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

A ridiculous night passed.

Yin Huaixi opened her eyes again, and Sang Che was sleeping peacefully beside her pillow.

Her long, black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, obscuring her profile. Every smile and gesture of Sang Che's was naturally beautiful.

Now that I'm asleep, it's even worse.

If you don't think about her sickly smile, Yin Huaixi can hardly imagine that Sang Che could be so dark inside.

It really is... "glutinous rice balls with black sesame filling"!

Her thighs felt sore and numb, and Yin Huaixi subconsciously lifted her foot, then thought of the heavy anklet.

She was just about to give up when she didn't hear the familiar swaying sound of the chain from early morning.

Sensing something was wrong, Yin Huaixi got up in surprise. She lifted the blanket at the foot of the bed with her fingers and found that the shackles on her feet had been removed at some point.

The scraped ankle was also coated with ointment, leaving it glistening and moist. Yin Huaixi reached out to touch it and gently sniffed it.

It has a very ordinary herbal scent.

It has a slight floral scent.

It seems... there's nothing strange about this medicine.

With her fingertips lightly twirling, Yin Huaixi turned back to stare at the sleeping Sang Che, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

This guy... can be incredibly gentle, but when he gets ruthless, he's a total psychopath.

Noticing that someone was watching him, Sang Che reached out and put his arms around Yin Huaixi's waist as she sat down. She shifted her body and leaned closer.

This languid appearance is like that of a soft and slender animal.

"Waking up so early, why not sleep a little longer?"

Sang Che's voice was muffled.

"No..."

Yin Huaixi only realized how hoarse her voice was when she opened her mouth.

Looking at the "culprit" Yin Huaixi, who was lying on the bed and tightly hugging her, she barely managed to suppress the urge to kick Sang Che off the bed.

So much was sacrificed.

They have endured so much humiliation and hardship.

Having finally gained a moment of freedom, she absolutely could not act impulsively again.

Seeing that Yin Huaixi was about to get out of bed, Sang Che slowly said, "Even if you get up early, Huaixi, you won't see them if I don't go with you."

With just one sentence, Yin Huaixi silently pulled her legs back and, feeling utterly hopeless, covered herself with the blanket.

Feeling the person beside him getting closer, Sang Che simply rested the back of his head on Yin Huaixi's arm and smiled lightly.

Her sickly complexion has improved a lot.

He looks like a normal person now, with more color in his face.

Reaching out to touch her face, Yin Huaixi knew without a doubt that there must be a dark circle under her eyes.

Was she subjected to "yin-yang replenishment"?!

"Are you going to see that Han Chinese street vendor I captured in the village, or that government lackey I've locked up in the dungeon?"

Extending his long, slender, jade-like fingers, Sang Che traced the characters in Yin Huaixi's handwriting, and she revealed an innocent and pure smile.

What he said, however, was infuriating.

"You can only meet one person at a time."

Yin Huaixi: "..."

Yin Huaixi: "Sang Che, you...you did this on purpose, didn't you?"

She tried hard to suppress her surging emotions, and was just short of cursing out to his face.

"It wasn't intentional."

"It should be said that it was intentional."

"Huaixi, you haven't explained this to me clearly. Don't you Han people have a saying—'A fall into a pit, a gain in your wit'?"

She really couldn't argue with this woman.

"Never mind, we Han Chinese have a saying: 'A great man is magnanimous.'"

Yin Huaixi turned her head away, not wanting to look at Sang Che's face, otherwise she would feel that she was very stupid.

"I won't argue with you... let me see the officials."

"If you lay a finger on them, then... then you'll see my dead body tonight."

Sang Che nodded while lying in the bedding, still appearing easy to talk to.

"Okay, let's sleep a little longer."

"Huaixi, your voice sounds... very tired."

Yin Huaixi: "???"

Her ears turned red again for no reason. Yin Huaixi coughed lightly, trying to make her voice sound normal again.

"It's...it's all your fault!"

"And now you're... talking about these things?"

People have to bow their heads under the roof.

Yin Huaixi was content that she had managed to meet with her second sister's men today.

Holding the blanket, Sang Che said earnestly, "You and I are destined for each other. How can doing these things be harmful?"

Forget it, she couldn't be bothered to talk to Sang Che.

This person is unreasonable!

Yin Huaixi closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Sang Che turned to look at her, propped himself up on the bed, and got up.

Yin Huaixi heard her speak a word in Miao language, and immediately a maid came in carrying the clothes that Sang Che wanted to change into.

"Huaixi, get up with me to bathe and change clothes."

"Isn't it inappropriate for you to go to see them looking so disheveled?"

Even though those eyes were completely lifeless, for some reason, Yin Huaixi was still drawn to them.

The thought only crossed her mind for a moment before Yin Huaixi ruthlessly extinguished it.

It must be because of the plot... it must be because Sang Che is the female lead!

That's why she couldn't help but be attracted; she's not a sucker for good looks, nor is she a severe case of Stockholm syndrome.

With his bathrobe wrinkled, Sang Che slowly squatted down.

Her slender fingers groped in the air as she listened to Yin Huaixi's familiar breathing, and then her palm, as white as mutton fat jade, was laid out in front of Yin Huaixi.

"Come, Huaixi."

"Take my hand...and follow me."

"You'll be able to get out of here."

Hypocritical, pretentious!

Who is to blame for imprisoning her for so many days, trapped in this dark and gloomy room?

Gritting her teeth, Yin Huaixi didn't know how to view Sang Che.

With his palm outstretched in the air, Sang Che received no response for a long time, but he was not annoyed.

As if she could read Yin Huaixi's mind, she said, "Yin Huaixi, my tolerance has its limits."

One sentence made Yin Huaixi's heart pound and her eardrums pound.

"I don't care what you're thinking. This time... I can pretend I didn't see you run away."

"I could choose not to kill those people."

"But if you want to escape..."

"Then I really have to plant a love potion in you, you disobedient person."

As soon as he finished speaking, just as Sang Che had predicted, Yin Huaixi actually placed her hand on his.

You behaved obediently.

With a triumphant smile, Sang Che pressed her thumb against the back of Yin Huaixi's hand, quite pleased with Yin Huaixi's concession.

"That's more like it."

"Huai Xi...we were meant to be together, no one can separate us."

Standing up, Sang Che took a step forward, her expression once again one of unwavering determination, as if Yin Huaixi would never escape her grasp.

"I'm serious."

"Yin Huaixi... if you ever have the thought of running away from me again, I will plant a Gu poison on you, making everyone around you wish they were dead."

With her eyes slightly narrowed, Sang Che's body still jingled softly with silver bells. She held Yin Huaixi's palm, just as Yin Huaixi had once held her hand in front of the stilted house and led the way for her.

My palms were a little sore from being squeezed so tightly.

Yin Huaixi frowned and endured it, stumbling as she followed Sang Che out of the dark room she hadn't left in a long time.

Bright sunlight streamed into the long corridor, green bamboo swayed, and a group of Miao people stood outside the corridor.

The silver ornaments on their bodies jingled in the wind.

Yin Huaixi looked at the fully armed Miao people, then stared at Sang Che's long, black hair and the silver butterfly at the end.

It seems she's really trapped here by this person.

Do not…

Things haven't reached the final stage yet.

She will escape.

Sang Che... could never confine her for a lifetime!