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

After returning this time, Sang Che did not mention leaving again.

Since she didn't mention it, Yin Huaixi pretended it hadn't happened.

There's no need to delve too deeply into some things; Yin Huaixi just wants Sang Che to be healthy.

"It's likely to snow again tomorrow, A-Che... are you dressed warmly enough?"

With snow-white rabbit fur brushing against her wrist, Yin Huaixi strode toward Sang Che.

With a gentle smile, she suppressed all her unbearable emotions and said in a relaxed tone, "If you're still cold, I'll have someone make you another set of clothes."

Sang Che, nestled on the tatami mat, shook her head. Her face was pale, and her lips were dry and chapped.

It's heartbreaking to see them like that.

He wished he could give her even the stars and the moon in the sky.

Sang Che said, "I'm so sorry to trouble Huai Xi with all this and that for me, but even though the snow outside the window is falling so heavily, I don't feel cold... I just feel very hot."

It goes without saying that the toxin is the culprit.

Yin Huaixi frowned, walked to Sang Che's side, and without saying a word, reached out to grab Sang Che's wrist.

Knowing what Yin Huaixi meant, Sang Che let Yin Huaixi play with her wrist.

Blindness is not a big deal.

It won't delay her leaving here.

However, the "poison" that flared up all over his body at all times made it impossible for Sang Che to move an inch.

Fingers pressed against Sang Che's skin. Unlike before, when Sang Che felt like a warm, smooth piece of jade, this skin was burning hot, as if it were a child with a high fever.

"It's starting again...?"

"Didn't they say a few days ago it wasn't this serious?"

Out of concern for Sang Che's health, Yin Huaixi immediately sat down next to him. She was very close to Sang Che, and her eyes were filled with concern for his frail appearance.

"With my Huaixi by my side, it's not that serious."

"I feel much better."

"My head isn't dizzy, my vision isn't blurry, and my body doesn't feel that bad."

Sang Che leaned against Yin Huaixi's chest, inhaling the faint, refreshing orchid fragrance emanating from Yin Huaixi.

Squinting.

I thoroughly enjoyed it.

They only report good news and not bad news.

Without pushing Sang Che away, Yin Huaixi simply held her close, her hand resting on the edge of Sang Che's open collar. Yin Huaixi instinctively wanted to help Sang Che put her clothes back on.

Her fingertips touched the softness of Sang Che's chest, and she felt warm breath on his neck. Yin Huaixi heard Sang Che murmur, "Huaixi... you don't need to put my clothes on, it's a little hot..."

Hearing her say that, Yin Huaixi felt even more heartbroken.

Outside the window, the snow was as white as goose feathers, and inside the room, the charcoal fire crackled. She looked down at Sang Che.

Yin Huaixi ultimately obeyed and did not pull up Sang Che's collar.

Perhaps this way, A-Che wouldn't feel so bad.

...

Wuming has not left in the past few days.

She imprisoned Lü Panshan in a remote village and interrogated him personally.

They wanted to know where Lü Panshan's potent "Flame Poison" came from.

Lu Panshan was also ruthless. Even though one of his arms was almost dislocated, he gritted his teeth and kept quiet.

He didn't know the extent of Sang Che's illness, but he was certain that the group's eagerness to find out the origin of the poison meant they wanted to find a cure for Sang Che.

Sang Che's unbearable pain was exactly what he wanted.

As for him, as long as he doesn't reveal what poison Sang Che was poisoned with or what medicine he used.

Wouldn't he be safe and sound then?

Anyway, if these people dare to kill him, they'll never know what kind of poison Sang Che was poisoned with.

Of course, Wuming didn't entirely expect Lü Panshan to come up with anything "so-called".

If he said it outright, Wuming would still suspect that he had deliberately set a trap.

With the help of His Highness's spies, Lü Panshan's whereabouts were quickly reported to Wuming by the Miao people in the village.

