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

Ah Tian helped Yin Zijin wash his face and rinse his mouth, then began to style his hair and adorn it with various exquisite hair ornaments, before carefully applying his makeup. He had practiced drawing eyebrows, applying lip rouge, and painting on bright yellow flowers many times.

At this moment, Yin Zijing sat gracefully at the dressing table before him, elegantly raising his delicate, orchid-like fingers, and intently picked up the exquisite eyebrow pencil. He gently moved his arm, carefully drawing his eyebrows.

Beneath her already wispy bangs, her delicately drawn eyebrows appeared even more graceful and captivating. Her tearful, misty eyes, so pitiful and endearing, were also enhanced by the meticulously crafted brows.

Yin Zijing took a small brush, carefully dipped it into a little lip rouge, and gently applied it to her lips. Women in the Great Sheng Dynasty favored small, cherry-like lips, so Yin Zijing created a butterfly lip look for herself. First, she filled her lips with pink powder, then drew a heart on her upper lip, making the heart extend beyond her original lip shape. Next, she drew two smaller semi-ovals on her lower lip. In this way, Yin Zijing's delicate lips resembled a butterfly that wanted to spread its wings and flutter gracefully.

Finally, Yin Zijin painted a delicate white magnolia flower in the center of her forehead. The small white magnolia flower seemed to come alive, lifelike, showing that Yin Zijin had put a lot of effort into her painting skills over the past eight years.

After finishing the drawing, Yin Zijing quickly turned around and asked, "Ah Tian, ​​take a look, did I draw it crooked?"

Ah Tian looked at it and nodded in satisfaction, saying, "Miss, you drew very well. Your drawing skills have improved a lot. There are no crooked lines."

Finally, Ah Tian placed two red dots on Yin Zijin's dimples and then instructed her, "Miss, stand up, let's change your clothes!"

Yin Zijing stood up, opened her arms, and let A-Tian dress her in one luxurious dress after another, along with a pair of exquisite three-inch slippers, and put on a delicate gold chain. Finally, A-Tian gave Yin Zijing a jade pendant necklace.

Yin Zijing put on her own magnolia earrings and bracelet, and then stretched out her slender, fair hands to put on her nail guards one by one. Finally, she wrapped herself in a thick white cloak, and the four of them walked towards the entrance of Fu'an Temple.

As soon as the cotton curtain was lifted, a gust of cold wind rushed in, and snowflakes were still falling heavily. Ah Tian rubbed his hands together, squatted down, and said, "Come on up, miss! It's snowing, and the road is slippery. You must take good care of your bound feet; they can't get frostbite."

Granny Zhou, holding an umbrella, urged, "The road is slippery and difficult to walk on. Miss, your feet are chained with thin gold chains, so you'll walk slowly. Let A-Tian carry you!"

Yin Zijing climbed onto the bed, and A-Tian bounced her up and carried her forward. Granny Zhou held an umbrella beside them, while Ruhe carried several bundles containing warm items such as hand warmers and thick arm warmers...

Although they had umbrellas, the snow was falling heavily, and soon Yin Zijing's face, hair, and clothes were covered in a layer of snow. The group's footsteps crunched as they walked on the thick snow. Even with occasional shoveling, it couldn't stop the heavy snowfall!

Fu'an Temple was a renowned imperial temple, holding an unparalleled position. Historically, only high-ranking officials and nobles were permitted to enter its rear courtyard. These prominent figures, accustomed to the meticulously crafted objects of their daily lives, developed a deep appreciation for unadorned, naturally beautiful scenery. Therefore, the landscape design of Fu'an Temple's rear courtyard deliberately pursued a natural and rustic style, striving to present a unique, unpretentious charm.

Standing amidst this world draped in silver, gazing at the fairyland-like snowscape before her, Yin Zijing felt a sense of peace and tranquility wash over her. Snowflakes drifted down, as if draping the earth in a pristine white carpet. All around was utterly silent, broken only by the occasional soft patter of falling snow. Before she knew it, Yin Zijing and her companions had arrived at the gates of Fu'an Temple.

It was the dead of winter, and heavy snow was falling. Due to the frigid weather, very few worshippers came to offer incense and pray for blessings. In addition, in order to welcome the princess's arrival, Fu'an Temple had specially cleared the grounds in advance. Therefore, apart from the monks and abbot, the entire temple was exceptionally quiet and deserted, with hardly anyone in sight.

Yin Zijing stood quietly in the cold wind, patiently awaiting the princess's arrival. Time ticked by, and about an hour later, the princess's carriage finally appeared in the distance. Yin Zijing couldn't help but gently rub his red, frostbitten nose, secretly worrying whether he would catch a cold again. He stared intently at the approaching carriage, and suddenly, a look of astonishment crossed his face…