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

Send all the local specialties out.

When Yin Huaixi returned, she and Han Ke took a stroll around the city.

Han Ke, feeling thirsty on the way, went to a milk tea shop. While waiting in line, she asked Yin Huaixi, "Huaixi, do you want to bring a cup of milk tea back for your partner too?"

"The snacks here are quite local and taste pretty good."

Thinking of Sang Che being left all alone in the guesthouse, Yin Huaixi took out her phone and opened the payment code.

Yin Huaixi: "I'll pay, Coco. I'll treat you to milk tea. Is there anything else you'd like to buy?"

Since Yin Huaixi has said so.

It would be impolite to refuse again.

Han Ke simply ordered all the foods she liked, and the two of them, carrying large and small bags, took a taxi back.

...

"Hey boss, fish for dinner tonight?"

The guests at the guesthouse had just returned from exploring the Miao village and were taking a break when they saw the owner holding a cleaver, happily cleaning up a fish.

The owner grinned, showing off his big teeth, and said to the tourists, "Of course, the fish here are all caught directly from the stream."

"Honest and fair dealings with both young and old."

"It's not comparable to those diseased fish sold in the city."

"I guarantee you'll be satisfied with the price and eat healthily."

A tourist exclaimed, "Boss, you're so honest! Unlike some places that sell ridiculously expensive, pre-made dishes—it's such a waste of money! This fish is so lively and fresh; it looks delicious..."

The group was chatting away, unaware that a crowd of Miao people had already gathered outside the gate.

"Chen Tai".

An elderly man with white hair, leaning on a cane, strode in aggressively.

The clan chief followed behind the old man, unsure whether to offer advice or not.

Upon seeing the incumbent clan chief, Chen Tai immediately put down the dead fish in his hand and treated the clan chief with utmost respect.

"Grandpa Hao, you've arrived."

Back when the scenic area was just starting to be developed, Chen Tai thought it over and over again, sold off all of his family's farmland, and chose a good place to build a homestay.

Thanks to the strong support of the previous clan chief, he has achieved what he has today and made a fortune.

After taking off his apron and washing off the bloodstains, Chen Tai listened to the old man recount the whole story.

He shook his head: "Grandpa Hao, I'm really not lying to you."

"I don't have any holy maidens here. To be honest, there are only a few girls staying here. They're all Han Chinese who come to visit our village."

Seeing him shaking his head and denying it, Hao Xiu remained indifferent.

"Chen Tai, you can choose not to know."

"Lord Sangzi has never made a mistake."

"If you neglect the Holy Maiden, I will hold you accountable."

The old man, his cane planted firmly on the ground, had completely changed his usual kind demeanor, making Chen Tai's scalp tingle.

He had never seen Grandpa Hao like this before.

He was in such a hurry, as if he was afraid that the "saint" he spoke of would bring down punishment.

The arguing in the living room had long since distracted Sang Che, who groped her way downstairs.

If he weren't unfamiliar with the terrain, Sang Che would have already arrived on the first floor.

"Stop arguing."

A clear, crisp voice reached everyone's ears, and they all turned to look.

There stood a woman of ethereal beauty, her fingers resting on the wooden armrest. Her eyes were covered by a white cloth, and the drooping ribbons obscured her beautiful eyes.

A beautiful blue butterfly fluttered around her, dancing gracefully.

Their posture was very intimate.

Sang Che: "Since you were able to get here, I won't blame you."

Even the tourists were surprised by this scene.

Not to mention Yin Huaixi, who had been following behind the Miao people for a long time, carrying a thermos of milk tea.

"Saintess..."

The sight of the face, identical to that in the century-old picture album, made Hao Xiu kneel down on the spot, and even Sang Zi, who had previously been dismissive, knelt down as well.

"Holy Maiden...do you remember me?"

"I am Sangzi..."

"The girl you once saved..."

Shocked, the two tourists who were waiting to eat the fish were completely taken aback and immediately took out their phones.

"Is this a popular cosplay trend among young people lately?"

