The concubine is a man, and the illegitimate son of a divine physician has a spatial ability.

Time flies, and Yin Zijin has blossomed into a graceful young woman. However, due to her daily consumption of bitter and cold medicinal soups, her body has become exceptionally weak, leaving her constantly sickly and listless. Yet, even in this state, her delicate and frail appearance cannot conceal her natural beauty; rather, it adds to her endearing charm, making her truly a beauty that could topple kingdoms.

As the poem goes, "Her beauty surpasses that of the past and present, even the lotus is ashamed of her jade-like face." And, "One glance could topple a city, a second glance could topple a nation." These lines perfectly describe Yin Zijing's unparalleled beauty. Her beauty wasn't the flamboyant, dazzling, or overbearing type, but rather a unique quality stemming from the depths of her heart, as elegant and serene as a secluded orchid in a deep valley, subtle and restrained, captivating and enchanting.

It was now deep winter, the middle of the afternoon. Outside the elegant cottage, heavy snowflakes were falling, like countless white butterflies dancing in the air. The whole world was covered in these pure white snowflakes; as far as the eye could see, the earth appeared to be draped in a thick layer of silver, presenting a vast, boundless white landscape.

Fu'an Temple was originally situated in a secluded spot outside the city, far removed from the hustle and bustle of the world. Now, amidst this snow-covered landscape, it appears even more tranquil and mysterious. All around is utter silence, save for the soft sound of snowflakes falling, echoing in the air like celestial music.

Here, there is no bustling traffic or noisy crowds, only an innate tranquility and peace, allowing one to experience a natural, unspoiled beauty. Being here, one can almost forget all worries and fatigue, immersing oneself in this pure and flawless world of ice and snow.

Inside the elegant little house, the floor was burning hot. In a spacious room, Yin Zijin was practicing her dance for the day.

Yin Zijin had her hair styled in a lily-shaped bun, tied with a red string, and hung down to her waist. A thin layer of bangs covered her smooth forehead, giving her a mysterious air.

Beneath those slender, arched eyebrows were a pair of incredibly expressive and pitiful eyes. Those eyes were like two clear, sparkling springs, their surface shimmering; or like a deep night sky, dotted with countless dazzling stars. When he gazed at you, it was as if he could convey endless tenderness and sorrow through his eyes, evoking feelings of pity and stirring your heart.

Yin Zijing's skin was as white and delicate as mutton fat jade, without a single flaw. His hands were like soft, tender shoots of thatch grass, slender, long, and incredibly delicate; his skin was as smooth and lustrous as solidified oil, radiating a faint glow. His collar was as white and slender as a longhorn beetle larva, and his neck had a beautiful and flowing line; his teeth were as neat and white as gourd seeds, crystal clear.

Perhaps because he has experienced a lot, he doesn't smile often, but when he does smile gently, the corners of his mouth turn up slightly, the sun and moon lose their color, and people can't help but be captivated by him.

At this moment, Yin Zijin was wearing a pink, multi-layered, form-fitting dance costume. The color of the costume was delicate and lovely, giving her a fresh and refined look. Each layer of the skirt was carefully tailored and stacked together in distinct layers, swaying gently with her movements, like a dream.

This dance costume not only made Yin Zijing, who was originally somewhat sickly, look radiant, but also perfectly outlined her figure. In particular, her curvaceous figure was especially eye-catching, making people marvel at the wonder and favor of the Creator.

Having worn underwear for over a decade, Yin Zijing's penis was much smaller than that of an average man, and due to the suppression of the cooling medicine, Yin Zijing had almost no reaction.

After eight years of meticulous foot binding by A-Tian, ​​Yin Zi-Jin's feet had become three-inch golden lotuses. A small porcelain bowl could be placed on the ground, and Yin Zi-Jin's three-inch golden lotuses could easily stand inside.

After years of cultivation, Yin Zijin, inside and out, was a woman in every sense of the word, a woman of unparalleled beauty, hidden away in her secluded chambers, unknown to the world. She possessed not a trace of masculine air. To anyone who looked at her, she was a quintessential young woman.

At this moment, rows of lit candles were placed on the empty floor of the room. Yin Zijing stood in front of the lit candles, not afraid at all, and asked in a soft voice, "Ah Tian, ​​do you want me to walk around these lit candles?"

Ah Tian nodded and said, "Yes, Sixth Miss, although you are already quite light-footed compared to other dancers, it's not enough, Sixth Miss. You must be as light as a leaf, so light that no one can feel your weight."

As the young lady knows, next October will be the month of the imperial concubine selection, and His Majesty has already issued an edict that it will be a grand selection. All the powerful families, landlords, gentry, and even the poor families across the country have been granted special permission by His Majesty to participate in the selection.

All eligible women had to participate in the imperial selection process, otherwise they would be disobeying the emperor's orders and their entire families would suffer. Although the girl had already been betrothed to the crown prince, the formalities still had to be followed.

Your master, the Yang family, a leading figure in the dance world, has already decided to select the Drum Dance for you. To perform the Drum Dance well, one must be as light as a swallow.

During the reign of Emperor Cheng of Han, Zhao Feiyan was so light and graceful that she could perform a dance on a palm. Her dance became famous throughout the land and captured the emperor's heart. As a result, she was made empress.

If the young lady can dance this dance well, she will surely become famous throughout the capital, and will certainly be a suitable match for His Highness the Crown Prince. No one will then bring up the matter of her birth mother.

Yin Zijin said, "Ah Tian, ​​stop bringing up my birth mother. She was a pitiful person too. Alright, let's begin!"

Ah Tian quickly advised, "Miss, please be careful and go slowly. If you're not careful, your skirt might get burned."

Yin Zijing nodded, taking small, quick steps, tiptoeing, and moving with a graceful air as she carefully weaved through the lit candles. Despite her carefulness, several holes were burned into her dress.

Ah Tian encouraged her, "Girl, keep practicing. It's already very good for your first time. You have a very high talent. With more practice, you will definitely succeed."

Yin Zijing nodded and continued, taking small, quick steps, tiptoeing around the lit candles with her bound feet, and began to practice. After practicing for about half an hour, Yin Zijing sat down on the mat on the ground to rest.