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

Hearing Yin Huaixi's reproachful voice, Sang Che breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as Huai Xi is still willing to pay attention to her, it means that she has not been abandoned by Huai Xi.

Immersed in the frigid spring, Sang Che did not feel the biting cold; her skin was burning hot all over.

"Huaixi... the burns on my body are not from fire, but from a poison I don't know about... I think it must have come from the Western Regions."

Sang Che had never encountered such a potent toxic herb in the Miao region, and she concluded that this plant could only grow in deserts and Gobi.

Perhaps not the Western Regions, perhaps it's a place even further away.

In any case, Lü Panshan went to great lengths to get rid of her.

He must have spent a fortune to obtain such a potent poison.

I don't know what benefits the medicine maker received, but he brought out such high-quality goods.

If Lü Panshan weren't so annoying, Sang Che would have really wanted to ask him where he got the poison from; the other party must be a master of poison making.

He was quite skilled in poisons.

Upon hearing Sang Che's words, Yin Huaixi frowned. She placed her fingers on Sang Che's collarbone, feeling uneasy looking at his sickly appearance.

"Ah Che, then tell me... what are the effects of this toxin?"

Sang Che nodded, and she hooked her hand around Yin Huaixi's wet clothes.

"Huaixi, you are not poisoned. You don't need to soak in this cold spring for so long. It will harm your body."

"Go up first, and I will tell you everything that follows."

She knew that Sang Che was worried about her health.

Yin Huaixi trembled in the cold pool. She had been so worried about Sang Che that she had completely forgotten how icy the cold spring was.

"Okay, I'm going right now... Achoo..."

Yin Huaixi sneezed and felt embarrassed, especially in front of Sang Che.

She reached out to wipe her nose, but Sang Che laughed.

Yin Huaixi: "..."

Yin Huaixi: "A-Che, what's so funny?"

Sang Che didn't say anything, but simply held her buttocks with his hands and pulled her up.

I find you very cute.

"Can't I even smile?"

Faced with Sang Che's familiar sweet words, Yin Huaixi did not, as she had done in the past, refuse to respond or even prevent Sang Che from saying such things.

Instead, she gently scratched Sang Che's shoulder with her fingers, indicating that Sang Che was being very affectionate.

Once ashore, Yin Huaixi wrapped herself in the blanket the guards had brought her. She then heard the sound of splashing water coming from Sang Che's direction. When she looked down, Sang Che had already swum right in front of her.

Her long black hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her distinct eyebrows were glistening with water droplets, making her even more beautiful than a lotus emerging from the water.

Sang Che's cheeks were still wet, making her look incredibly pure. Her clean and clear face prevented anyone from having any ulterior motives.

Cleanse your soul.

Sang Che's fingers bore the marks of burns from the raging fire, but fortunately, the injuries were not severe, and she was still able to look at Yin Huaixi with a smile.

The fiery toxin surged through her body, but it also suppressed the recurrence of the cold poison, causing Sang Che's vision to... return to a hazy state.

A loss may turn out to be a blessing in disguise.

"Huaixi, I think... I can see again."

When he left, Sang Che did not mention her blindness in the letter. Instead, he downplayed the issue and wrote some words to reassure Yin Huaixi.

But she also knew that their relationship was no longer what it used to be.

How could someone who spends every day with her not be able to guess what she's thinking?

When they met again in Miao territory, Yin Huaixi never asked, and Sang Che never mentioned it either.

She brought it up herself because she discovered that the toxin had achieved a delicate balance of "fighting poison with poison".

Yin Huaixi froze, her hand stilling as she wiped the water droplets from her face with a towel. She couldn't believe that what Sang Che said was true.

Seeing her stunned, Sang Che continued, "This medicine, although it caused me pain and almost cost me my life."

"But it also brought benefits."

"I've never used such a strong drug before, I must have been... arrogant."

After spending a lot of time with Yin Huaixi, Sang Che also began to reflect.

She then realized where she had gone wrong, what was wrong with the treatment plan for her eyes, which had caused her eye disease to persist for so many years.

There's a rule about herbs: there must be an antidote within seven steps.

Sang Che used to firmly believe in this theory, but now she finds herself stuck in place.

For example, this potent medicine from the Western Regions had absolutely no connection to her cold ailment, yet it somehow allowed her long-blind eyes to see the light of day again.

In the past, if Sang Che had seen someone use this kind of poison on her, her first reaction would probably have been that the poison was deadly and that she would die soon if she were infected.

Yin Huaixi: "Ache, was it the Miao King who drugged you, or... someone else?"

Yin Huaixi really wanted to know this.

Wuming was still negotiating with the general. Although the general was sent by the emperor, he did not show it on his face. He was very humble to the emperor all day long and did not act like an old general to manipulate the emperor.

But just because he doesn't do it doesn't mean he doesn't think that way.

The general had long been dissatisfied with the newly enthroned Crown Prince's arrogant attitude and repeated suppression of the aristocratic families supported by the late emperor. He had a distant relative who had been sent by the emperor to the frontier to deal with bandits, and there had been no news of him since.

Wuming wanted to exchange the Miao King for Sang Che's safety; as the saying goes, to catch the thief, first catch the king.

Even if the general hadn't found Sang Che to present to the emperor for such an immoral act, he could still throw the Miao king out to take the blame and appease the emperor's anger.

If the Miao King had intended to drug Sang Che, perhaps when he was escorted back to the capital, Yin Huaixi could have used some "methods" to make the Miao King hand over the rare and potent poison from the Western Regions.

...

Knowing that Yin Huaixi asked this because she was worried about her, Sang Che pretended to be relaxed, suppressing the burning heat surging in her body, and said: "Lü Panshan".

"I originally thought... that he hadn't appeared for so long because he had died in the imperial court's suppression of bandits."

"I never expected that he had already come to the king's side, searching desperately for this poison, just to kill me."

Sang Che spoke so casually, which made Yin Huaixi feel even more sorry for her. Anything that Sang Che would take a liking to was no ordinary thing.

The excruciating pain caused by this poison must be unbearable for ordinary people.

"Ah Che, once you've fully recovered, don't soak in the cold spring anymore."

"Fighting poison with poison like this, where water and fire are incompatible, will cause you extreme pain."

Some pain is unbearable for people. For example, people suffering from toothache may choose to end their lives because they cannot find a solution.

Some even went so far as to practice splits and suffer a qi deviation, ending their own lives with a single palm strike.

Listen to her gentle and caring words.

Sang Che struggled to sit up. This time, she didn't try to be strong and instead obeyed Yin Huaixi's orders.

He climbed out of the pool.

Water droplets trickled down Sang Che's skin, splashing onto the water's surface and creating beautiful ripples.

The black ends of her hair covered the white snow. Yin Huaixi instinctively tried to dodge, but Sang Che's wet palm stopped her and forcefully turned her face back to him.

"Huaixi, I miss you so much."

Even the most madly obsessed person couldn't achieve this.

After saying that, Sang Che kissed Yin Huaixi's soft lips, and she gently nibbled and sucked on them.

His nose brushed against Yin Huaixi's cheek.

Tender feelings and sweet affection.