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

Incense was burning indoors, its white smoke rising gently, carrying a delicate fragrance.

The aroma made both of them feel warm inside.

Extend your fingertips.

Sang Che held Yin Huaixi tightly, her fingers squeezing between Yin Huaixi's fingers, her eyes smiling.

"Huaixi, no matter how outrageous the things you tell me, I will believe them."

"I'm certain, absolutely certain, that the person I love is you."

"If it weren't for you, the gods wouldn't have sent you to my side."

"We are a match made in heaven."

Despite the physical pain caused by the conflicting toxins, Sang Che was quite pleased with her eyes, which were gradually revealing the face of her beloved.

She endured inhuman torture of having her blood drawn day and night in a dark, sunless water dungeon, which was tantamount to going blind.

I had already given up hope by then.

"Huaixi, do you know?"

"When the king sent me to the palace, no one believed I would come out alive, nor did anyone believe I would seek revenge."

"But I did all of that."

"I believe you, I know you wouldn't lie to me."

What makes Sang Che so captivating is her utter honesty.

No one can withstand it.

Sang Che had countless tricks up his sleeve, but he never lied to her.

Yin Huaixi lowered her eyes. This time, she did not break free from Sang Che's grip on her hand; instead, she gripped it back.

Body temperatures mingled.

Yin Huaixi revealed all the secrets in detail.

...

The vermilion gate was tightly shut.

Qingmei leaned against the pillar, feeling drowsy.

She yawned two or three times until the maid beside her nudged Qingmei's shoulder, and Qingmei finally woke up.

"Miss...you're out? Is there...anything you need me for?"

Qingmei instinctively decided to serve Yin Huaixi.

"It's me, Sister Qingmei."

"The Third Miss hasn't come out yet at this hour. Should we... prepare her bathing supplies in advance?"

The young maid was very sensible; she lowered her voice unconsciously as she spoke, as if she had some unspeakable secret.

Qingmei: "..."

Now that everyone in the household knows that the young lady and Chen Wan have a special relationship, there's no need to say it so openly!

Does this young lady even care about her reputation?

However, she didn't say anything, only instructing the maid to go down with her to prepare.

New Year's Eve is just around the corner. I hope you take it easy these days, Miss. After the New Year, you'll be visiting relatives and friends. If you're asked why you sleep until noon every day, I really don't know how to answer!

...

Yin Huaixi, nestled in bed, sneezed. Before she could reach out to wipe it, Sang Che pulled out a handkerchief, carrying her delicate fragrance, from somewhere and held it under her nose.

Gently wipe with your hot fingertips.

"Are you tired because you were talking to me for too long?"

Sang Che's voice was very gentle. In the past, on dark nights when they listened to the swaying bamboo branches on Fengming Mountain, Sang Che would speak to her in the same way.

Yin Huaixi sniffed.

She nodded: "I was standing in the snow for too long, and now I feel dizzy and lightheaded... Ah Che, it's all your fault..."

Although it was meant as a reprimand, Yin Huaixi's words carried a hint of coquetry, with a girlish charm that delighted Sang Che.

"Okay, it's all my fault for making Huaixi like this."

"How about I make Huaixi some ginger soup myself later?"

Sang Che used to disdain medicinal diet therapy. In her eyes, the best and fastest prescription was to fight poison with poison.

If someone dies from poisoning, there's no need for treatment.

But now she doesn't think that way anymore.

In a hazy state, Yin Huaixi heard Sang Che say that he was going to make her ginger soup, and she "sat up in shock from her dying dream" and opened her eyes immediately.

"Ah Che... what did you say...?"

"I'll make you some ginger soup," Sang Che repeated softly.

"What, Huaixi, are you afraid to drink the ginger soup I made yourself? Are you afraid I put something in it?"

Yin Huaixi: "..."

She shook her head, her long, black hair brushing against the pillow. Yin Huaixi closed her eyes again, her voice heavy with sleep, and said, "Ache, it's not that I'm afraid you'll put something in the ginger soup... I'm afraid... I'll get food poisoning if I eat it..."

Yin Huaixi didn't think Sang Che, who was used to being waited on hand and foot, would know how to cook.

It's important not to belittle your partner, but... love is precious, but life is more valuable.

She can't gamble with her mouth, her stomach, or her ass.

After hearing the whole story, Sang Che couldn't help but laugh slightly, her eyes softening.

"Poisoning?"

"It's alright. If Huaixi really gets poisoned after eating something I cooked, I will personally cure her."

Sang Che was very self-aware.

She may not be a good cook, but she's adept at detoxification.

Before Yin Huaixi could figure out how to refute Sang Che, the person next to her was already dressed and stood up to tuck her in.

"Ah Che, where are you going?"

Perhaps her cold had worsened, because Yin Huaixi's tone was muffled. After revealing all her secrets, she developed a strange dependence on Sang Che.

This feeling is greater than ever before.

They became the only people in the world who knew each other inside and out, and the only people who had done everything together.

The silver bells on Sang Che's body jingled melodiously, and she answered truthfully, "Go and make ginger soup."

If you are tired, please take a good rest.

"Huaixi, I'll be back soon."

After being coaxed by Sang Che, Yin Huaixi closed her eyes and actually fell asleep.

...

Sang Che went out, but Qingmei was still waiting outside.

She put her hands inside her sleeves to keep warm with the loose clothing.

Yin Huaixi walked quietly, not wanting to disturb her dutiful maid.

Braving the wind and snow, Sang Che asked several maids and servants on duty along the corridor before finally arriving at the kitchen.

"Miss Sang, here's your brown sugar and ginger."

"We've peeled this old ginger; we can just cut it open and boil it."

The young maids in the kitchen felt a pang of sadness upon seeing the Chen Wan of the past.

However, they used to treat Chen Wan like a master, so they don't feel that anything is different now.

"Could you... help me?"

"I don't know much about these things. If it tastes bad, Huaixi will definitely be angry."

Looking at the brown sugar, Sang Che immediately guessed that it was made from the juice of high-quality sugarcane that had been brought back from outside.

Sang Che knew the year and medicinal properties at a glance, but when it came to actually brewing brown sugar ginger tea, she was indeed a little stumped, despite her confident promise to Yin Huaixi when she left.

The maids were initially hesitant, but when Sang Che took out some loose silver, they all waved their hands.

"You were originally someone who served the Third Miss, so it's only natural that we teach you. Charging these extra fees will make the aunties angry."

As they spoke, the maids began to teach Sang Che.

Fortunately, brown sugar ginger tea is not complicated. Sang Che understood it after hearing it only once. She gripped the pottery handle with a thick towel and poured out the boiling ginger tea.

The maids quickly handed over the mahogany lunchbox, and Sang Che carefully placed the porcelain bowl inside.

"That's fine."

"If you're serving this to the young lady, make sure to blow on it to cool it down before feeding it to her."

Hearing the maids' instructions, Sang Che raised an eyebrow and responded softly.

She left the kitchen with only a corner of her dress embroidered with flowers and birds.

"Phew... Do you think that since the Third Miss dotes on Chen Wan so much, will she eventually let Chen Wan manage the shop?"

"I think so. With such a handsome appearance and the ability to please the Third Miss, Chen Wanzhen is bound to rise to prominence not only in our household but also throughout the entire Lingshui region."

"Yes, you're right."

"I just don't know what the head of the family thinks..."

"What else can we think? Wasn't Chen Wan found and brought back by the family head himself?"

Yin Baishuang, who was passing by the kitchen and had intended to go across the yard to retrieve something, thought to herself: "..."

These girls really know how to bring up the most sensitive topics.