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

Yin Zijing took a deep breath, took the small pill from Sheng Muling's hand, gently sniffed it, and said with a somewhat uneasy expression, "Your Highness, may I take one of these pills back with me? And may I take some of the incense from the incense burner back with me?" His voice trembled slightly, and his eyes revealed a hint of unease.

Seeing that Yin Zijing's expression was a little off, Sheng Muling quickly asked in confusion, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong? Is there something wrong with the pills? Or is the incense in the incense burner poisonous?"

"That's not right! The imperial physician has examined all these things, and there's nothing wrong with them. They're all beneficial for fertility." Her tone was full of worry, her eyes fixed on Yin Zijing.

Yin Zijing shook his head. He couldn't answer Sheng Muling before he was sure, so he explained, "No, Your Highness. It's just that the pills and the incense from the incense burner have a very unique scent, and I want to take them back to study them." He forced a smile, but the worry in his eyes did not disappear.

Sheng Muling felt slightly relieved after hearing Yin Zijing's words, but still asked with some concern, "Are you really alright? If you need any, I can have someone send you some more. But if there are any problems, be sure to tell me." Her gaze never left Yin Zijing.

Yin Zijin said softly, "Thank you, Your Highness. I will inform you immediately if I find anything." After saying that, he carefully put the pill into his pocket, as if it were a precious treasure. At the same time, he took a small amount of incense from the incense burner, wrapped it in a handkerchief, and handed it to A-Tian beside him.

Sheng Muling had only wanted to chat with Yin Zijing to kill time, but the atmosphere was a bit awkward at the moment. So, she quickly changed the subject: "Zijing, come and try some. These are pastries I made myself. When I was bored at the princess's residence, I would learn to make some pastries to pass the time." As she spoke, she handed a plate of exquisite pastries to Yin Zijing.

Yin Zijing looked at the pastries in front of him, a slight stirring in his heart. These pastries looked exquisite, clearly the result of meticulous preparation. He politely smiled and accepted the plate, taking a small bite. The pastries had a delicate texture and a sweet flavor, prompting him to exclaim, "Delicious!"

Hearing Yin Zijin's praise, Sheng Muling smiled happily. She continued, "Actually, I think making desserts is also a great way to relax and forget your troubles."

Yin Zijing nodded in agreement. He recalled how, when he was bored, he would often do some handicrafts, such as embroidery or reading. Those times always calmed his mind. He said softly, "Yes, some things can indeed bring peace to the heart."

Sheng Muling smiled and continued, "By the way, Zijing, do you know? I used to hear my brother, the Crown Prince, mention you all the time. He said you were intelligent, wise, gentle, kind, calm, and composed. So, I've always been very curious about you. Today, I finally met you and found that you're even better than I imagined."

Upon hearing this, Yin Zijing felt a surge of warmth in his heart. So, this was how His Highness the Crown Prince had described him behind his back. He quickly replied, "Your Highness is mistaken. Zijing is just an ordinary person, not as good as Your Highness makes him out to be."

Sheng Muling shook her head and said earnestly, "No, Zijing, don't be so modest. I believe that the Crown Prince's judgment is definitely correct. We should visit each other more often in the future."

Yin Zijing smiled and agreed. And so, the atmosphere between the two gradually became relaxed and pleasant. They enjoyed the snacks and chatted, and before they knew it, two hours had passed…