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

After evacuating from Fengming Mountain.

Fog rose in the mountains, and poisonous miasma spread everywhere.

The lush green mountains and clear waters are completely hidden within, and not a trace of dense forest can be found.

Tian Jian frowned as he watched, but was secretly relieved that he had managed to bring Zhao Huining out before the poisonous miasma spread.

Otherwise, he really wouldn't know how to explain it to His Majesty.

At his age, with elderly parents and young children to care for, he was about to be purged and dismissed by His Majesty. It was truly unbearable.

"Your Highness, I have prepared the carriages and horses. We can depart as soon as Your Highness has recovered."

"His Majesty is waiting for Your Highness's return. I earnestly hope that Your Highness will not keep His Majesty waiting and displease him."

This was the umpteenth time Zhao Huining had heard Tian Jian ramble on like this. She put down the brush she was clutching tightly, still harboring resentment.

Just as he was about to reprimand Tian Jian for overstepping his bounds, a clear, crisp voice came from afar.

"Lord Tian, ​​are you leaving today?"

Dressed in an official robe, Yin Qingyue exuded a heroic air. Holding a long sword, she stood not far away and shouted at Tian Jian.

The people who reached out to block Yin Qingyue were Tian Jian's personal guards. Their eyes were sharp and fierce, as if they were wary of Yin Qingyue.

When Tian Jian saw Yin Qingyue's face, he waved his hand, and the guards who were blocking Yin Qingyue's way lowered their guard to let Yin Qingyue in.

"yes."

"Qingyue, I know you are anxious to find your sister, but I already sent my men to investigate that day, and there was no news of your sister."

"I suppose... she shouldn't be at Phoenix Cry Mountain, why waste your energy?"

Tian Jian's performance was flawless; Yin Qingyue's performance was so perfect that not a single flaw could be detected.

Her fingers rested on the hilt of the knife, unconsciously tightening her grip. She lowered her head and said, "Even if my sister isn't at Fengming Mountain, Lord Tian, ​​my men are still being held captive by the Miao people of Fengming Mountain."

"If I don't get them out of here, I'll be unworthy of being their superior."

Hearing Yin Qingyue's responsible attitude, Tian Jian smiled, fine lines spreading across his forehead.

He said slowly, "Qingyue, too much rigidity leads to breakage."

"Your men are important, and so are mine. The Miao King has sent reinforcements to defend this place."

"This is definitely not a ruse."

"Qingyue, if you want to stay here, I can talk to your boss and let you stay a few more days so he can investigate properly."

"But you want my elite troops to play house here? Well, I'm sorry, I have more important things to do."

Yin Qingyue listened quietly, but her gaze passed over Tian Jian and landed on Zhao Huining.

Through the thin bamboo curtain, Yin Qingyue could not clearly see the woman's face. She could only see from afar that the woman had a dignified posture and an extraordinary demeanor.

She was certain that Zhao Huining was not Lord Tian's niece; she must have a powerful background, otherwise, how could Tian Jian tolerate Zhao Huining's disrespectful behavior?

Sensing Yin Qingyue's curious gaze, Zhao Huining put down what she was holding and looked up to meet her gaze.

"Lord Yin, we've met a few times before. Do you remember me?"

Realizing her lapse in composure, Yin Qingyue shook her head and answered truthfully, "No, that has never happened. May I ask when you last met me, Miss?"

Zhao Huining: "During your onboarding assessment, I saw you from afar a few times. Your abilities are no less than Uncle Tian's. If Lord Yin is still willing to stay here and keep this hard job..."

"I will beg my father to send troops over to replace the Imperial Guards."

"What does Lord Yin think?"

Tian Jian's expression darkened, but he didn't interrupt.

Whoever His Highness sends here, as long as it's not him, is fine. This deep mountain forest is crawling with snakes, insects, rats, and ants; it's a living hell. Whoever wants to stay can stay; he's not going to keep them company.

Unable to discern the true intentions of Tian Jian's niece, Yin Qingyue could only raise her hands in a fist salute to acknowledge the goodwill.

