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

He didn't have much strength to speak.

Yin Huaixi could tell that Sang Che deliberately raised his voice to make her tone less light and airy.

Sang Che is really greedy.

Unable to resist, Yin Huaixi reached out and gently patted Sang Che's head, then immediately retorted, "How can I feel at ease with you like this?"

"Am I supposed to become a widow at such a young age?"

That's really going too far.

But Yin Huaixi did it on purpose. Sang Che went too far first, so there was nothing wrong with her getting her revenge.

Let's see if this guy dares to talk nonsense again next time, he's so outrageous.

Sooner or later, he'll get into trouble for what he said and be chased for eight blocks.

When Sang Che heard that Yin Huaixi did not reject her, but instead continued the conversation, she was surprised.

Her joy was almost impossible to hide. She coughed twice and then replied, "With a wife as beautiful as Huaixi, I will definitely fight against fate and live a few more years."

"I will definitely not leave Huaixi alone."

My body is almost completely exhausted.

He's still here rambling on and on with her, making all sorts of vows of eternal love.

She really didn't want Sang Che to make a promise to her here.

Yin Huaixi had no mind to listen to Sang Che's gentle words; her mind was filled with the fact that Sang Che urgently needed to suppress his cold illness.

She got up and said, "A-Che, you lie down on my couch and rest. I'll go and light the stove for you."

"Also, you need to take a medicinal bath tonight."

Seeing that Yin Huaixi was about to leave, Sang Che refused to let go, clinging tightly to her clothes and digging his fingers into the fabric of her skirt.

"Don't go..."

"I don't want to take a medicinal bath, and I don't want a stove either. Huaixi... just the two of us staying here, will you keep me company?"

"Having you here is more effective than any medicine."

Yin Huaixi really couldn't do anything with Sang Che, so she could only put on a stern face and say seriously to Sang Che, "Sang Che, the thing I hate most in this life is someone who clings to me."

"If you keep doing this, I'll have someone else serve you, and I won't sleep with you tonight."

Hearing Yin Huaixi's "threat".

Sang Che seemed genuinely afraid that Yin Huaixi would leave her alone in the room tonight, so she decisively and obediently stopped, her eyes filled with grievance, and silently lay down.

Without saying a word, he covered himself with the blanket.

Seeing her like this, Yin Huaixi couldn't help but lean closer. She placed her index finger on Sang Che's handsome eyebrows and eyes, rubbing her distinct eyebrows.

He was so engrossed in watching it that he became completely absorbed.

The phrase "beautiful people have short lives" came to mind again.

Yin Huaixi suppressed the emotions rising in her heart. She didn't show the slightest discomfort and said with a smile, "Ache, you need to change your bad habits."

Seeing that she wasn't angry enough to leave immediately, Sang Che asked sullenly, "What...bad habit?"

Sang Che felt there was nothing in her life that she needed to repent for.

Yin Huaixi sighed.

"Don't keep talking about death and life. What if... it really comes true one day?"

You will regret it.

She used to not believe that transmigrating into a book was a real thing, but after she fell into it, Yin Huaixi realized that the book was indeed true.

Despite not believing any of this, Sang Che saw the expression in Yin Huaixi's eyes and nodded blankly.

"Okay, Huaixi, I'll answer you."

"From now on... I won't say those things anymore."

...

Close the door.

Yin Huaixi turned her head and saw Qingmei squatting at the door.

Clearly, Qingmei hadn't expected her young mistress to come out so quickly.

She pulled the earplugs out of her ears and said to Yin Huaixi with a serious expression, "Miss, I put these on when I came out. I promise, I didn't hear a single word."

Knowing that what she said was true, Yin Huaixi didn't hold it against her. She instructed Qingmei, "Go to the storeroom and see if there's any silver charcoal left. Light a stove."

Qingmei looked up at the sky, puzzled.

Although it's getting a bit chilly now that it's autumn, it's not time to light the stove yet.

