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

Having been in a high position since childhood and being worshipped by the Miao people, Sang Che has an extremely strong possessive desire for the things that belong to him.

But after that sickly smile and those chilling words vanished in an instant, the person standing in front of Yin Huaixi was like a clean and pure young girl.

After giving Yin Huaixi his instructions.

Sang Che continued walking forward, her clothes jingling, her figure elegant, the intricate silver ornaments swaying, making her look incredibly beautiful.

Yin Huaixi was stunned for a long time.

...

After the accident, Yin Huaixi dared not look around carelessly.

She obediently returned to her room the way she came and pushed open the wooden door.

Breakfast was already laid out on the table.

A bowl of light porridge, plus a few side dishes, doesn't look like it's been poisoned.

People are iron rice and steel, and if they don't eat a meal, they will be very hungry.

Without food, Yin Huaixi wouldn't have the strength to run out.

After finishing her breakfast in a flash, she had just put down her chopsticks when a Miao girl who came to tidy up said to her, "Finished eating? Time to get to work."

Cannibals are soft and short.

Yin Huaixi understood this principle.

As long as it doesn't involve her killing medicine people or becoming a test subject for poison, Yin Huaixi can accept it.

She nodded.

"Where will you work?"

She spoke Mandarin very slowly, as if afraid the Miao girl wouldn't understand.

"Naturally, it's with the Holy Maiden."

Thinking of Sang Che's smile just now.

Yin Huaixi silently steadied herself. Even if there were mountains of knives and seas of fire ahead, she had no choice but to go through it.

...

Following the Miao girl who had just cleared away the dishes for her, we continued walking forward.

Around the corner, the Miao girl pushed open a wooden door, and Yin Huaixi saw countless pottery jars densely packed on the shelf.

"This is a Gu poison raised by the Holy Maiden."

"Take this and feed them."

The Miao girl took out a scroll made of sheepskin and handed it to Yin Huaixi.

The Miao girl took the book with both hands and disappeared from Yin Huaixi's sight, closing the door behind her.

The rustling sound reached his ears again, and he knew without guessing that it was the Gu worms that Sang Che was raising moving.

Yin Huaixi stretched out her fingertips and pulled open the hemp rope, slowly unfolding the parchment scroll.

The text above is written in neat regular script, densely packed with instructions on how to care for each type of Gu insect.

Some like to eat tender tree leaves, some like to eat meat, some like to eat fresh meat, and some even like to eat rotten meat.

Even the water that each insect prefers to drink is different; some prefer stream water, while others prefer sap dripping from tree branches, which is as sticky as honey.

At this moment, Yin Huaixi wished she were the one who was blind, so that she wouldn't have to be sent to take care of the female lead's Gu worms and suffer this torment.

Based on the areas recorded in the parchment scroll, Yin Huaixi carefully examined them. She walked slowly to an area and looked up.

This should be where the "Forget-Me-Not Gu" stays.

She took a leaf, lifted the lid of the earthenware pot, and threw the leaves inside to feed the animals.

This earthenware jar contains only one Gu worm. Each Gu worm must go through a 49-day battle to become a Gu worm.

However, this place certainly doesn't contain any powerful Gu worms.

The true location of the Gu King is probably only known to Sang Che.

As soon as he put down the leaves, Yin Huaixi swiftly covered the pottery jar with the lid.

Her heart was pounding, terrified that the dark worm would suddenly jump up, bite through her skin, and burrow into her blood vessels.

Even if it's burning hot, or if you try to bleed it out or cut off its flesh, it won't come out.

"You're making so much noise, you'll disturb them."

Be quiet and gentle.

Behind the wooden shelf and countless pottery jars, a familiar figure emerged. The colorful butterfly that had been resting on Sang Che's fingertip spread its wings and flew out the window.

Every step is like a lotus blossom, every step makes a sound.

Sang Che was about to crash into the wooden frame as he walked forward. Yin Huaixi didn't care about anything else and rushed forward, anxiously shouting, "Don't move!"

The sound of the silver bells stopped.

Sang Che obediently listened and did not move again.

"If you walk any further, you'll bump into the shelf."

"Go outside... never mind, I'll come and hold your hand."

Yin Huaixi did this partly to gain favor and trust from Sang Che, and partly because she was worried that the female lead might actually run into trouble. These Gu worms on the ground wouldn't kill the female lead, but they could kill her.

Wen Liang's hand was taken by Yin Huaixi, who placed her palm on Sang Che's thin shoulder and pulled him into her arms.

The two were about the same height, but Yin Huaixi couldn't hide Sang Che's pampered and superior aura at all.

Slowly approach the window, away from the wooden frame.

Yin Huaixi finally let out the breath she had been holding.

Just as she was about to let go, Sang Che gripped her fingers tightly. Yin Huaixi was surprised, and before she could say anything, her fingers were forcefully pried open again.

Sang Che proudly intertwined his fingers with hers.

They're very clingy.

That innocent-looking face, bathed in sunlight, had a rosy glow, and his amber eyes sparkled as he smiled at her.

Her braid swayed slightly behind her, and a silver butterfly ornament hung at the end of the braid as decoration.

"Got you?"

"Don't let go of my hand."

"Is it alright?"

Yin Huaixi pursed her lips tightly. Her mind was warning her not to fall deeper into this woman's trap, but her eyes couldn't help but scrutinize Sang Che's face.

"Are you afraid of falling?"

"Then I'll help you."

These two sentences sounded a bit abrupt, and after Yin Huaixi finished speaking, she deliberately turned her head away and refused to look at Sang Che.

As the succubus heroine in the PO article, anyone who reads it will fall in love with her at first sight; this is the attribute the author bestowed upon the protagonist.

Yin Huaixi repeatedly emphasized this in her mind to avoid getting caught up in it.

"It's fine to hold his hand like this."

"You don't want to?"

Their clasped hands were covered in a thin layer of sweat.

Sang Che approached Yin Huaixi, and her listless appearance was heartbreaking.

Such beautiful eyes, yet they can't see.

"I... I'm just not used to getting this close to strangers."

Yin Huaixi really wanted to bring up the topic of going home, but she didn't have the courage. It wasn't because she was cowardly or timid, but because she was afraid that revealing the news about her family would bring them utter disaster.

What wouldn't these Miao people, who don't even obey the imperial court's discipline, do?

Having been reborn, Yin Huaixi, carrying the memories of her past life, did not pretend to be mature beyond her years.

She began to enjoy her childhood, from learning to speak to coming of age. Yin Huaixi was well protected by her older sisters. If she hadn't been brought here, Yin Huaixi would probably still be listening to storytelling in a teahouse.

Yin Huaixi hasn't finished listening to the last episode of "The Legend of the White Snake and the Green Snake" yet, which is a pity considering her monthly allowance.

Sang Che groped her way to the wall for support, then looked down at Yin Huaixi's nose, focusing intently on it as she said, "Oh, is that so?"

Forced into a corner, Yin Huaixi's back was almost broken, and she nodded slightly.

The rich, herbal fragrance emanating from Sang Che wafted into her nostrils, thankfully the small red snake didn't suddenly press against her face.

Otherwise, Yin Huaixi might actually be so frightened that she would push Sang Che down.

"It's alright, I'll make you like me."

A light kiss landed on Yin Huaixi's cheek, like a dragonfly skimming the water in early spring.

fleeting.

Yin Huaixi could only hear the soft clinking of the silver ornaments on Sang Che's body. The places where she had been moistened felt like they had been set on fire, the burning sensation spreading to her limbs and bones.