Yin Qingyue: "Then thank you."

They were captured and imprisoned in the village for so long.

This woman was the only Han Chinese that Yin Qingyue had ever met who hadn't gone mad after leaving the Miao village.

Come to think of it, she is indeed capable.

Yin Qingyue's concern wasn't just because Yin Huaixi hadn't been rescued; she also had to be responsible for her subordinates. They had come in all their might and should leave in the same way, with no one allowed to be left behind.

She will definitely take them all out.

...

They say it takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone or tendon.

To Yin Huaixi's surprise, her injuries had almost completely healed in less than half a month.

Could it be that the medicine Sang Che gave her really has miraculous effects?

Standing in front of the bronze mirror, Yin Huaixi took off her clothes, revealing her bare skin.

My fingertips traced up my waist to my back, where the deep and shallow scars had faded and I could no longer feel them.

The icy touch on her fingertips reminded Yin Huaixi of the pain of the arrow piercing her shoulder; at that time, she had not been without despair.

On the contrary, Sang Che's sudden appearance gave Yin Huaixi some strength to hate her, resent her, and curse her.

The thought of defiance took hold of his mind, and his will to survive reached its peak at that moment.

Without these things, she might have fallen into the stream and drowned long ago due to exhaustion.

When looking down in thought.

Yin Huaixi was completely unaware of the person walking in barefoot behind her. Sang Che was only wearing a thin inner shirt, and his beautiful figure was faintly visible.

She reached out and put her arm around Yin Huaixi's lower back, pressing herself against him.

"Huaixi... what are you doing?"

Sang Che's eyes were sometimes bright and sometimes dim, and Yin Huaixi didn't know when she could see and when she couldn't.

But none of this stopped Yin Huaixi from hurriedly pulling her clothes up to cover her shoulders.

"Check the injuries..."

"You...you just took a medicinal bath, your whole body is damp, and you're so close to me, you've made me wet too."

Perhaps feeling that this statement lacked credibility, Yin Huaixi bit her lip and urged him softly.

"Ah Che, stay away."

Sang Che showed no intention of letting go; instead, he held on even tighter.

"Huaixi, I don't want to let go."

"Why don't you... take a look at my injuries too..."

Sang Che's pert nose rubbed against her, and sometimes Yin Huaixi really wanted to slap her forehead and pull her braid hard.

"Go and fetch your maid; why are you ordering me around?"

Hearing her say that, Sang Che hugged her even tighter, her soft body pressing against her, her voice deep and resonant.

"Huaixi, all I want is for you to touch me and apply the medicine for me."

"I don't want the rest."

Sweet words fell all around her ears.

Yin Huaixi's impatience gradually melted away, and she turned to look at Sang Che, her words hesitant to come out.

Seeing through her thoughts at a glance, Sang Che smiled.

"I know what you want to ask me."

"Huaixi, you want to know your sister's whereabouts, whether she was harassed by the Feather Guards, whether she has retreated, whether she is injured, and whether she is alright, right?"

Each sentence struck a chord deep within my heart.

Yin Huaixi could no longer deny it.

"Since you know the answer, why don't you answer me? What's the point of keeping me in suspense like this?"

Listen to her complaints.

Sang Che wasn't annoyed; he extended his thumb and gently stroked Yin Huaixi's lips.

Her face was filled with a sickly expression.

"Of course I can answer you, Huaixi..."

"But you need to take the initiative and pry my mouth open..."

"Otherwise, I wouldn't have told you."

Overly provocative words echoed in my ears.

Yin Huaixi was no longer the person who would run away from trouble. Even a piece of wood would catch fire and start smoking if it was rubbed repeatedly.

He cupped Sang Che's cheek in his hands, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him deeply.

She was driven by revenge, pouring out her hatred without mercy.

The kiss was like a sudden downpour.

Sang Che did not dodge.

With her eyes half-closed, she enjoyed Yin Huaixi's rare initiative, like a lazy cat that wanted to lie on its owner.

Wagging its tail, it expressed its comfort.