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

The noise from the music playing in the mansion gave me a headache.

Yin Huaixi was still discussing with Yin Baishuang the arrangements for meeting guests later.

When Yin Huaixi reached for the teacup, she realized that the teapot in front of her had not been replaced.

"Strange, didn't I just order tea to be served?"

The teapot on the table was empty. Yin Huaixi frowned slightly. Although Qingmei was usually carefree, she was still meticulous in her work.

She never had to worry about anything.

Yin Huaixi sensed something was wrong with this late arrival of half an incense stick's time.

Yin Baishuang immediately noticed something was wrong as her younger sister kept glancing around. She got up and went to Yin Huaixi's side.

She gently comforted him, "Huaixi, Qingmei might have been delayed on the road. Perhaps I should call her..."

Just then, Qingmei hurriedly ran in from outside the door, lifting her skirt.

"Miss, Miss!"

"Something terrible has happened, Miss!"

She had a very loud voice, and everyone in the room could hear her.

She stood up abruptly and looked at Yin Baishuang, whose eyes were filled with apology.

"Eldest sister, I'm going out to take a look."

Knowing she couldn't stop her, and that Qingmei must have something to say to Yin Huaixi, Yin Baishuang nodded.

"Go then."

"I'm here to help."

As soon as she stepped out the door, Qingmei's face turned ashen. She leaned close to Yin Huaixi's ear and said anxiously, "Miss, Chen Wan just took the tea from my hand, saying she was going to deliver it to you."

"I didn't think too much about it and handed the tea tray to her. Who knew... who knew I would run into... the young master of the Yan family on the way."

Upon hearing Qingmei utter the words "Young Master Yan," Yin Huaixi knew things were going badly.

In Lingshui City, there are many good-for-nothing playboys who are arrogant and ignorant, but if Yan Shichang, the eldest son of the Yan family, dares to claim the first place, no one dares to claim the second.

He has always been arrogant and domineering.

Last time, he even caused a scandal by whipping someone in the street with a horsewhip, leaving the servant covered in blood.

This time, the eldest sister didn't want to invite her.

But in Lingshui, even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake. Completely breaking ties with the Yan family would only make enemies everywhere.

Therefore, the two families had always maintained a lukewarm relationship, neither falling out nor reaching the point where Yan Shichang could arbitrarily bully the people of the Yin family.

Upon hearing Yan Shichang's name, Yin Huaixi didn't even wait for Qingmei to explain the whole story. She grabbed her long skirt and ran out of the courtyard.

The wind brushed past my ears, ruffling strands of my hair.

Yin Huaixi was afraid that if she was even a fraction of a second too late, Sang Che, who had lost his memory, would be bullied.

She knew that A-Che had always been proud and arrogant.

Ah Che was only willing to admit his mistakes in front of her. If others said a few words of criticism, it was already a great favor that he did not release poisonous insects to harm people's lives.

But now, A-Che has forgotten everything.

She needs her protection.

She couldn't let her suffer under her control.

"Miss, miss, slow down!"

"Be careful not to fall!"

Qingmei followed behind Yin Huaixi, her forehead covered in a thin layer of sweat from her anxiety.

...

Raise your palm high.

Yan Shichang was about to slap him.

The veins on his fingers were bulging, clearly indicating that he had used considerable force.

"Young Master Yan, you mustn't!"

The maid in the lead rushed over from a distance and stood in front of Sang Che.

Yan Shichang was taken aback. He noticed that the maid's clothes were much better than those of ordinary servants, which told him that this maid was someone who could manage things in the mansion.

He rolled up his sleeves, lowered his palm, clenched it into a fist, and sneered, "What? I, the dignified eldest son of the Yan family, must suffer such humiliation? I can't even hit your servants?"

The maidservant asked tremblingly, "Young Master Yan, who is this girl...?"

Before she could finish speaking, Yan Shichang suddenly kicked the maid of the Yin family's consul to the ground. The maid fell heavily to the ground, but fortunately Sang Che reached out to support her, preventing her from hitting the white jade railing behind her.