After making inquiries from various sources, Wuming finally got a clue.

Lu Panshan did not purchase this herb from the Miao people, but rather through a doctor named Hua He, who gave him this extremely potent poison.

After making progress, Wuming quickly picked up his pen and wrote a letter to Yin Huaixi.

...

The letter was delivered by fast horse.

It was quickly delivered to the Yin residence.

The servant who received the letter immediately handed it to Qingmei. He didn't even have time to catch his breath before placing the letter on Qingmei's desk.

He hurriedly poured himself a cup of tea.

"Qingmei... Sister, I rushed here as soon as I received the letter!"

His face turned bright red.

Fortunately, the water in the teapot was only a little hot. He stuck out his tongue and exhaled all the cold air from his lungs, which made him feel a little better.

"Is it a letter for Miss?"

The servant nodded: "Of course it's a letter for the Third Miss, otherwise I wouldn't be in such a hurry."

Qingmei carefully put the letter away. She glanced at the servant, then turned and quickly took out the pastries wrapped in oil paper.

"Thanks a lot."

"This is what Miss gave me the other day. Have some to tide you over."

Hearing Qingmei say this, the servant felt embarrassed, but Qingmei had no time to care about his awkwardness. She copied down the letter and went to find Yin Huaixi.

The snow was falling heavily, and the freshly swept blue brick ground was covered with a thick layer of snow again. Qingmei kept walking and stomped the snow, making a crunching sound.

"Sister Qingmei, where are you going?"

"In such a hurry."

The maidservant with the broom was surprised to see Qingmei's retreating figure.

"I'm looking for Miss. Is she still there?"

Just as Qingmei was about to go in, she was grabbed by the maid. She stumbled a couple of steps and almost fell into the snowdrift. She looked at the maid.

"Sister Qingmei, it's not that I don't want you to go, it's just that Miss went in just a short while ago... If you go in now, won't you disturb the Third Miss's enjoyment?"

He's a cunning old fox after all these years.

Qingmei immediately understood what the little maid was trying to say.

It's obvious that the young lady is not alone right now; even a fool could guess who she's with.

In the past, Qingmei really wouldn't have planned to deliberately hang around in front of the young lady at this time.

She's a head maid in the mansion; if she doesn't even know this much about the market, she should definitely consider switching careers and going back to the village to farm.

She was currently dealing with something important, so Qingmei dared not delay.

Qingmei: "I have something important to tell Miss, please step aside."

Even though the little girl had a strong back, she didn't dare to disobey her older sister Qingmei, so she let go.

Qingmei stamped the snow off her feet and then knocked on the door.

"Miss, there is a letter for you."

This loud voice immediately interrupted Yin Huaixi's plan to approach Sang Che. She glanced away guiltily and hurriedly got up.

"Okay, I'll be right there."

Sang Che wasn't as shy as Yin Huaixi. She smiled as she watched Yin Huaixi's shy back. Only after Yin Huaixi had walked away did Sang Che finally exhale a breath of relief.

The door opened, and a cold wind blew in.

Yin Huaixi took the letter from Qingmei, brushed the snow off the yellowish-brown paper, and waited until she saw the signature. Sang Che, who was standing at the door, tore open the letter.

Wuming told Yin Huaixi everything that Lü Panshan had said and all the information she had found.

Upon seeing the words "Hua He," Yin Huaixi unconsciously tightened her grip on the letter until the yellowish-brown paper began to wrinkle.

It's true... "You can search high and low without finding it, but then it comes to you effortlessly."

She turned her head and held the letter in front of Sang Che.

"Ah Che, we found it."

"Your illness will be cured."

She must have ordered Lü Panshan to be torn to pieces.

Sang Che simply looked up and smiled. The torment of her illness had dampened her spirits, but she still forced herself to cheer up and agree with Yin Huaixi.

"Ah Che, your eyes... will see again."

If all else fails, she still has the love potion.