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

Her thoughts were exposed by her elder sister.

This time, Yin Huaixi did not choose to run away.

She stood there quietly, and finally, she knelt down. But as soon as her knees bent, Yin Baishuang reached out to help her up.

They wouldn't let Yin Huaixi kneel on the cold floor.

"Huaixi, what are you doing?"

"I don't know what happened to you in the Miao village, and neither does your second sister."

"Only you know the details, and only she knows them."

"If you really want to save her, even if I try my best to stop you, it will all be in vain."

"Go if you want."

After their parents passed away, Yin Baishuang, who had taken over the family business at a young age, always kept a strict eye on Yin Huaixi. She was afraid that her younger sister would go astray and that the hooligans and scoundrels on the street would lead her sister astray.

The more she was disciplined, the further Yin Huaixi became from the image of a well-bred young lady she had imagined.

After Yin Huaixi went missing, Yin Baishuang swore to Buddha in front of the shrine more than once that if Buddha could bring her sister back, she would burn incense every day and never blame her sister again.

For business people, integrity is fundamental.

Once words are spoken, there's no reason to take them back.

Looking up, she saw her elder sister dressed in a white dress adorned with plum blossoms, just like her elder sister, a proud plum blossom blooming amidst the snow in Yin Huaixi's heart.

Yin Baishuang: "Alright, didn't I say you can do whatever you want?"

"However, I will arrange everything for you when you go out. Don't take those unlicensed taxis."

"Is that okay?"

...

prison.

The white-haired high priest was bound by iron chains. He had long lost his former divine power, and his face was weathered and filthy.

The indigo prison uniform was stained red with blood, and the clothes that had been whipped were already torn to shreds.

Suddenly, the cry of a falcon reached his ears. The high priest opened his eyes with difficulty and looked toward the only small window.

The wings of a white eagle swept across the sky, and the high priest, ignoring the pain in his body, struggled to his feet, overjoyed.

"The messenger of God..."

"Yes...yes...the Holy Maiden has returned."

The keen falcon circled once and then disappeared from the high priest's sight. It flew down the ridge until it caught up with its master.

He gently raised his arm to let the falcon land. The mountain wind was fierce, and the white cloth tied behind Sang Che's head was blown by the wind.

She gently stroked the falcon's head and immediately pinpointed the high priest's exact location.

"Holy Maiden, the king's men are guarding the mountaintop. Can we...can we really break through?"

The Miao people following behind Sang Che were unwilling to fight their own people. They were more worried that the Miao King had a large army under his command, and they were the guards who believed in the Holy Maiden.

If the rescue of the priests results in their deaths here, what will become of the saintess in the future?

"You bunch of mortals, if you go straight in, it's only a matter of time before you're chopped into mincemeat."

"Of course I'll put the poison in."

Sang Che raised his hand to send Bai Ying away.

After removing the love potion from Yin Huaixi's body, Sang Che completely lost his connection with Yin Huaixi. At first, the empty feeling in his heart made Sang Che feel somewhat uncomfortable.

She clutched her chest, trying to reassure herself that things might get better in a few days.

As Sang Che spent more and more time away from Yin Huaixi, he realized that not only had she not forgotten the emptiness in her heart, but this feeling was snowballing and growing bigger and bigger.

It occupied her mind.

She thought about it day and night.

What made her even more disgusted was the Miao king who was causing trouble for no reason.

The silver bell jingled softly, and Sang Che knew that she had to finish dealing with the matters in Miao territory before she could return to Yin Huaixi's side and bring her no danger.

Upon hearing that the Holy Maiden was going to release the Gu worms, the Miao people fell silent.

Sang Che's gaze continued upwards as the white eagle flew towards the stilted house. Sang Che's fingertips twitched slightly as he silently recited an incantation.

At that time, in the palace of the Miao King.

An exquisite coffin emitted a piercing sound, instantly startling the two Miao men guarding it with their scimitars. They drew their sharp scimitars from their waists, crouched low, and stealthily crept backward.

"Thump, thump, thump..."

The sounds from inside the coffin grew louder and louder!

"It's haunted! It's haunted!"

Even the bravest of the two men couldn't withstand the horrifying scene. They no longer cared about guarding the area and rushed to squeeze out.

Boom!

A loud bang!

Like a withered tree's hand piercing through the coffin, the mummified corpse dressed in Miao king's attire suddenly opened its empty eyes.

"Your Majesty! Something terrible has happened!"

"The late king... the late king has crawled out!"

Terrified, the Miao people ran to the Miao King in one breath.

Upon hearing the soldier's report, the Miao King drew his sword. He had long known that the death of the late king was suspicious and that Sang Che had tampered with it.

I had anticipated that the coffin would eventually be broken open, but I never expected Sang Che to be so impatient.

"Bring me a torch!"

However, this time, faced with the Miao king's angry rebuke, the Miao soldiers stationed beside him dared not move.

That was the late king…

"You bunch of good-for-nothings, I'll tell you to bring torches!"

"What are you all good for?!"

"I'm telling you, disobey my orders, and I won't wait for the Holy Maiden to deal with you; I'll cut your heads off right now!"

Upon hearing the Miao King's repeated urging, Lü Panshan stepped forward first. Ever since the bandit stronghold was destroyed by the imperial government, he had pledged allegiance to the Miao King. Lü Panshan had long been aware of Sang Che's arrogant behavior.

He couldn't wait for Sang Che and the Miao King to fight, so he could see Sang Che in a sorry state and vent his anger.

"Your Majesty, I'll go get the torch right away, please wait a moment!"

Finally receiving a response, the Miao king breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had rediscovered the prestige of being a king.

Before Lü Panshan could leave, a strange sound of footsteps rang out, accompanied by the rustling of silver ornaments.

The hall was completely silent. Then, a dried-up corpse holding a curved sword walked out.

As if he were conscious, he turned his head slightly, his empty eyes fixed on the Miao King behind him.

"uncle…"

He uttered those two words softly.

The Miao King's composure vanished like the wind. He had usurped his uncle's throne and killed his uncle's entire family. This was the thing that had always been the Miao King's greatest fear.

His hands were covered in blood; he had done all sorts of bad things in the world. But when he faced the uncle who had watched him grow up, the nightmares and fears of many years swept over him like a tidal wave.

"No...you are a puppet controlled by Sang Che!"

"I am the king of Miao territory! I rule over all the people of Miao! How could I be afraid of a mere dried-up corpse like you!"

"A dead man who lost consciousness and was turned into a puppet!"

After saying that, the Miao King drew his sword and was about to cut down the dried corpse puppet in front of him.

Unexpectedly, another clear and melodious silver bell rang out, and this time, the Miao soldiers in the main hall seemed to have seen reinforcements.

They all knelt down.

"Greetings, Holy Maiden!"

Without looking at the masses prostrate at her feet, Sang Che slowly walked forward, looked up, and even though her eyes were covered with a white cloth, she still accurately found the Miao King's location.

"Gan Guang, I think you've forgotten how you came to be king?"

"You actually used Gu worms to track me? Did a donkey kick you in the head?"

The Miao King looked at Sang Che, and only then did he realize what fear was.

Sang Che looked worse than usual, but she finally stopped hiding it.

"Didn't I tell you not to touch my people?"

"Since you insist on harming my Huaixi, then you can forget about sitting on the throne and go see your uncle."