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

Yin Huaixi, who originally thought it was nothing, suddenly felt guilty and gripped her teacup tightly after Sang Che said that.

The taste between her lips and teeth became strange, as if Sang Che's breath had flowed into her internal organs.

"I'm so thirsty... I accidentally washed myself just now. If you think I'm dirty, I'll go out and wash you right now."

As Yin Huaixi turned to run away, Sang Che grabbed her wrist precisely as she passed by.

Unsure where Sang Che, this sickly fellow, got such strength, Yin Huaixi's wrist ached, and she couldn't help but bite her thin lips.

He muttered under his breath, "What...is wrong now?"

Sang Che chuckled softly.

"It's alright, it's fine since I've already used it."

"You're not just anyone."

"You are the most special person in my heart."

Taking a step forward, the rich fragrance emanating from Sang Che permeated Yin Huaixi.

The taste was so captivating that it made it impossible to stay rational, and Yin Huaixi desperately wanted to pull herself away from it.

But looking into those eyes...

She can't do it.

With her chest heaving, Yin Huaixi was quite pleased with Sang Che's words, and without realizing it, she relaxed her tense attitude towards him.

Sang Che's grip on her wrist softened, no longer as tight as before.

"Huaixi, didn't you say... you'd check my foot for injuries?"

"Why go wash that cup?"

Her delicate and frail appearance, as if she could be blown over by a gust of wind, is truly endearing.

Yin Huaixi breathed a sigh of relief.

If you really kick someone's foot, it must hurt a lot.

It's normal for Sang Che to want her to examine him.

After calming her anxious heart, Yin Huaixi nodded, and without realizing it, she took Sang Che's hand.

He led Sang Che to the bedside.

Yin Huaixi squatted down and began to take off Sang Che's shoes. She pinched Sang Che's slender ankles with her fingers and looked at his skin, which was as white as porcelain.

Before I knew it, I was thinking of Sang Che soaking in the bathtub, the misty water vapor making him incredibly beautiful.

Stop, stop, stop...

What unrealistic things is she thinking?

Don't let your guard down, you'll be captivated by the female lead's beauty!

I gave myself a warning.

Yin Huaixi banished all the chaotic thoughts from her mind, and with a calm and detached mind, hooked her fingers around Sang Che's stockings and slowly took them off.

With her fingers resting on the edge of the bed, Sang Che keenly sensed every inch of Yin Huaixi's fingertips wandering around, and her throat tightened.

Suddenly, I'm not satisfied with this light, fleeting touch.

Sang Che often heard people around him say that if you like someone, you should just show your affection directly.

If the other party does not agree.

Simply take out the love potion and plant it inside that person's body.

The Miao women raised Gu worms, which was already looked down upon by the people of the Central Plains. They did good deeds, but the people of the Central Plains would not praise them. Using Gu worms was their skill.

Furthermore, are there few unorthodox and heretical practices like Qimen Dunjia in the Central Plains?

Few people actually use those things for good.

But after planting the love potion, Yin Huaixi would become completely submissive to her, like a butterfly she could play with, flying when she wanted and stopping when she wanted.

It's really boring.

Sang Che wanted her to stay willingly so that she wouldn't suffer the backlash from the love potion.

That way... she could see the vibrant Yin Huaixi she is now.

Holding her delicate, jade-like feet.

Yin Huaixi looked at the bruises on it and touched them lightly with her fingers. Sang Che reacted immediately and his body trembled.

She wasn't actually in pain; compared to the icy poison of the cold pool, this bump was nothing.

However… Han Chinese have always liked to make a mountain out of a molehill.

Sang Che then went along with Yin Huaixi's act, pretending to be weak and submissive.

"Ah Che, does it hurt a lot?"

"I'm sorry... I shouldn't have used so much force just now."

Subconscious concern made Yin Huaixi speak faster than she thought, and she gently breathed on Sang Che's wound.

This time, Sang Che wasn't acting.

