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

The cold water completely soaked his buttocks, and the young master stared at Sang Che's creepy face.

His throat bobbed, and the mockery of the ordinary people around him felt like needles pricking him, making it hard for him to breathe.

"Do you...do you know who I am?"

"How dare you be so rude!?"

With his fingertips bracing against the ground, the young master struggled to get up, but his whole body was cramped and paralyzed, making his actions even more comical.

Sang Che replied nonchalantly, "Do I need to know who you are?"

Unable to focus her gaze, the young master was just a blurry figure in Sang Che's eyes. She didn't care whether he was dead or alive, or what his background was.

However, he will have to pay the price for his nonsense.

No one could say anything offensive or vulgar to Huaixi in front of her.

The silver bracelet on Sang Che's wrist was decorated with a butterfly pattern, with three small bells hanging from it, which would ring crisply whenever she moved her hand.

To those familiar with him, this was information that Sang Che was getting closer.

For those who are unfamiliar with the voice, hearing it will only mean certain death.

Seeing that the one who had fallen to the ground was unable to move, the other two young masters, who had been frightened by the red snake, finally realized what was happening and rushed to help him up.

The two men pulled on each other's arms like pigs being carried.

He cursed, "It's just raising a reptile, what's so impressive about that?"

"Exactly, what kind of person would keep a reptile around? Probably some shady character!"

The little tooth, which had been called a "reptile," suddenly burst open with red scales and hissed at the two men, scaring them half to death.

With a sudden loosening of his grip, the young master fell to the ground, landing hard on his backside.

Sang Che: "Reptile?"

"My baby is not a reptile."

"It can kill you."

His buttocks were really sore. The young master rubbed his buttocks while staring at Sang Che. He had noticed something was wrong earlier.

The way this pretty boy looked at people was strange; it wasn't contempt, but more like... he couldn't see anything at all.

A guess came to mind.

The man then blurted out, "You...you're not blind, are you?"

This statement drew all eyes to Sang Che. No one had expected that a woman with such stunning beauty would be blind.

She doesn't look like someone who is "disabled" and unable to take care of themselves at all.

Sang Che remained silent for a moment, which made the young master feel as if he had caught something wrong with him. He finally straightened up.

He patted the dirt off his clothes and said arrogantly, "Fine, a blind cripple whose pet insects offended me, I will let bygones be bygones."

"To prevent outsiders from spreading rumors that I, this young master, do not even spare a single cripple."

"This is an insult to my reputation!"

Upon hearing this, Yin Huaixi could no longer contain herself and threw the scalding hot rice cake in her hand at the young master's face.

She reached out and shielded Sang Che behind her, glaring fiercely at the three carefree young men in front of her.

Rice cakes are sticky to begin with, and when coated with sugar frosting and stuck to your face, it's extremely uncomfortable.

The scalding temperature immediately burned the young master's skin until it turned red.

"Yin Huaixi! How dare you!"

"I'm not finished with you guys!"

Just as he was about to rush forward, the old man who had been selling rice cakes quickly pulled out his cleaver and blocked the three of them.

The old man angrily retorted, "I've been selling New Year's cakes here for twenty or thirty years, and this is the first time I've heard anyone say that the New Year's cakes we eat are cheap and low-quality!"

"You look down on my hard work and dare to insult my guests? Don't blame me for fighting you to the death!"

Don't let the old man's white hair and advanced age fool you; he's incredibly skilled with a kitchen knife.

The three young masters were caught off guard and slashed, causing the crowd to scream and retreat a few steps, fearing they might be accidentally injured.

"Whose young master is this? He's read so many classic books, but they've all gone to waste. Even I, who can't read a single word, know that food is the most important thing for people."

"Old man! Well said!"

"Well said!"

"They deserve a beating! Let them learn a lesson!"

"Exactly! That young girl has an eye problem; her family must have worried sick about her. Who would have thought she'd be scolded like this just for going out on the street? And here I have... two rotten vegetable leaves; I might as well throw them all out!"

The yellowed vegetable leaves were peeled off, and some people even grabbed the muddy vegetable roots and threw them at the three young masters.

In an instant, the young master in his fine clothes became a rat crossing the street, hated by everyone.

...

They were just buying New Year's goods when things escalated into a dispute that ended up in the yamen (government office).

Yin Huaixi, however, had no intention of backing down.

She overheard those three young men swearing profusely.

If A-Che suffered humiliation in front of her, Yin Huaixi would not sit idly by; she was determined to get an explanation.

Even if nothing goes right all day, she has to teach those three young masters a lesson.

She knew that as long as Yin Huaixi was in Lingshui City, they would never be able to bully Sang Che.

"Old man, when the magistrate asks later, just say that this matter has nothing to do with you, that you are just an ordinary rice cake seller."

Yin Huaixi felt a pang of guilt for having implicated the kind old man.

To everyone's surprise, the white-haired old man didn't take the government office seriously at all. He even said with a smile, "Young lady, it's rare that you have this kind of heart, worrying about an old man like me."

"Much better than those greenhorns who haven't even grown their hair yet."

"But don't worry, the magistrate won't dare to do anything to me."

Yin Huaixi: "..."

How could she possibly explain to the old man that the government office wasn't a place she could come and go as she pleased?

After giving Yin Huaixi his instructions, the white-haired old man turned to talk to Sang Che.

"Don't take what those brats said to heart, young lady. My eyesight isn't very good either, but that doesn't stop me from making rice cakes."

Sang Che had already tucked the little tooth back into her sleeve. She smiled and nodded, agreeing with the old man's point of view.

"Sir, you're right."

Although he was speaking to the old man, Sang Che's affectionate peach blossom eyes were actually looking at Yin Huaixi.

She continued, "I won't take the words of unimportant people to heart; I'll only cherish the words of important people."

How could Yin Huaixi not understand what Sang Che, this seemingly reserved but actually passionate man, meant?

She didn't bring it up, and the two just looked at each other like that.

But Yin Huaixi couldn't hold back any longer. She was about to approach Sang Che, the patient, to check if his condition had worsened.

The county magistrate, dressed in a bright red official robe and holding a belt, strode toward the white-haired old man.

The three young men standing in the courtroom grinned and whispered among themselves.

"The magistrate is definitely afraid of my father's reputation. Just wait, Yin Huaixi and that blind boy will be coming to thank us sooner or later!"

He hadn't finished his boastful remark.

As a result, the county magistrate reached out to help the white-haired old man, his thick eyebrows furrowed, and his tone urgent.

"Father, it's windy and snowy, why have you come?"

"Didn't I tell you to wait inside?"

The white-haired old man instantly transformed into a theatrical performer, mastering the essence of Sichuan opera's face-changing technique. He used his coarse linen clothes as a cloth to wipe his tears, choking back sobs as he said, "My son, my life is so bitter!"

"I was just idling around anyway, so I came out to earn some money for my grandson's school fees. I was selling rice cakes on the street, and yet I got harassed by these thugs!"

"My son, you must stand up for me! Your father has such a hard life, being bullied outside!"

The three young masters: "..."

Yin Huaixi: "?!"