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

Sheng Yiming quickly followed, forcing a smile to hide his embarrassment, and said enthusiastically, "Come on, everyone, hurry up and catch up! This restaurant is very famous in Kyoto, I'm a regular customer! Let me recommend some of their signature dishes and specialties to you after you sit down! I guarantee you'll have a delicious meal!"

Looking around, Yin Zijing nodded in satisfaction, thinking to herself, "No wonder the business at Pinxianglou is still so booming in this freezing winter. It's well-deserved."

He entered the private room and found the environment exceptionally tranquil and pleasant. A long, low couch stood by the window, covered with soft cushions and pillows. In the center of the couch was a small table with a delicate stove on it, on which a pot of fine wine was simmering. Lying on the couch, sipping the wine, and admiring the snowy scenery outside the window was truly a unique and delightful experience.

The entrance to the private room is also unique; it's not a typical wooden door, but a short glass curtain. This design allows those sitting on the low couch to have a direct view of the stage in the center of the second floor.

At this moment, a young woman is playing an elegant tune on the stage, while an old man plays the guqin beside her; the melodious music echoes throughout the space. Here, one can while away an entire day in the depths of winter, sipping fine wine and listening to captivating music.

A young woman's bound feet are something she absolutely avoids being seen by men; generally, those who come to Pinxiang Pavilion are men, and there are almost no women. Sheng Yixuan's broad shoulders blocked Sheng Yiming's view.

Yin Zijing took off her three-inch slippers and leaned back on the low couch. Sheng Yixuan quickly covered Yin Zijing's legs with a thin blanket and touched her cold, bound feet. He then placed the hand warmer he was holding next to Yin Zijing's bound feet.

Then Sheng Yixuan sat down next to Yin Zijin. Sheng Yiming looked at the interaction between the two, a complicated expression showing in his bitter eyes, and quickly said, "You two take a rest. The waiter hasn't come yet. I'll go downstairs to order first."

Sheng Yixuan quickly instructed, "Order another pot of hot jasmine tea. Hot jasmine tea is mild and sweet, suitable for Sixth Miss. Also, order two plates of pastries."

Sheng Yiming nodded and quickly walked out. Sheng Yixuan sat on the edge of the bed, gently holding Yin Zijing's cold little feet with his warm hands, and said with heartache, "Why are your feet so cold? And wet? Haven't you taken off that thin gold chain yet?"

Yin Zijing removed his white veil, frowned slightly, and explained softly, "The soles of these three-inch slippers are too thin and soft, just a thin layer. If there's even a little water on the ground, the shoes will get soaked. Not to mention it's snowing today! And the nanny said that this thin gold chain can only be removed after the wedding." His voice carried a hint of grievance and helplessness.

Looking at the beautiful yet fragile person before him, Sheng Yixuan felt a surge of protectiveness. He gently stroked her bound feet with his large, warm hand, trying to convey some warmth to her. At the same time, he realized how unfair these cumbersome rules and constraints were to a woman.

Seeing Sheng Yixuan's somewhat serious expression, Yin Zijing smiled gently, her smile as delicate and alluring as a blooming peach blossom. She blinked, her eyes sparkling with mischievousness: "Speaking of which, Brother Crown Prince, the nanny said that these bound feet can only be shown to one's husband. But we're not married yet, so it's not appropriate for you to stare at my feet like that! Brother Crown Prince, you're so naughty~" As she spoke, Yin Zijing's small feet dangled in Sheng Yixuan's hands, her petite and exquisite appearance evoking a sense of pity.

Yin Zijing's delicate brows furrowed slightly, as if she were subtly complaining about Sheng Yixuan. However, a smile remained on her face, a smile as warm as the spring sunshine, illuminating the entire room. At that moment, she was like a newly blossoming flower, shy yet captivating, truly endearing.

Sheng Yixuan finally relaxed. He gently reached out and softly stroked Yin Zijing's nose, his eyes filled with doting affection. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly as he whispered, "I'll move, I'll move. What's wrong? Don't you want to marry me? Or do you not like me? Hmm?" After saying that, he deliberately raised his eyebrows, teasing him on purpose.

As the two were cuddling, a fat, muscular man on the second-floor stage grabbed a girl singing a folk song and leered, "How much money can you earn singing this little tune? Come with me, and I'll take you to eat and drink the finest food and drink, and you can choose any gold and silver jewelry you want." With that, he prepared to pull the girl into a private room.

The young girl, her face contorted with refusal and resistance, cried out, "Sir, please spare me! I perform, I don't sell my body. I'm just trying to make a living; I have elderly relatives at home who need my care..."

The burly man, unable to get her into a private room after trying for so long, impatiently let go, slapped the girl hard, and cursed, "You're already out here selling your smiles, what are you pretending to be, a virtuous woman? Have you ever seen a respectable girl showing her face here selling her smiles? I'm doing you a favor by taking a liking to you, don't be ungrateful."

His slap was extremely hard, knocking the girl to the ground, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. She covered her face, her eyes filled with terror and grievance, but she still insisted, "Sir, I was really just performing, please let me go."

The man remained unmoved. Instead, he stepped forward, pinned the girl's hand down with his foot, and said viciously, "If you don't come with me today, you're not leaving here!"

Those around them cast sympathetic glances, but only the waiter tried to console him, saying, "Sir, please calm down. Don't get angry with a maid..."

Seeing the scene before her, Yin Zijing gripped Sheng Yixuan's arm tighter and her expression darkened. Sheng Yixuan gently patted Yin Zijing's hand, glanced at her, and then walked out.

Yin Zijing thought to herself, "How many TV dramas and novels have used this kind of scene? It's so cliché! But it's a real-life example of human suffering. It's precisely because it happens so often that it's been adapted for the screen and written into stories..."

Yin Zijing frowned deeply, her face pale as she looked outside. A short while later, Sheng Yiming entered. Seeing Yin Zijing alone in the private room, Sheng Yiming sat down on the other side of the low table. He asked, "Feng Yu, have you really fallen for the Crown Prince?"

Yin Zijing snapped out of her daze and nodded, saying, "Zhang Peng, didn't you see it?"

Sheng Yiming said somewhat agitatedly, "Yin Fengyu, then what am I? We've lived two lifetimes, why don't you even look at me?"

Yin Zijing pointed outside and said, "Take a look, and you'll understand."