"Why make such a big fuss?"

"Wow, isn't this better than the shows at tourist attractions?"

"This trip was worthwhile, and there was even a free performance to watch."

Yin Huaixi: "..."

Although she didn't believe it either.

But is it possible that what we're seeing is real?

Hearing this unfamiliar name, Sang Che hesitated for half a second before finally realizing that the elderly woman was the little boy who had stood in front of her with flowers in his hands.

Sang Che: "So it was you."

Unexpectedly, the adults still remembered her, and Sangzi burst into tears.

Sang Che: "I have important matters to discuss with you. There's no need to do this in the main hall; it's too crowded and noisy."

Several tourists, when called upon, silently put away their phones and stuffed them into their pockets.

The two elderly men quickly got up, and Hao Xiu even gestured to his son to come forward.

The middle-aged man had already started applying for temporary documents for Sang Che when he arrived, and they would only be available after Sang Che filled out the forms.

As for the permanent certificate, they can expedite the process, but it will probably take one or two weeks to complete.

The Holy Maiden can only make do with it.

Seeing that Sang Che was about to discuss things with those people, Yin Huaixi wiped her sweat, wondering if Sang Che was going to go with them this time.

Shouldn't she be grateful?

Finally, without this annoying presence in the guesthouse, she could properly enjoy the scenery of the Miao village.

But why do I feel a sense of loneliness?

Pshaw, it must be a misperception I've developed from spending time together these past few days.

How could she possibly care about a nasty guy who's only good-looking?

Even if you're a sucker for good looks, there's a limit.

Just as Yin Huaixi was standing alone in the corner, brainstorming, Sang Che, who was about to walk upstairs, turned around and said in Yin Huaixi's direction, "Huaixi, come with me."

"I think you'll understand me."

...

I didn't expect to be called over by Sang Che.

Looking at the group of Miao people from the Miao village, Yin Huaixi could tell at a glance that several of them were of high status.

Today, the Miao villages retain their ancient charm, and in order to preserve the ancient village relics, many places have stopped building cement structures.

Tourists flock to the area every year.

This group of people must have made a fortune; they must be incredibly wealthy.

Although Sang Che spoke with a touch of classical Chinese, her predictions about the current state of society were largely accurate. This was the reason Sang Che had called this group of people over.

It was all to solve her problem of being an unregistered resident.

Hearing the meticulous arrangements made by his subordinates, Sang Che pursed his lips, quite satisfied.

Sang Che: "Since the Emperor wants it, then give them the outer area of ​​Moon Lake. As for the area inside, I will not give it up no matter what."

Hearing that Sang Che was so easy to talk to, the middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief and knelt down before Sang Che with a thud.

It's important to understand that the scenic area has been under pressure for an unknown period of time because of this incident.

Because of the village's taboos, although he didn't believe in those distant rumors, he still had to face a group of elders from the Miao village.

He had something to say but couldn't.

Now that the Holy Maiden has spoken in person, the clan elders will surely give her their full support.

He no longer needs to worry about this matter.

Hearing Sang Che say this, Sang Zi hesitated before speaking: "Holy Maiden, we can withstand the pressure from the officials, so there is no need for you to make such concessions."

Sang Che chuckled and shook his head: "It's not about forbearance. What the gods desire and what the people ask for is only family harmony and good weather."

"Since you can become rich by trading with the Han people, this is something the gods are happy to see."

Sang Zi was surprised by what she said; in the end, she had judged a gentleman by her own petty standards.

The saintess was so selfless, wholeheartedly thinking of her people.

After speaking, Sang Zi looked at Yin Huaixi, who was holding a cup of lemon tea, biting the straw, and staring blankly into space, and asked, "Holy Maiden, is this woman... perhaps she also needs us?"

Feeling quite uncomfortable being stared at by such a dignified old lady, Yin Huaixi didn't know how to respond. Then she heard Sang Che's pleasant voice ring out again.

Sang Che: "She is my wife."