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

A sharp gaze, like that of a viper eyeing its prey, shot over.

Hua He took a deep breath. Even though she was extremely calm and had seen many storms, she remained composed.

The feeling of being stared at by Sang Che still made her feel like she had a fishbone stuck in her throat and a thorn in her back.

Without even thinking, Hua He knew what Sang Che was thinking. She wasn't just ordinary persistent, nor was she stubborn.

On the contrary, Sang Che is someone who knows exactly what she wants, and she will do anything to get it.

Anyone who stands in Sang Che's way of "getting" will be used by Sang Che as fertilizer for growing flowers.

Or perhaps it's food for the Gu worms.

Sang Che is called a saint because she possesses a divine indifference and holiness.

To avoid Sang Che continuing to stare at the two of them, he had already mentally rehearsed the entire plot of "a dark and windy night, the perfect time for murder and arson."

Hua He, sensing the opportune moment, decisively spoke up: "A-Che, long time no see."

"I have been taking good care of the medicinal herbs you left behind on Fengming Mountain."

"The harvest is almost here. Why don't you call someone over? These are all valuable goods; I can't just keep them for myself."

Hua He was the first to point out that her stationing at Fengming Mountain was not just for fishing and drying nets all day long, doing nothing.

She is diligently cultivating medicinal herbs and researching medicinal formulas, intending to benefit the people of the Miao village.

Faced with Hua He's tactful pleas for forgiveness, Sang Che gave a soft hum, her lips curving upwards, her eyes filled with affection. A touch of girlish charm made it impossible to tell she was truly angry.

Or perhaps they're secretly plotting something.

"Doctor Hua is quite the connoisseur. He stays alone in that desolate mountain wilderness. I'm sure he's not doing anything shameful behind my back, the holy maiden of Miao territory."

A single sentence hits the nail on the head.

Sang Che was making it clear that he wouldn't listen to her and wouldn't try to bribe her.

This is a blatant attempt to settle scores.

Before Hua He could react, Sang Che took a step forward like a female ghost, forcefully pushing Hua He away from Yin Huaixi.

The sole of my shoe slipped.

Hua He was lucky she didn't fall flat on her face.

She stumbled in the snow, but fortunately, the nameless man, who was also single, was quick and nimble and helped her up.

Sang Che looked exactly like the female ghost described in the storybooks. Her long, jet-black hair was slightly wet from the snow, making her look like a wet, drenched puppy that had been abandoned by its owner.

This kind of dog is not only loyal, but also very clever. Once it gets attached to its owner, it will bite the owner's trouser leg and stick to them, refusing to let go.

Hua He thought to herself that if she were to find a companion in the future, she would definitely not choose someone like Sang Che who was possessive of food and clingy.

She straightened up, turned to the nameless man, and thanked him softly, then gently moved on from the matter, not wanting to talk about it anymore.

"Need not."

"If Doctor Hua is truly grateful to me, then he should explain the situation of that strange poison from the Western Regions to Miss Yin in detail, without leaving out any part of the story."

Come on.

There's another one that's even more of a scam.

They're all so annoying.

Hua He sighed inwardly; she had come to a trap, the kind where she couldn't leave even if she wanted to.

When the topic of Sang Che's poison came up, Yin Huaixi couldn't wait to have a long talk with Hua He all night to find out the truth.

Of course, the reason for this urgent need to keep myself occupied was to avoid thinking that the person Sang Che truly loved was the original owner of this body.

All the feelings between them are based on what would happen in the original work, and that's why they intersect.

From a young age, he became "Yin Huaixi," a character in the book who was neither a minor character nor a major villain.

For more than twenty years, Yin Huaixi has not had any sense of identity. She does get along well with her eldest and second eldest sisters and treats them as family from the bottom of her heart.

But a voice still echoed in her heart.

It has haunted her like a nightmare for the past two decades.

She does not belong to this world, nor does her soul.

Like some time-travel novels, not long after, the nine stars will suddenly align, the outhouse will explode, and she will be caught off guard and returned to the eve of her death from food poisoning in the school cafeteria.

To suppress this terrifying speculation, Yin Huaixi never told anyone her true identity. She was not the real "Yin Huaixi" but was the "Yin Huaixi" of this world.

...

Sang Che, who was lagging behind Yin Huaixi and Hua He, was very annoyed. She kept her eyes on Hua He, watching the two of them chatting and laughing.

She couldn't help but frown slightly as she recalled the days at Fengming Mountain. Had Huaixi already become so close to Huahe back then without her even realizing it?

She was on guard day and night.

They forgot that there was a half-Han woman by Huaixi's side who was difficult to guard against.

Hua He, who was being relentlessly questioned by Yin Huaixi, was in a difficult position. How could she not know what Sang Che looked like when he lost all sense of love?

To her, standing next to Yin Huaixi, who was full of uncertainty, was like a "big bad wolf" trying to steal her wife away.

Yin Huaixi, standing beside him, was completely unaware of what was happening. Or perhaps she knew, but didn't want to stop asking questions. She kept asking Hua He about the rare poison from the Western Regions, hoping that Sang Che would recover quickly.

Sang Che's good health is better than anything Yin Huaixi currently possesses.

Wuming also slowed down, and she walked side by side with Sang Che.

Unlike Sang Che, whose mind was in a mess, Wuming sensed something was wrong. She originally wanted to find a good opportunity to leave secretly.

But as soon as she lifted her foot, Sang Che leaned close to her and whispered, "When you came back from Fengming Mountain, did she seem unusual?"

"You need to explain this to me clearly."

"Otherwise, I won't let you off just because of your relationship with Huaixi."

"You've always known what kind of person I am."

"Am I right about that?"

nameless:"……"

That's true. The renowned Holy Maiden of Miao territory is, in their records, a figure comparable to Yama, the King of Hell.

It seems that Sang Che has a fairly comprehensive understanding of himself.

However, it was her duty to come and help Yin Huaixi and rescue Sang Che, and Wuming had no intention of hiding anything. She took the initiative to approach Sang Che and smiled.

"Your Highness is joking. If Your Highness does not intend for me to conceal anything from Your Highness, then I will tell you the truth. If Your Highness does not allow me to tell Your Highness, then I will not say a word."

The nameless one was indeed extremely loyal.

Hearing her constantly referring to "Your Highness," Sang Che sighed, realizing he hadn't really paid much attention to how Jia Wan was doing these past few days.

However, given her wild and unruly personality, she would certainly be very carefree in the capital, though she would still be somewhat restrained in the Princess's residence.

"Then tell me, I want to see what she's up to."

If anyone tries to steal her away, Sang Che wouldn't hesitate to completely break ties with Hua He; she's the one who has her eye on her, the woman she loves.

Why should we give it to someone else?

Even at such close range, she wouldn't allow it.

Sang Che, who had been thinking about the Miao people for the past few days, finally let her long-suppressed feelings burst forth from her heart, her eyes deep and intense.

Hua He…

This guy has been hiding things from her more than once or twice; he has as many secrets as the winding mountain road.

Both of them are equally impressive.

Could it be... that Hua He really wants to steal Huai Xi from her?

The naturally suspicious Sang Che reached into his sleeve and impatiently pinched a handful of Xiao Ya'er's scales to cover up his apparent loss of composure.

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