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

A gust of cold wind blew by, and Qingmei instinctively wrapped her sleeves around herself as she sneezed.

Come to your senses.

Suddenly, in the biting cold wind, Qingmei caught a faint scent of sweetness.

As she was wondering, she followed the scent to her nose and saw Chen Wan carrying a lunchbox walking towards her down the corridor in the distance.

Qingmei slapped her cheeks with both hands in utter frustration; she had truly sinned!

How could you let being too sleepy delay important matters! No wonder Miss is increasingly fond of having Chen Wan serve her.

She was so negligent!

Deeply reflecting on herself, Qingmei hesitated whether to step forward and take the work from Chen Wan's hands, just as the other party walked over, still smiling.

Sang Che: "Are you awake?"

"If you're too tired, go and rest. I'll explain things to your mistress."

When he was in Miao territory, Sang Che was always so considerate of his servants. The Miao people didn't have as many rules as the Han people; if they wanted something, they wanted it, and if they didn't want it, they didn't want it.

But to the usually sharp-witted Qingmei, these words sounded like a blatant provocation, though Qingmei, who had fallen out of favor, couldn't say anything.

There was nothing they could do; Chen Wan was the young lady's true love, the object of her heart's desire.

As a servant, she had to know how to assess the situation.

Besides... to be honest.

Miss Chen Wanshi is quite serious.

Even in the dead of winter, he was worried that his mistress might catch a chill, so he personally went to the kitchen to bring her ginger tea.

She finally understood why the head of the family had chosen Chen Wan and placed her in the young lady's boudoir!

"You don't need to look at me like that. I didn't poison this ginger tea."

Sang Che was helpless.

She did want to put a sleeping poison in Yin Huaixi's ginger tea and take her back to Miao territory to hide her away.

However, Huaixi might not be willing.

After Yin Huaixi came to find her, Sang Che finally understood what she had read in a Han Chinese book meant by "Do not do to others what you would not have them do to you."

Qingmei: "..."

That's terrible.

Was the expression on her face that obvious?

Or is it that Chen Wan is so perceptive that he's not human?

Qingmei awkwardly hid her hands behind her back, feigning composure as she said, "I...I didn't mean that."

"But I'm warning you now, if the ginger tea you make makes Miss sick, I'll definitely report it to the head of the family!"

Sang Che raised an eyebrow: "Whatever."

After she finished speaking, she pushed the door open and went in, leaving Qingmei standing there bewildered in the wind.

They've become arrogant and spoiled because they're spoiled!

So this is what storytellers often mean by being fearless because of their confidence!

Qingmei was furious. She took one last, reluctant look at her mistress's bedroom before leaving dejectedly.

Well then, as long as Miss is happy and content.

She'll wash your underwear with a cold shoulder!

That's right, Chen Wan and the Third Miss will both be washed together!

...

The commotion outside the door was quite loud.

Yin Huaixi had been woken up long ago. She used her fingers to brush aside a strand of long hair that was tickling her all over her chest.

As she ran her fingers through her hair, Yin Huaixi imagined Sang Che leaning down against her chest, especially the way his upturned nose brushed against her collarbone and skin, making her heart burn.

They're getting more and more decadent...

I had a tiny bit of self-reflection in my heart about my laziness in going to bed later and later.

Yin Huaixi couldn't help but laugh again.

She really hadn't expected Sang Che to be so accepting.

Originally, when these fantastical stories were told, Yin Huaixi was prepared to be met with Sang Che's disbelieving expression.

But she listened attentively.

He nodded in agreement from time to time, saying, "The gods told me that there are people beyond people, and heavens beyond heavens."

"It seems that the bizarre and fantastical world that Huaixi described is right here in our outer heaven."

When Yin Huaixi heard Sang Che use the phrase "the world beyond the sky" to describe the real world outside the book, she was momentarily speechless.

Indeed, from the perspective of Sang Che, a local native, the people and world outside the book are just like the world outside the laws of heaven.

After revealing her secret, Yin Huaixi no longer felt uneasy, but rather relieved.

She thought that at least there was someone in the world, Sang Che, who was willing to believe what she said.

That's enough.

The door creaked open.

Sang Che came to Yin Huaixi's bedside. With her eyes lowered, she deftly took out the ginger tea and placed it on the table.

"Huaixi, have a taste."

"I've never made these before, so the taste is bound to be different. If you have any discomfort, just tell me."

Those beautiful eyes no longer held a blank expression; Yin Huaixi was certain that Sang Che was carefully sketching her face.

Is this considered... an act of revenge after regaining one's sight?

Now that Sang Che has brought over the prepared ginger tea, it would be unreasonable for her not to drink it.

Well, we should encourage people who are cooking for the first time.

Feeling groggy, Yin Huaixi's cheeks were flushed. Her body was limp and weak as she leaned against the bed. Now she was certain that this familiar feeling was a cold.

One good thing about modern society is that cold medicine isn't as bitter as traditional Chinese medicine.

Yin Huaixi is now considered a semi-traditional Chinese medicine practitioner. Herbs smell quite fragrant when you rub them together, but once you put them in a pot to boil, they become extremely bitter.

Sang Che brewed her brown sugar ginger tea, probably because he knew she never liked bitter foods.

That's really... thoughtful.

"Huaixi, is this a difficult situation?"

Seeing that Yin Huaixi was slightly hesitant, Sang Che glanced down at the ginger tea and also began to hesitate. If Huaixi really didn't want to drink the ginger tea she brewed, then she wouldn't drink it.

"It's not that I'm trying to make things difficult for you."

"I've never seen you like this before, so I'm a little surprised."

Yin Huaixi reached out and took the bowl. Just as she was about to take the spoon, Sang Che beat her to it, pressing his fingers on the spoon handle and bringing the red ginger tea to Yin Huaixi's lips.

"Yes, I'm not very good at this kind of thing, and I'm not very skilled at it. I hope Huaixi will understand."

Listen to her say these words as always.

Yin Huaixi immediately took the spoon that Sang Che handed her into her mouth and drank the brown sugar ginger tea in it.

A faint sweetness spread through my heart.

Sang Che slowly fed Yin Huaixi until the porcelain bowl was empty, and then she put the bowl back.

"Huaixi, we've celebrated the Han Chinese New Year together. Are you... willing to return with me to Miao territory and become partners before the gods?"

Sang Che had been pondering these words for a long time.

She knew that Han Chinese had the strictest rules and regulations, and they were particular about this and that, especially when it came to two women living together.

Fortunately, Yin Huaixi's eldest sister did not separate them, which made Sang Che content.

Since the Han people do not allow it, and Sang Che does not want Yin Huaixi to bear the infamy, she can return to Miao territory and to the side of the gods.

May God grant us a wedding feast.

Witness the direction of her heart and the origin of her emotions.

Sang Che: "I'm not saying this to force you, Huai Xi... are you willing?"

"Will you come back with me to see the gods? Will you be my wife?"

"Would you also be willing... to let me become your wife? Your partner?"

The bell, still warm from his body, landed on Yin Huaixi's wrist. Sang Che took her hand, lifted it slightly, and placed a kiss on it.

Her eyes held a mixture of tenderness and cunning.