The humid heat is more stimulating than being immersed in hot water.

Her shivering made Yin Huaixi even more cautious. She got up and walked towards the door.

Before Sang Che could even ask where Yin Huaixi was going, she turned her head and answered as if she knew what question Sang Che would ask in advance.

"Don't worry, I'm just going out to get some medicine, I'll be right back."

"Your injury is a bit serious. If you don't apply medicine, the bruise won't go away."

"It will hurt to walk tomorrow."

When she was at the mansion, Yin Huaixi often encountered maids who would scrape their knees while sweeping. She kept a lot of ointment in her room, and if anyone was injured, Yin Huaixi would let them take it and use it themselves.

This subconscious concern had almost become a habit for Yin Huaixi, so she inevitably used the same tone when facing Sang Che.

Barefoot, without shoes or socks.

Sang Che didn't seem embarrassed at all. Listening to Yin Huaixi's instructions, she suddenly felt like laughing.

As a Miao person who has been dealing with medicinal herbs and poisonous insects since childhood, she probably doesn't need Yin Huaixi, a Han Chinese, to teach her how to treat these superficial injuries.

Surprisingly, the feeling of being reminded by Yin Huaixi was quite pleasant, so Sang Che didn't say anything more.

She had a high-quality ointment in her bosom that could remove blood stasis; a light application was all it took for it to be remarkably effective.

But... Sang Che unexpectedly wanted to see Yin Huaixi get her medicine.

Is this what the Han people often mean by "homegrown flowers are not as fragrant as wildflowers"?

Then she understood.

If that's the case, then the fine ointment in her bosom has no one she loves to apply it to, which truly reflects the Han Chinese saying, "Homegrown flowers are never as fragrant as wild ones."

...

The maid living in the next room was sharing snacks she had bought on the street.

The two unfolded the oil paper package and checked the accounts.

They also bought some things that couldn't be bought in the village.

As a maid who had come into contact with Han Chinese objects and was familiar with the Chinese language, she was not so averse to Han Chinese things.

Just as the saint said, those who can contend for the Central Plains are certainly not ordinary people.

"Knock knock knock".

Yin Huaixi knocked on the door and called out to the inside.

"Excuse me, ladies, could you please open the door?"

Yin Huaixi was the "pillow talker" who stayed by the Holy Maiden's side. Even if they had reservations or were wary of Yin Huaixi's background, they could not go against the Holy Maiden's wishes.

The two quickly got up and went to the door.

It didn't take long.

The door creaked open.

Yin Huaixi came in with her hair curled up. She got straight to the point: "Sisters, did you bring any medicine to treat bruises this time?"

The two looked completely bewildered, having no idea what had happened.

One of them was the first to react. She looked at Yin Huaixi and asked directly, "What do you need medicine for bruises for?"

They had been in the room the whole time and hadn't heard anything unusual coming from the saintess's room.

Besides, with so many Gu worms guiding her, the Holy Maiden wouldn't lose her way even in the deepest mountains and forests.

Not to mention being tripped up by this simple, empty room!

Isn't this utter nonsense?!

Yin Huaixi explained helplessly, "Of course, it means exactly what it says."

"It's for removing bruises."

"Hurry up, if you delay the Holy Maiden, not only will I suffer, but you two sisters will also suffer."

After speaking anxiously, Yin Huaixi spread out her palms and raised her eyebrows at Sang Che and the two maids.

The maid turned around to get the ointment, and was about to hand it to Yin Huaixi when they seemed to realize something and suddenly understood.

Therefore, the action of applying the ointment became extremely gentle.

The maid gave Yin Huaixi a meaningful smile and whispered a warning: "Yin Huaixi, our Holy Maiden is delicate and frail, so don't do anything reckless."

Yin Huaixi: "???"

Stop! What are they imagining?!

They shoved the ointment into Yin Huaixi's hand and then pushed her out the door.

"Go quickly."

"If the Holy Maiden suffers for too long, the High Priest will hold you responsible!"