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

Green bamboo sways.

Yin Huaixi brewed a pot of tea by the bamboo table. Hearing a noise at the door, she looked up and beckoned Yiyun to come in.

Facing Yin Huaixi again, Yiyun was still a little awkward. She carefully placed the tray on the table.

"This is the dress you'll need for your wedding with the Holy Maiden. Do you want it altered?"

The indigo dress was adorned with silver butterflies; with just one glance, Yin Huaixi could tell that the dress was definitely not something that had been rushed out recently.

Ah Che... really.

When did they start making calculations?

"Okay, I'll give it a try."

"When is A-Che coming back?"

These past few days, Sang Che has been frequently going to the altar, and Yin Huaixi was originally worried and wanted to follow him.

However, Sang Che wouldn't allow it; he insisted that she stay in the village before he felt at ease.

Knowing that the rules in the Miao village were complicated, Yin Huaixi did not insist on going with them. She stayed in the village and was happy to be at ease.

Since he had nothing better to do, Yin Huaixi decided to write out a prescription and offer free pulse diagnosis and treatment to the elderly Miao people in the village.

At first, Yin Huaixi only treated minor illnesses.

Once he became proficient, Yin Huaixi began to study difficult cases, and through this practice, his medical skills improved rapidly.

The medicine she carries is free, and the treatment is not agonizing. Just a few doses of the medicine she prepares will cure the illness.

So much so that the stall, which initially attracted few customers, was now crowded with Miao people.

Their perception of Sang Che, this Han Chinese from elsewhere, gradually began to change.

They no longer reject Yin Huaixi's existence.

They even praised her, saying that she truly deserved to be called a saintess, for she had such good judgment in choosing such a fine young girl to take back to Miao territory to treat their illnesses.

Faced with the Miao people's praise, Yin Huaixi simply shrugged. As long as these people didn't hold curved knives to her neck, she was grateful.

There's nothing to ask for.

...

Seeing that Yin Huaixi had taken the clothes and was about to go inside, Yiyun shook her head, indicating that she did not know where Sang Che had gone.

"It is not convenient for us to inquire about the whereabouts of the Holy Maiden, please understand."

I knew Yiyun would reply with that.

Yin Huaixi unfolded her clothes, listening to the clinking of silver ornaments, and said with a smile, "Yiyun, we've known each other for so long, do you really need to be so polite to me?"

Completely baffled by Yin Huaixi's intentions, Yiyun could only stand there respectfully.

The people the Holy Maiden cares about are those she cannot offend. Yiyun always kept this rule in mind and dared not overstep it.

"I'll change my clothes later, so take a good look at them. If there's anything that doesn't fit, you can take them down and have them altered."

"How is it?"

After hanging up the clothes, Yin Huaixi began to untie the ties of her dress. Her fingers were nimble, and soon the hem of the dress hung down.

fall to the ground.

Whether it was shyness or something else, Yiyun hesitated to answer Yin Huaixi's question.

Yin Huaixi wasn't in a hurry.

She slowly put on Miao clothing, which rustled as she did so.

"Button it up tightly here."

A familiar voice came from behind her ear, and Yin Huaixi froze. She paused, put down the fabric she was holding.

"Ah Che, why did you come back without saying a word again? Don't you know you're scaring people to death?"

The act of dressing paused, but Sang Che took the initiative to guide her hand inch by inch to understand the custom-made wedding dress.

"You're not afraid of me."

"Huai Xi".

Sang Che completely embraced Yin Huaixi's body, burying his nose in Yin Huaixi's neck, inhaling the refreshing scent, and didn't want to move away at all.

Despite the thin fabric separating them, Yin Huaixi was powerless against Sang Che's burning body temperature and could only let her do as she pleased.

"Ah Che, this outfit is for my wedding, so please don't damage it, otherwise I won't be able to marry you."

The moment Sang Che's hand reached in, Yin Huaixi immediately reached out and pressed down on the back of Sang Che's hand, her tone reproachful and rather helpless.

"Huaixi...you look so good in this outfit."

Hearing her words become so sweet, Yin Huaixi reached out and lifted Sang Che's arm. She stared intently at him, a hint of questioning in her eyes: "A-Che, tell me, when exactly did you decide to marry me?"

"This dress wasn't rushed out in the last few days, was it?"

Unexpectedly, she was seen through immediately. Sang Che did not continue to hide it from Yin Huaixi. Her eyes were gentle as she reached out and helped Yin Huaixi put on her clothes completely.

Looking at the well-fitting wedding dress, Sang Che chuckled.

"From the first moment I saw you, I had preparations made."

"Huaixi, I know you're going to say I have ulterior motives again, right?"

But what she said wasn't entirely wrong. Sang Che really did have ill intentions back then, thinking about how to marry the wife bestowed upon her by the gods.

Yin Huaixi: "..."

She was truly impressed by Sang Che!

Yin Huaixi: "This isn't called having ill intentions, A-Che, this is called lust at first sight."

Sang Che didn't deny it; she nodded and went along with it, praising Yin Huaixi.

"Yes, my wife is as beautiful as an angel, making my heart flutter and my soul yearn for her."

As he spoke, Sang Che raised his hand and beckoned a butterfly. The butterfly was multicolored, quite different from the blue butterflies that always surrounded Sang Che.

"Since we are newly married, I will give my wife a gift."

The butterfly fluttered its wings in the air, its movements pausing and slowing, before finally landing obediently on Yin Huaixi's shoulder. Its antennae trembled, and it was unparalleled in its beauty.

Yin Huaixi had never seen Sang Che handle such a butterfly before, so she asked curiously, "What is this, Che?"

"Is this your... Gu worm?"

Sang Che: "Yes, don't you Han people have an old saying that goes, 'A thousand-mile eye and a wind-hearing ear'? It can be used for that purpose."

"However, this little guy is very afraid of water and is picky about food, only liking fresh flower honey and morning dew."

"If you find it too much trouble, I can have Little Tooth feed it every day."

The little tooth, lying in the flowerpot, was startled awake. It immediately jumped out of the lush green pot, daring not to utter a word of complaint to its owner's command.

Yin Huaixi naturally saw Xiao Ya'er's reaction in the distance, and she just found it funny.

Watching the butterfly land on her fingertip, this was the first time Yin Huaixi had ever experienced the feeling of controlling a living being.

"No need, I can keep it myself. It's very useful to keep it."

Mini drone?

In ancient times, this would be considered a cheat code. No wonder Sang Che was born with such a gloomy and ghostly aura; it seems she had all her skill buffs stacked up.

Hearing her accept it, Sang Che was overjoyed.

She began to examine Yin Huaixi's wedding attire closely again. Her smile was so innocent, it felt like a dream.

"Ah Che, you gave me a gift."

"Then I'll give it to you too."

Love and trust should be mutual, and that's how it should be.

Yin Huaixi turned around, rummaged through her package, and took out a delicate little box, which she handed over.

"What...is this?"

Overwhelmed with uncontrollable joy, Sang Che forced herself to remain calm, feeling as if her heart was about to leap out of her chest.

Opening the box, Sang Che revealed two silver rings he had crafted himself, each adorned with intricately woven vines and butterflies.

Yin Huaixi had spent a lot of energy making this by hand during this period.

"This is the gift I used to express my joy to my partner in my original world."

"Ah Che, wearing it on your ring finger is no different from drinking a love potion."

"It is a unique token between us. No matter how far apart we are, we will eventually meet again."

"Because it will guide us."

Holding the ring, Yin Huaixi lowered her eyes and slowly pushed it onto Sang Che's slender ring finger.

Her expression was devout.

It seems they are truly praying that they will have an afterlife.