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

Yin Huaixi hid half of her face.

A wisp of her hair fell down, obscuring her delicate nose.

Even so, it's not hard to see that Yin Huaixi is sleeping peacefully, which makes one's heart soften a little.

She unconsciously wrapped her arms around Sang Che's waist, almost using him as a blanket for warmth.

Yin Qingyue loosened her grip on the warm chess piece, her words teetering on the edge of her lips, unsure whether to speak.

In the end, Yin Qingyue made a decision.

She threw the chess piece back into the pottery jar.

The chess pieces collided, making a crisp, crackling sound.

With her bright, piercing eyes, which had seen countless cases, fixed on Sang Che's eyes, Yin Qingyue said, "Sang Che, Huai Xi has never told me about what happened in the Miao village."

"I know you are a ruthless and unscrupulous person. The rules of the Miao people and the Han people are different."

"But my sister trusts you and is willing to entrust her life and fortune to you. I suppose... you have shown such sincerity that she has fallen in love with you."

"My sister is willful, but she's not stupid or foolish. She always knows what she wants, and my older sister and I don't have many demands on her."

"It was my and my elder sister's responsibility to raise her. Now that she has decided to leave with you, I agree."

He lowered his eyes.

Yin Qingyue took the dagger from her waist and placed it on the table, the dagger taking up space on the chessboard.

Yin Qingyue: "But I also want you to know, Sang Che, I don't care what your identity is, I don't care what your background is."

"As long as you betray my sister."

"Even if it's to the ends of the earth, I will chase you down and kill you."

"I, Yin Qingyue, swear on my life that I will do what I say."

Yin Baishuang had been listening intently, eager to hear what her second sister would say, but after only a couple of sentences, she was startled by Yin Qingyue's constant talk of fighting, killing, and the unpredictability of life and death.

She immediately stood up, walked to her second sister Yin Qingyue's side, reached out and covered Yin Qingyue's lips with her palm, frowned and instructed, "Alright, Qingyue, it's the New Year, don't say such unlucky things."

Huaixi trusted her, so she let her go.

During these days at the mansion, Yin Baishuang has had many people keeping an eye on Sang Che's every move.

Sang Che is a deep and unpredictable person. Yin Baishuang had also heard that Miao women could kill countless people silently by releasing Gu worms.

But she had never seen Sang Che make a move at the manor. Yin Baishuang had heard some of the news from those good-for-nothing young masters in Lingshui.

They were all bitten by poisonous insects.

After being poisoned, one's appearance becomes grotesque, the body ulcerates, and pus oozes out and swells.

The wealthy men weren't fools; they knew their son had offended someone they dared not mess with outside, so they spent a lot of money to bring back a Taoist priest overnight.

He spent his days exorcising demons and ghosts in the mansion.

When Sang Che heard the Taoist priests banging gongs and drums, he would only smile and seem not to care about the matter at all.

They continued to grow flowers and butterflies, treating the Yin residence as a paradise.

But she was the culprit.

Yin Baishuang and Yin Qingyue understood this better than anyone else.

With such deep cunning, they can't possibly defeat Sang Che no matter what he wants to do.

If it weren't for Yin Huaixi's insistence on having her, Yin Baishuang would have long wanted to take her sister and run away to settle down in the capital.

"Patriarch Xie values ​​me highly."

"I will take good care of Huaixi."

Sang Che saw through their thoughts but didn't say anything. She lowered her head, took out a yellowish-brown prescription from her sleeve, and handed it to Yin Baishuang.

With a smile in his eyes, he said, "Master, you have been busy with all the affairs of the household for many years, and sitting at your desk all the time has caused you to develop a lot of health problems."

"I prepared this prescription myself. Just have someone fill it according to the instructions. Take it daily to nourish your body."

"Applying it externally to the painful area will relieve most of the pain. However, the head of the household must remember not to use it frequently, as all medicines have some degree of toxicity. Medicine can relieve pain, but it can also burn the skin."

Yin Baishuang took the prescription from Sang Che with surprise, unfolded it with her fingers, and looked at it carefully.

