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

Her lips were thus held in his mouth.

Yin Huaixi subconsciously wanted to push Sang Che away, but the image of her being whipped twice by Yan Shichang today flashed through her mind, the bloody scene still vivid in her mind, and she couldn't bear it.

His fingers gradually loosened; he couldn't bear to push her away so hard.

Leaning disheveled against the pillow, Yin Huaixi's eyes were filled with tears and redness. She whispered to Sang Che, "A-Che, don't be like this."

"You're still injured."

"Don't you...feel any pain?"

Fingers extended.

Yin Huaixi didn't dare to touch Sang Che's injured area, because she was afraid that Sang Che would be in too much pain.

The heartache in her eyes made Sang Che overjoyed; she loved how much Huai Xi valued her.

Reaching out, she unwrapped the white robe covering her body. The layers of embroidery, faintly visible, further accentuated the graceful curves of Sang Che's figure.

She propped herself up with her hands and shook her head.

"What does it matter, Miss?"

"As long as Miss San is happy, I don't care what happens to me."

Sang Che lay down, carefully avoiding pressing down on Yin Huaixi.

She took Yin Huaixi's earlobe into her mouth, and her voice seemed to flow into Yin Huaixi's ears along with the sound of gurgling water.

Faced with this familiar sense of helplessness and compulsion, Yin Huaixi's body reacted almost instinctively.

She recognized this as Sang Che's usual trick.

"Ah Che...you really..."

"Really...do we have to do this?"

Sang Che nuzzled against her.

"Yes, Huaixi, you like this too, don't you?"

"If you don't want to continue, you can stop, and I will... obediently listen to you."

It felt like ants were crawling on her skin. Yin Huaixi knew she should refuse Sang Che's approach at this moment, even as Sang Che reached out his hand.

But she just couldn't bring herself to speak.

The only remaining shred of reason in her heart completely collapsed into ruins. Yin Huaixi was annoyed, blaming herself for drinking too much today.

I can't control myself.

Seeing that Yin Huaixi did not speak, Sang Che sighed. Her messy long hair added to her languid look, unlike when her hair was neatly tied up in the mansion.

At this moment, Sang Che, who was not playing "Chen Wan," was the one who attracted Yin Huaixi the most.

Sang Che: "If Miss is unwilling, then I will get up now and sleep under Miss's bed tonight, guarding Miss."

Before he could even get up.

Sang Che's movement to move away made Yin Huaixi subconsciously reach out and cup Sang Che's cheeks, her heart pounding like a drum.

This time, he didn't say anything.

Yin Huaixi took the initiative to kiss Sang Che's lips. While she greedily took the kiss, she thought to herself, "What if Sang Che asks about it tomorrow morning?"

She said she was drunk and didn't remember anything.

The kiss startled me.

Sang Che had already prepared herself to be turned away, and she never expected that Yin Huaixi would agree to her willful behavior.

After all, everything between them in the past was something she had forced.

Could it be that the love potion hasn't completely subsided, and Huaixi is still under its influence, still harboring feelings for her, which is why he's being so...proactive?

A thought she had never had before began to sprout in Sang Che's mind: she suddenly wanted to try and see if Huai Xi would still be "unable to control his feelings" for her as he was now if there were no love potion between them.

"Ah Che, does your...hand hurt?"

The gauze she had personally wrapped was rubbing against Yin Huaixi's soft waist, and the dim light made it impossible for her to see the extent of Sang Che's injuries.

Sang Che shook his head and kissed Yin Huaixi's cheek again; she longed to taste her sweetness.

"It won't hurt."

"Huaixi, don't worry."

This injury is nothing to Sang Che; the torment she suffered in the palace was a thousand times, a hundred times worse.

Moreover, the blood of Chi You in Sang Che's body can heal her wounds in a very short time.

The wound under the gauze had long since stopped hurting.

However, Sang Che didn't take it off because she thought Yin Huaixi would be more lenient with her because of this wound, which was good.

Yin Huaixi: "But..."

Yin Huaixi wanted to say something more, but Sang Che completely blocked her lips, and she swallowed all the rest of her words.

Unable to "resist," Yin Huaixi could only go along with Sang Che. Her fingers gripped Sang Che's lower back, and she closed her eyes, fully enjoying Sang Che's initiative.

The candle flame flickered and trembled, and the tears that had burned out flowed down the candle and into the lamp.

The night was hazy.

The entire Yin residence was still filled with the sounds of opera singing, completely drowning out the muffled noises coming from the two people's side.

...

They brought out the hot water that Yin Huaixi had used. Before Qingmei had gone far, a lackey came up to help her carry the water.

"Sister Qingmei, does Miss still need our service?"

"I'm on duty here today, so maybe I shouldn't sleep?"

Seeing that the servant was fairly obedient and sensible, Qingmei put her hands on her hips and rubbed them. She glanced at the servant and said mercifully, "I advise you to be sensible and not go over tonight."

"If you disturb the young lady, even the Heavenly King and Bodhisattva can't save you."

She'd made herself perfectly clear; she didn't believe this clever girl wouldn't understand.

The servant slapped his forehead.

He bowed quickly.

"Thank you for the advice, Sister Qingmei. I'll keep a distance tonight and definitely won't disturb Miss San."

Watching the servant's departing figure, Qingmei felt a little melancholy. She felt that she had seen Chen Wan and Miss somewhere before, and also, the way Miss addressed Chen Wan was strange.

It's neither her name nor a nickname, but it sounds like another name, and you can't tell what kind of term of endearment it is.

Could it be that Chen Wan knew the young lady before?

The moment the thought crossed her mind, Qingmei personally shredded it to pieces.

No.

Even if Miss really knew Chen Wan before, and Miss didn't tell her about it, she figured it out herself.

We have to pretend we don't know!

Qingmei thought it over and over and it made more sense. She quickened her pace and disappeared into the night.

...

The next day, early morning.

Yin Huaixi was fast asleep, wrapped in her blankets, when a familiar voice called softly to her from outside the door.

"Miss, Miss!"

"There's an urgent letter from the capital!"

Qingmei held the envelope, looking at the slightly awkward handwriting on it, feeling a little strange.

However, since it was Miss's instruction, as long as it was a letter from the Imperial City, no matter what she was doing, she had to bring the letter.

So Qingmei, who had originally planned to come over at noon, had no choice but to bite the bullet and stand outside the door, knocking on it again and again.

Yin Huaixi, who was usually grumpy when she woke up, didn't even bother to put on her shoes when she heard that there was a letter from the capital. In her drowsy state, she grabbed an outer garment from the bed and wrapped it around herself.

Then he opened the door.

"Miss!"

Qingmei finally saw the door open, and she beamed with joy. However, the next moment, Qingmei realized something was wrong.

Her gaze lingered on the clothes that were not actually belonging to the young lady. Qingmei quickly stepped into the room, grabbed the clothes Chen Wan had worn the day before, and covered Yin Huaixi's shoulders with them.

Then, Qingmei hurriedly closed the door, afraid that others would see her young lady dressed in such a revealing outfit.

Turning her head, Qingmei almost sighed in dismay. She said, "Miss...Miss, why are you wearing Chen Wan's clothes?"

Only after Qingmei said that did Yin Huaixi come to her senses. She patted Qingmei's hand indifferently and said, "That's not important. Give me the letter first."

Upon receiving the envelope, Yin Huaixi immediately recognized the handwriting on it as being written by Ah Shui himself.

She glanced thoughtfully at Sang Che, who was sleeping peacefully on the bed.

The envelope was opened with a fingertip.

She wanted to see if Sang Che had been lying to her all this time.