me to embellish this and make it burn even brighter?"

Jiawan felt no shame in helping Sangche do bad things; on the contrary, she was proud of it.

She immediately wanted to grab a calligraphy brush and scribble down a bunch of fabricated nonsense for Yin Huaixi to savor.

...

Yin Mansion.

After washing up, Yin Huaixi went to the study to read medical books. This time she was more serious than before, because she wanted to carefully check whether there were any aftereffects after the love curse was lifted.

Otherwise, how could she not soften her heart every time she saw Sang Che's teary-eyed expression?

He was so engrossed in reading that he was oblivious to everything else around him.

Yin Huaixi naturally didn't care about the situation on Sang Che's side.

She kept her study door locked, not wanting Sang Che to sneak in and disturb her peace of mind.

This way, she couldn't even read medical books, and her mind was filled with nothing but Sang Che's affairs.

Yin Huaixi also remained vigilant. If Sang Che had not lost his memory, then she could manipulate the Gu worms.

How could the small, dilapidated door of the study be a match for the renowned Miao holy maiden?

...

Sang Che was bored, being left alone in Yin Huaixi's boudoir. She couldn't help but look around and touch the elegant objects that Yin Huaixi had arranged.

Sang Che thought it would be nice to use it as a nest for Xiao Ya'er.

"Chen Wan, let us do these dirty and tiring jobs. You should rest."

The maids who came to clean Yin Huaixi's room today saw Sang Che reaching out to play with the objects on the table and assumed that she was going to tidy up the room for the Third Miss herself.

Sang Che smiled slightly, feeling misunderstood, and turned around to put down the object in her hand.

He was teasing the group of young maids.

"Since I am a servant in the Third Miss's room, it is only right that I clean this place. There is no need for you ladies to go to such trouble."

Sang Che naturally didn't need to clean herself; she could command intelligent creatures, such as using Xiao Ya'er's tail to roll up a broom, which wasn't a difficult task.

Upon hearing Sang Che's words, the maids immediately became anxious and quickly helped him to the bed.

"Good sister, you are our sister."

"Sister must have had a hard time serving Miss last night. Miss instructed us to make some nourishing soup for you. Please go and drink it."

"Only when you're full will you have the energy to serve the young lady at night, right?"

Hearing these maids say that...

Sang Che smiled, his eyes captivating: "Yes, what you said makes a lot of sense."

"If I don't eat and drink my fill, where will I get the energy to take care of Huaixi at night?"