When did you become so afraid of the cold, Miss?

Qingmei scratched her head, but couldn't help but advise, "Miss, won't you sweat at night if the stove is lit now?"

Yin Huaixi: "They weren't born to me."

Ok.

As servants, they had no idea about their masters' strange and unusual demands.

Just as Qingmei was about to leave, Yin Huaixi grabbed her again and said, "By the way, if the charcoal isn't ready yet, go find the housekeeper later and have him arrange it."

After finishing all this, Yin Huaixi went to prepare the medicinal herbs for Sang Che's medicinal bath.

She was so busy that she barely had time to breathe, and she neglected Yin Baishuang and Yin Qingyue who were following behind her.

"Where is Huaixi going? She's skipping breakfast today, doesn't she feel hungry?"

Having just finished celebrating the birthday, Yin Baishuang and Yin Qingyue went to Yin Huaixi's courtyard. Their primary purpose was to investigate Sang Che's purpose in infiltrating the mansion and what his intentions were.

Making a scene or alerting the enemy is not something they want either.

Yin Qingyue and Yin Baishuang arrived without any guards or maids.

She looked exactly like an older sister who had come to have a heart-to-heart talk with her younger sister.

Along the way, the maids, servants, and other servants in Yin Huaixi's courtyard all bowed their heads and paid their respects to the master of the house and the second young lady.

Yin Qingyue gestured for them to remain silent.

The two watched Yin Huaixi's hurried departure. Yin Qingyue seemed to think of something, and she glanced back at Yin Huaixi's tightly closed boudoir.

She said softly, "Elder sister, there are people in this house. Would you like to go and see?"

The fact that Yin Qingyue specifically brought it up suggests that the beautiful woman who made Huai Xi leave in such a hurry must be staying in this house.

Yin Baishuang had originally intended to speak with this woman when Yin Huaixi was not around, to ask her what kind of wicked tricks she was up to by clinging to her sister's side.

The thought that Huaixi had been away from home for so long and was still inextricably linked to this woman made Yin Baishuang unable to remain calm.

Yin Baishuang and Yin Qingyue were about the same age, so she naturally knew her elder sister's temperament and what she was thinking at the moment.

Yin Qingyue: "Elder sister, be careful when you talk to that woman. If you get angry, she will take advantage of you."

"She has plenty of tricks up her sleeve."

...

My whole body felt as if it were covered in frost, and the noisy sounds outside the door kept pouring into my ears.

Sang Che knew that Yin Huaixi's two older sisters would come looking for her.

She has no intention of hiding or evading.

The sun shone brightly outside the window, and gold leaf spilled across the floor through the crack in the open door as a shoe stepped in.

Yin Baishuang was dressed in luxurious clothes, her pearl hairpins swaying slightly, and her steps were like lotus blossoms.

Having managed the family business for many years and overseen the Yin family's transactions, she possessed a calm and experienced demeanor, yet she did not underestimate Sang Che, who was bedridden.

Originally, Yin Baishuang knew that her third sister treated the girl she had put in the room very well, but when she saw the silk on Sang Che's body and the shoes on the ground, Yin Baishuang couldn't help but reach out and furrow her brow.

She should have known that Huaixi was a spendthrift. She hadn't even made many clothes for herself with such good stuff, and she gave it all to this girl.

Through the thin gauze bed curtains.

Sang Che struggled to sit up.

If it were anyone else, she could have pretended to be asleep and ignored them, but this was her sister, whom Huaixi held in the deepest place in her heart.

Sang Che couldn't ignore it; her face was pale, but she still greeted Yin Baishuang.

"Greetings... Master of the Clan."

Hearing the sickly voice, Yin Baishuang frowned. How come she didn't know the girl was so ill?

No wonder Huaixi was so anxious.

Yin Baishuang: "No need for formalities."

"Chen Wan, I have something to ask you."