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

Sheng Yiming stared blankly at the other person, a nameless anxiety welling up inside him. He frowned, his tone slightly anxious: "What exactly do you mean? Stop playing games with me! Just say what you want to say, don't make me guess!" His eyes revealed a hint of urgency, an eagerness to know the other person's true intentions.

Yin Zijing gave a bitter smile, her voice tinged with helplessness: "I've always known how you feel, but I've told you, both openly and subtly, many times that we're really not on the same path. Take what just happened, for example."

Sheng Yixuan understands my thoughts; sometimes, we can understand each other with just a glance. Although he is the Crown Prince, he can set aside his status to help a lonely and pitiful girl.

Although he is from ancient times and may not fully understand my thoughts and ideas, he is willing to believe in me and respect my opinions.

But what about you? You are far too cold-blooded and heartless. You are so indifferent to what is happening outside, able to walk in as if nothing happened, and then ruthlessly question me, interrogating me about my relationship with His Highness the Crown Prince.

Looking around at the others, they didn't choose to ignore it; instead, they observed and reflected. That's the difference between us. So we're fundamentally not on the same path, why force ourselves together? And in the end, we'll only end up hating each other. And this is just one example.

A bitter smile appeared on Sheng Yiming's face. He shook his head slightly, his tone tinged with helplessness and anger: "Am I wrong? This era is so indifferent; people only care about their own interests and often choose to turn a blind eye to the plight of others. And you? Yin Fengyu, you always have a saintly heart, always wanting to save others. Do you think that's right?"

He took a deep breath and continued, “Coming to this ancient world, so feudal and ignorant, so stubborn and inflexible, this is reality! We cannot change the world, we can only adapt to it. And you, you are still immersed in your own fantasy, thinking that you can save everyone with your own strength. You are too naive, Yin Fengyu, you are really too naive.”

At this point, Sheng Yiming's voice rose slightly. He glared at Yin Fengyu, his eyes flashing with anger: "Besides, don't forget, you're in deep trouble yourself. If you can't even save yourself, how can you save others?"

Your so-called kindness and compassion will only drag you deeper into this mess, until you can't escape it. Stop being foolish, Yin Fengyu, put away your ridiculous saintly heart." Sheng Yiming's words were like a sharp sword, piercing straight into Yin Fengyu's heart.

Tears welled up in Yin Zijing's eyes. He knew his problem; he knew he was being too compassionate. But everyone is different—different personalities, different values…

Yin Zijin stubbornly said, "Yes, I have a saintly heart. So you and I are not the same kind of people. Why are you forcing me?"

His voice trembled with tears, his eyes resolute yet filled with anguish. He didn't want to argue, but he couldn't change his mind. He hoped the other person could understand him, even just a little.

A cold smile curled at the corner of Sheng Yiming's lips as he strode quickly to Yin Zijing. He stretched out a large, powerful hand and gripped Yin Zijing's slender wrist tightly, as if he wanted to crush it. Then, without any mercy, he ripped off the covers from Yin Zijing's body, revealing her delicate, small, bound feet.

His gaze was piercing, filled with mockery and ridicule. His fingers gently hooked the delicate gold chain on Yin Zijin's bound feet, playing with her bound feet as if they were a toy.

Then, in a sarcastic tone, he said, "Yin Fengyu, look at yourself now! Bound by these tiny bound feet, and crying all the time. Have you forgotten? You are a dignified man, not some delicate woman. Are you really willing to become neither man nor woman?"

When we first met, I told you I'd take you away, but you wouldn't. Fine, I'd stay with you. All these years later, you've fallen for someone else. When I saw you and the Crown Prince so intimately connected, I was consumed by jealousy. I can't take it anymore, and there's no need to.

His voice was cold and ruthless, each word like a sharp knife piercing Yin Zijing's heart. Yin Zijing's eyes widened, tears welling up, but he dared not let a single drop fall. He bit his lip, trying to break free from Sheng Yiming's grasp, but his strength was too great, rendering him immobile.

Looking at his pitiful appearance, Sheng Yixuan felt a surge of pleasure. He liked seeing him so helpless, because only then could he feel his own strength. He continued to mock, "What, did I say something wrong? Or do you just like wearing women's clothes and jewelry, wanting to become a real woman?"

"If you want to become a woman, I can help you! Right?"

His words, like poisoned arrows, pierced Yin Zijing's heart deeply. With red eyes, Yin Zijing said, "I was only five years old then. How could I know what kind of person you were? If I went with you and didn't obey, I would have become your concubine!"

After all, I was young then, without a travel permit or status. You, a prince of the Great Sheng Dynasty, have an even easier time manipulating me!

I know what kind of person you are, so I don't want to. But we're still friends, and I don't want to turn against you.

He knew that if he really went with Zhang Peng, he would be forced to do so even if he didn't want to. A man without a name or status would eventually be reduced to a plaything, an object that could be manipulated at will.

Yin Zijing struggled desperately, but found he couldn't budge Sheng Yiming an inch. He felt like a lamb to the slaughter, completely at Sheng Yiming's mercy. Sheng Yiming, meanwhile, watched him with a mocking expression, a smug glint in his eyes. He slowly raised his hand, gently pinching Yin Zijing's chin, lifting his face so he was forced to look directly into his eyes.

“Yin Fengyu, remember, you’re a man now. Whether in ancient times or modern times, you’re mine. We’ll see!” Sheng Yiming said softly, his tone full of threat and provocation. Yin Zijing’s eyes widened as she glared angrily at Sheng Yiming.

Sheng Yiming smiled slightly and said, "Although you are a man, after more than ten years of training and upbringing in the Yin family, you seem to be even more delicious than you were in modern times."

And Feng Yu, remember this: I have dirt on you. You're a man, you know! If the Yin family, the palace, and the whole world knew you were a man, what would your fate be? You should know. And your relationship with Sheng Yixuan will probably end without a trace!