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

The caravan was short and sparsely populated, with only a dozen or so people. The accompanying guards and drivers all looked dejected. The carriages lacked the grandeur expected of a princess, and the entire procession was permeated with a somber atmosphere that made people feel extremely oppressed.

From a distance, it didn't look like the arrival of the Princess, but rather the carriage of an ordinary wealthy family. Yin Zijing waited for a long time, watching expectantly.

The appearance of the eunuch before everyone confirmed Yin Zijin's suspicions.

The eunuch stood before the crowd and shouted in a high-pitched voice, "Everyone, receive the imperial decree..." He held a bright yellow imperial decree in his hand, his expression solemn.

Yin Zijin and the others immediately knelt down, their foreheads touching the ground, and shouted in unison, "Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!" Their faces were filled with awe and respect.

The eunuch continued, "By the grace of Heaven, the Emperor decrees: The eldest princess, of noble character, has voluntarily chosen to reside at Fu'an Temple, to practice Buddhism while keeping her hair, and to pray for the well-being of the nation and its people. This is hereby proclaimed throughout the land, so that all may know. So be it!" His voice was clear and resonant, striking deep into the hearts of everyone present.

Everyone present listened in silence, not daring to make a sound. As the eunuch finished reading the imperial edict, the crowd shouted again, "Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"

As everyone rose, a short while later, a delicate, fair hand slowly emerged. Exquisite nail guards adorned the slightly upturned fingers, exuding nobility and elegance. This hand gently extended from the carriage, as if displaying its owner's status and position to the world.

Immediately afterward, a maidservant of about sixteen or seventeen rushed forward, carefully supporting the hand to help her mistress alight from the carriage. A woman in her early twenties appeared before them; she was slender and graceful, with a serene face, giving the impression of being delicate and frail. However, her complexion was slightly pale, and her expression somewhat haggard, as if she had endured many hardships and difficulties.

Upon seeing the woman, everyone immediately shouted in unison, "Long live the princess!"

"Get up, everyone!"

Everyone stood up. Yin Zijing glanced at her and immediately felt that the princess before her was nothing like the princess she remembered. In her mind, a princess was aloof, spirited, powerful, and a person of noble birth. But the princess before her bore too many marks of time, as if life had worn away her edges, and she looked extremely haggard...

The princess seemed to sense a gaze and glanced at Yin Zijing not far away. The princess walked up to Yin Zijing, kindly took her hand, and said, "Before I got married, I heard my brother, the Crown Prince, mention a wonderful person living in Fu'an Temple. Today I've finally met her. Now that we have time, let's chat."

Alright, let's go inside! It's too cold outside, don't get cold..."

The group bowed and followed the princess towards Fu'an Temple...

Unconsciously, Yin Zijing caught a faint fragrance emanating from the princess. The fragrance was normal, but Yin Zijing felt something was off. He tried hard to recall what was strange, but he couldn't figure out what it was. This feeling made him frown, a question lingering in his mind.

After escorting the princess to her lodgings, everyone bowed and departed. Yin Zijing also kowtowed and respectfully said, "Your Highness must be tired from your journey. Please take a good rest and freshen up. If Your Highness is bored, Zijing is always at your service to chat with you and relieve your boredom." His voice was gentle and kind, making everyone feel warm and comfortable.

The princess smiled and nodded in agreement. Yin Zijing stood up, bowed to the princess again, and then slowly left the room.