Yan Shichang revealed a triumphant smile.

"I knew it all along. This ill-mannered little girl is dressed in such fine silks; she must be someone's maid in the household."

"Fair-skinned and handsome, it's just a pity that his temper makes people want to teach him a lesson."

"Otherwise, how would she learn her lesson?"

Things have escalated to this point.

Yan Shichang naturally did not intend to let the matter rest.

He wanted to use the pretext of punishing the girl to make a big fuss, thereby making the people of the Yin family and the girl's master unhappy, which would make him feel good.

The servant was careless and accidentally knocked over the teapot, spilling it on him. He scolded the servant, but what wrong did he do?

"Stone, bring me my riding whip."

"Today, I will give this ignorant girl a good scolding and set the rules for the Yin family."

Shi Tou immediately untied the riding whip from his waist, held it in both hands and handed it over, not daring to delay for a moment, lest he displease Yan Shichang.

Sang Che, however, was not afraid.

She straightened up, hiding the consul's maid who had blocked her way behind her. Her dress fluttered, and Sang Che deliberately rolled up her sleeves, revealing a section of her arm.

"If you want to fight, then fight."

"I'd like to see if you're really as spineless as you appear."

Standing in the lotus pond, Sang Che looked directly at Yan Shichang. Her innate aura made Yan Shichang, who was used to scolding and beating his servants, frown and forget to raise his whip.

At this time, regardless of whose household the servants belonged to, they would kneel down and crawl to his side like dogs, kowtowing.

But this woman alone remained calm and composed, even her smile was disdainful.

Is this woman really a servant in the Yin household?

How could she be even more imposing than the princesses in the imperial city, as if she could summon thousands of troops with a mere wave of her hand?

Seeing Yan Shichang momentarily stunned and slightly backing down, Sang Che was determined not to let this opportunity slip by.

Huai Xi had finally begun to soften his stance towards her, so she took advantage of this prey that had come to her doorstep to make Huai Xi feel more guilty towards her.

As for this guy, Sang Che has plenty of ways to make him wish he were dead.

By then, praying to gods and Buddhas will be useless.

"Is the young master afraid?"

"I, a mere servant, am not afraid. Why are you backing down, young master?"

A few words were sarcastic to Yan Shichang. He turned his head and saw that all the servants of the Yin family had gathered around, pointing and whispering about others.

Yan Shichang glared at him angrily: "You, a mere servant, dare to offend your master like this? Even if you have connections, do you really think I wouldn't dare to do anything to you?"

"I think you're far too naive!"

...

At this moment, the woman watching the play from the steps in the distance also chuckled.

Her maid asked, puzzled, "Young Miss, what's so funny?"

Shen Lingyi gently tapped the maid's forehead with her index finger and said indulgently, "He's just laughing at Yan Shichang for being stupid. Look at what that little girl is wearing, the embroidery on her skirt, every single one of them is a masterpiece, something that even a thousand pieces of gold couldn't find."

"The fact that the Yin family treats her so well means she must be someone the head of the Yin family cherishes, or someone the second and third young ladies hold dear."

The maid suddenly realized.

"I see. Then, Miss, what do you say...?"

The question was interrupted by a cry of surprise. Looking from a distance, one could hear Yan Shichang's whip cracking in the air, and Sang Che being lashed on the arm and side.

Crimson blood immediately slid down Sang Che's arm, each drop of blood resembling a fine agate, a sight that tugged at the heartstrings.

"Yan Shichang!"

"Stop it right now!"

With her cheeks flushed from running, Yin Huaixi arrived to find Sang Che being beaten in a shocking scene.

She reached out and drew the sword from the guard beside her with a clanging sound.

Under the sunlight, the blade reflected a dazzling, cold light.

"Miss, Miss, you mustn't!"

The servants of the Yin family seemed to be trying to stop Yin Huaixi, but none of them actually exerted any real force.

Despite Yin Huaixi's menacing charge with a knife, he remained unmoved.