The medicinal herbs listed here are not cheap, and it is indeed a prescription that only someone who has seen the world could write.

It seems that this person holds a very high status in the Miao village.

In a remote village, the fact that they could afford such high-quality medicinal herbs made Yin Baishuang wonder if Sang Che was the daughter of a priest or the Miao king.

"I also have a prescription here for treating sword wounds and relieving the soreness from years of training. Lord Yin, please take it."

Sang Che's attentiveness clearly shows that she values ​​Yin Huaixi highly.

Even so, Yin Qingyue still found it difficult to let down her guard.

She didn't take the prescription Sang Che handed her directly. Instead, she casually picked up the teacup on the table, gently rubbed the rim with her thumb, and took a sip of tea, finding it neither salty nor bland.

They adopted the posture of interrogating a prisoner.

"Sang Che, you don't need to fawn over me for no reason. I know you're only doing this because of my sister."

"Your prescription is worth a thousand pieces of gold, oh no, if it really works, it would be worth ten thousand pieces of gold."

It's understandable that Sang Che knew Yin Qingyue was unwilling to let her guard down.

The rift between Miao and Han was too deep, and she had indeed done some excessive things, such as imprisoning Yin Qingyue's trusted subordinate.

It could be said that the fact that Yin Qingyue is still willing to sit here and speak to her kindly is already a sign of how much she cherishes her younger sister.

Sang Che: "Your Excellency is right. I have always been unrestrained. In Miao territory, my status is equivalent to that of your Emperor, so I inevitably act willfully and without restraint."

"I won't change, sir."

Please forgive me.

This time, Sang Che, who was speaking to Yin Qingyue and Yin Baishuang, had long since shed the cautiousness that Chen Wan had shown. Even when she was supporting Yin Huaixi with her shoulder, she still had a condescending air about her.

They really act like royalty.

Upon hearing Sang Che's words, Yin Baishuang couldn't help but murmur, "Your Majesty the Emperor..."

If she were merely the daughter of a priest and the Miao king, she could not be considered the "Emperor" of Miao territory.

Yin Baishuang suddenly realized.

Her expression shifted slightly, and her tone became hesitant as she asked, "Could it be that you are... the Holy Maiden of Miao territory?"

Sang Che nodded, then showed her wrist and shook it, the silver bell on it ringing crisply.

A small, bright red snake climbed up, its head twisting gently as if it were afraid of disturbing the two people in front of it.

"Yes."

"I don't know if Huaixi has told you about this, but it's my duty to tell you personally."

Sang Che placed her palm on Xiao Ya'er's head, gently stroking it with her light, delicate fingers.

"After I leave, I will leave some small snakes in the yard to guard it. I hope you two will not drive them away."

"They are very obedient and will guard against those with ill intentions."

Hearing Sang Che's well-organized arrangements, Yin Baishuang gasped.

Just thinking about how countless poisonous insects were lurking in the flowerbeds in the courtyard of the mansion sends chills down one's spine!

Yin Huaixi, who had fallen into a deep sleep, leaned on Sang Che's shoulder and made soft breathing sounds. Sang Che's neck was slightly sore, but he still did not push away the clingy Yin Huaixi.

She whispered a few more words of advice, then smiled and said, "My two sisters, Huaixi is a little sleepy. I'll take her back to her bed to rest, and I'll wake her up when it's light."

Yin Baishuang didn't say anything, just nodded in agreement. Every year when it was time to stay up late on New Year's Eve, Yin Huaixi would fall asleep soundly; she was already used to it.

When she was a child, the doctor said that Huaixi was not in good health and was not suitable for staying up all night.

"Okay, take her home."

"Leave the New Year's Eve vigil to us."

After saying that, Yin Baishuang watched as Sang Che took Yin Huaixi's arm and left with his arm around Yin Huaixi's waist.

Yin Baishuang turned around, glanced at Yin Qingyue, and shook her head helplessly. The two sighed in unison, "Girls grow up and leave home."