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

a long time.

Yin Huaixi finally stood up and walked towards Sang Che. She squatted down, silently took the towel from Yi Yun's hand, and continued to wipe Sang Che's body.

Everyone was perceptive and withdrew.

"If you're sick, you shouldn't talk anymore."

"Sang Che, didn't anyone tell you to conserve your energy?"

Perhaps because he was about to leave, Yin Huaixi treated Sang Che more gently, without any hint of hostility.

She lowered her eyes and carefully wiped Sang Che's cold fingertips with a towel. Looking at her hands, which still had faint bite marks, Yin Huaixi wanted to pinch her again and let Sang Che taste the pain.

After a while, Sang Che's hazy consciousness returned, and she heard Yin Huaixi's incessant "criticism" of her.

Sang Che couldn't help but chuckle, his fingers hooking around Yin Huaixi's again. She coughed twice and said weakly, "Conserving energy...this method is for normal people...Huaixi..."

"That won't work on me."

Seeing that Sang Che was still unmoved by either soft or hard approaches, Yin Huaixi placed a towel on her forehead and moved closer to Sang Che.

The distance between the two was extremely ambiguous; if either of them made the slightest movement, they could kiss each other's moist lips.

But at that time, Yin Huaixi's eyes held no love or desire in the darkness of the night, only a boundless sea of ​​hatred.

She said in a hoarse voice, "Sang Che, if you die one day, it will be because you didn't take care of your health."

"Do you know?"

Shaking her head uncooperatively, Sang Che seemed to be deliberately provoking, but her eyes were clear and innocent, as if she were just a girl next door.

"Huaixi, I know you drugged me..."

As the cold poison within his body intensified, Sang Che's eyes became increasingly clear.

Yin Huaixi's face appeared before her eyes, and the familiar, hazy outline gradually became clear... like layers of veil being peeled away by fingers, leaving only the last layer.

No matter what, Sang Che couldn't remove that last layer of white veil. Yin Huaixi's face was so close to hers, yet so far away, as if she would never be able to see what she looked like.

Unexpectedly, the secret was so blatantly exposed, leaving Yin Huaixi momentarily disoriented.

She worried that Sang Che would call in the Miao guards who were standing outside the door to imprison her.

She... will never escape Sang Che's grasp for the rest of her life.

"Don't worry... I won't let them do anything to you."

"Huaixi, no matter what you do to escape, I'll always find a way to bring you back..."

Despite being so weak, he still spoke with such a strong attitude. For a moment, Yin Huaixi really wanted to strangle Sang Che on the bed, but reason held her back.

"You're in this state, A-Che."

"You probably can't even command Gu worms now, so how can you stop me?"

"If I weren't absolutely certain, I wouldn't have done something like this rashly. Otherwise, where do you think the poison I fed you came from?"

Yin Huaixi least wanted to see Sang Che's strategizing demeanor, so she got up to leave, but then she heard Sang Che continue to cough weakly.

His pale face flushed red from coughing.

It's as if his time is coming to an end.

This person looks like he only has a few days left to live.

"Huaixi, you have your own methods."

"I naturally have my own methods."

"You try... and see who wins and who loses."

Sang Che supported his body with his thin arms and stared fixedly at Yin Huaixi's misty back, her eyelashes lowered.

Feeding the love gu with its essence and blood consumed too much energy.

Otherwise, why would such a small amount of poison have caused her to react this way?

Sang Che has already ascertained the location of the imperial court's henchmen, including their troop strength, firepower, and the location of their main camp.

Barring unforeseen circumstances, once the High Priest arrives with the Miao King's guards, aided by Gu worms, there should be a 60% chance of success in defending the area.

If we successfully repel the attack of the Feather Guards, we can no longer keep the land of Fengming Mountain. Only by moving deep into the Miao region can we find a moment of peace.

"Sang Che, you're always so arrogant."

"Aren't you afraid that you might accidentally capsize in a ditch one day?"

Looking down at Sang Che, this was the first time Yin Huaixi had ever stared down at Sang Che's upturned nose and the whorl of her hair.

Sang Che disregarded Yin Huaixi's advice. She raised her hand, clenched her fist, coughed twice, and said slowly, "Huaixi, once you've tasted the bitterness of being worse than dead, you'll understand that capsizing in a ditch is nothing."

"Compared to these things, the greatest disgrace of failing to recognize true character is the betrayal and humiliation by the person you trust most."

Sensing a hidden meaning in her words, Yin Huaixi frowned slightly and spoke frankly.

"Are you telling me to stop believing in those people?"

"Sang Che, do you really think you're someone I can trust?"

Sang Che nodded gently. Even though she had been drugged and tormented by Yin Huaixi, she hadn't said a single harsh word.

Compared to Yin Huaixi's hateful gaze, the only thing Sang Che feared and hated was that Yin Huaixi would never look at her properly again and would completely forget her in the vast sea of ​​people.

"Huaixi, it's fine if you don't believe me, I just hope you won't easily trust those who keep saying they'll take you out."

Yin Huaixi had seen this trick of sowing discord before. She was so angry that she sat down and wished she could squeeze Sang Che, the patient, into the room.

He deliberately grabbed the blanket with his hand.

It pulled upwards suddenly.

Yin Huaixi simply covered Sang Che's head, hoping to avoid seeing or hearing it.

"Ah Che, you're no better than me, what right do you have to judge others?"

The blanket slipped off, messing up the stray hairs on Sang Che's forehead, revealing her face again as she leaned close to Yin Huaixi.

"Huaixi, at least this wicked thing of mine won't covet your life."

"But other people might not think so."

"I think one day you will understand and realize that choosing me was the right thing to do."

Ha ha.

Sang Che's words were beautiful and eloquent, but it seemed as if every end point of her life had been planned out by him.

"Sang Che, you don't need to put on an act with me. I know... you're just saying these things to lower my guard."

He got up angrily.

Yin Huaixi pushed open the door and went out, but did not come to check on Sang Che's condition for several days.

...

When she went to Jiawan to get medicine, two Miao guards were always watching over her, seemingly afraid that she would escape.

The two guards were wary of her relationship with Sang Che, so they avoided getting too close and only dared to follow from a distance.

They monitored her every move.

Yin Huaixi didn't care about any of this. She came to Jiawan's house and before she even got close, she could faintly hear Miao language coming from inside.

Having stayed here for so long, Yin Huaixi has also put in a lot of hard work to learn.

Yin Huaixi can now translate the simple vocabulary of the Miao language without any difficulty.

"Lord Ah Shui, the Holy Maiden's condition has worsened again; she hasn't woken up for the past few days."

"The High Priest is still on his way, Lord Ah Shui... What should we do if the Holy Maiden really gets into trouble?"

Jiawan rubbed her temples.

She and Hua He spent several days trying to figure out what illness Sang Che was suffering from.

It came on strong and wanted to kill people.

It's terrifying.

Despite taking some medicine, Sang Che's health showed no signs of improvement; on the contrary, it deteriorated, causing widespread panic in the village.

"Don't bother me. I'll do my best to help Ah Che, but you... also need to be prepared to leave."

"If A-Che really can't hold on and his life hangs by a thread, we can't keep Fengming Mountain, which is already known to the Han Chinese court."

Standing outside the door, Yin Huaixi listened to everything in the Miao language. Although she only understood a little, she was still able to glean an important message from it.

That is... Sang Che is really dying from his illness.

Did she... kill Sang Che?