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

"My dear Huaixi, I have already instructed them to inform the High Priest of your question."

In the very first line of the letter, Jiawan got straight to the point, without writing any long and rambling ramblings to fool her.

Yin Huaixi couldn't wait to read on.

"The High Priest explained the whole story. A'Che is indeed not in Miao territory now. Her carriage was robbed on her way back, and she must have suffered a minor head injury. It's quite normal that she doesn't recognize you."

"Huaixi, now Ache is all alone outside, and she refuses to go back with the High Priest and the others. You must treat her well and not let Ache suffer any grievances."

"Consider it a favor I'm asking you."

When Jiawan picked up her pen to write, she was covering up Sang Che's lie. She was racking her brains while also making herself laugh.

She didn't know what Sang Che meant, but she still followed his wishes.

Even a child could figure it out.

A-Che certainly hoped that she would agree with her wishes in her heart and say a few nice words.

The key is to prevent her from being exposed and embarrassed in front of Yin Huaixi!

Aside from not being as free and unrestrained as she was at Phoenix Mountain, Jiawan quite liked the Princess's residence.

For example, this group of sheltered young ladies all lifted their skirts and called out behind her, "Sister Shui, Sister Shui!"

"Conjure up another butterfly so we can see it!"

"Good sister! Please conjure up another one!"

As the girls chased after her, Jiawan was panting heavily. She turned around and shouted, "Stop chasing me! This is the last one!"

Although she pretended to be fleeing, she was actually very happy. As she ran, she conjured up more colorful butterflies for the group of young ladies from official families, which swirled endlessly around their flowing dresses.

Every time Zhao Huining saw Jiawan being chased by a group of young ladies and maids, she did not step forward to stop her, letting Jiawan have a great time.

She watched as Jiawan moved freely in the elegant courtyard, her features as beautiful as a painting.

Finally, when Jiawan finally shook off the other ladies and tiptoed up to her.

Zhao Huining then stopped playing the zither, looked up at her, and said indifferently, "Where did this stray cat come from? It's covered in the smell of rouge and powder."

Jiawan, who was being spoken to by Zhao Huining, seemed to be deep in thought. She raised her sleeve and smelled it.

Aside from the scent of Zhao Huining, Jiawan couldn't detect anything else.

She crouched down, held out her sleeve to Zhao Huining, her eyes clear and bright, and said, "It doesn't smell like anything, Aning."

"The younger sisters all smell wonderful."

"Besides, I'm not a stray cat."

It wasn't until Zhao Huining's maidservant was trying her best to suppress her smile that Jiawan finally realized what was happening.

She reached out and pressed her hand against the edge of the table, her face almost touching Zhao Huining's, smiling broadly.

"Oh~"

"I see, Aning, you're jealous that I hang out with those daughters of officials?"

Am I right?

Zhao Huining, who felt completely seen through, didn't say anything; she just stared at Jiawan.

People who are angry should be comforted.

With her hands outstretched, Jiawan decided to take the initiative. She rubbed Zhao Huining's soft cheeks with her palms, making the maid beside her tremble with fear.

Since she began serving the princess, she had never seen anyone so bold as to directly grab the princess's face.

Only a Miao girl who doesn't understand Han Chinese etiquette would dare to do that.

Her cheeks were rubbed until they were bright red.

Zhao Huining then reluctantly slapped Jia Wan's hand away, saying, "It's better for you to make new friends than to sit around all day."

He wanted to say something more.

A servant boy rushed over to deliver the message. He glanced anxiously at Jia Wan, unsure whether he should reveal the secret.

Zhao Huining reluctantly slapped away Jiawan's outstretched hand, without trying to hide it from Jiawan.

Instead, he spoke directly to the servant: "What is it? Just say it."

The servant composed himself before bowing respectfully to Zhao Huining and saying, "Your Highness, His Majesty summons you to the palace."

...

I accepted the letter.

Yin Huaixi's furrowed brows never relaxed.

She clutched the letter tightly in her palm, almost crumpling it into a mess.

Qingmei: "Miss, where did this letter come from? What did it say that's causing you so much distress?"

"If there is anything you need me to do, please don't hesitate to ask. Qingmei will definitely help you solve any problems."

Yin Huaixi shook her head. She glanced at Sang Che, who was still lying on the bed and had not yet woken up. She turned to Qingmei and gave her some instructions.

"Qingmei, you go out first."

"If anything happens, I'll call you in."

If the young lady doesn't want to talk about something, then she shouldn't ask. Qingmei should just shut up.

She tiptoed out, closing the door behind her, intending to prepare a nourishing breakfast for her mistress.

Silence fell over the room once more. Yin Huaixi hid the letter in her sleeve and slowly approached Sang Che, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

Did Ah Che really not remember anything, just like Ah Shui said?

Yin Huaixi did not fully believe Jiawan's statement in the letter; she remained skeptical.

Hearing the familiar footsteps, Sang Che woke up at the appointed time. She opened her eyes, propped herself up with her hands, and didn't care about her condition.

He immediately asked, "Miss...when did you wake up?"

"Should I get up and serve you, Miss?"

Faced with Sang Che's clueless expression, Yin Huaixi didn't know how to question her.

She sat on the edge of the bed and reached out her hand.

With just this one movement, Sang Che understood what Yin Huaixi was going to do, and she subconsciously tried to hide her wrist behind her back.

To everyone's surprise, Yin Huaixi didn't give her the chance at all. She forcefully grabbed Sang Che's wrist and pulled up her barely-worn undershirt.

The gruesome marks of yesterday have long since disappeared, and the peeled skin is no longer so frightening. It is covered with a thick layer of medicinal powder, and it looks like it is recovering well.

With just one glance, Yin Huaixi could tell that the person in front of her was not "Chen Wan", but her A-Che.

At least, the effects of Chi You's divine blood are undeniable.

Faced with Yin Huaixi's concern for her, Sang Che lowered her eyes and simply smiled.

She said tenderly, "It is my honor that you care about my health so much, Miss."

With her fingers tightly gripping the fabric of Sang Che's clothes, Yin Huaixi could no longer avoid Sang Che's sticky gaze.

If Jiawan had told the truth that she did not know Sangche's whereabouts, she might have believed the flowery words Jiawan wrote in the letter.

But Jiawan did not do that.

Yin Huaixi became suspicious.

She stared intently at Sang Che, and the atmosphere between them was quite strange.

Last night, Yin Huaixi's mind was in turmoil, and now it has turned into an unavoidable question.

Sang Che also realized that something was wrong. Her breathing gradually stopped, and she began to hold her breath.

"Why are you looking at me like that, Miss?"

"Is there something on my face?"

"If so, I'll wash my face right now, lest the young lady laugh at me."

Just as she was about to get up, Yin Huaixi stopped Sang Che. She frowned and asked the question that was on her mind.

"Ah Che, did you not actually lose your memory?"

"You remember everything, don't you?"