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

Then, Granny Liu stepped forward and bowed. Granny Liu still harbored resentment about what had just happened to Ruhe, and seemed unwilling to let Yin Zijin have an easy time.

But Liu Mama didn't show it on her face and reported normally: "Madam, the sixth young lady's cherry lips are really too small. If they are not enlarged a bit, I'm afraid the sixth young lady will suffer a lot because of this in the future. This is no small matter. Madam, you must consider it carefully."

Zhang narrowed her eyes slightly, a sly glint in them, and slowly said, "The ice cellar in the kitchen of the Yin family usually stores a considerable number of fully ripe soft persimmons!"

Every night before going to sleep, the servants would carefully hang five soft persimmons from the roof beam, and our sixth daughter would open her cherry-like mouth slightly to lick the hanging persimmons.

However, there's a trick to it; you have to strictly follow the instructions. You absolutely must lick three soft persimmons until the juice drips down your chin. The other two, however, must remain perfectly intact, as flawless as if they were just picked from the tree.

Zhou Mama and Liu Mama exchanged a glance, both of them understanding. They were slightly taken aback at first, then a smile appeared on their faces, and they quickly replied knowingly, "Yes, Madam, don't worry, we will handle this matter properly and will not let you down."

Then, Zhang said with a solemn expression, "Then this cooling medicine must be given to the Sixth Miss on time every day. There can be no slackening. This is a matter of great importance concerning her health."

The ointment must be used continuously and must not be stopped. My requirement for a curvy figure is not just empty talk; it must be achieved slowly through these moisturizing creams, jade lotion, and milk. Don't feel bad about spending money on those things. As long as it can make Sixth Sister more beautiful and charming, it's worth it no matter how much it costs.

Moreover, it must be used on Sixth Sister every single day without fail, not for a single moment. Now that the election is fast approaching, there can be absolutely no carelessness or ambiguity; Sixth Sister must be in the best possible condition to participate.

In addition, we should teach Sixth Miss more about matters of the bedroom, since she will become a concubine in the future, and she cannot be ignorant of this aspect.

As for housekeeping, just learn the basics. The main thing is to focus on serving your husband well. If your husband is satisfied, everything else is negotiable.

Upon hearing this, Granny Zhou quickly bowed again and said, "Madam, rest assured, this old servant will arrange everything properly and will not let you down."

After arranging everything, Zhang looked at Yin Zijing, who was crying silently, and a complex emotion welled up in her heart. She quickly said, "Alright, stop crying. From now on, let He, this girl, go out to handle things for you! She will come back on time every day to give you a detailed report on the situation outside."

However, Zijing, you'd better rein in your restless heart. From now on, you must not go out casually anymore. Stay obediently in this secluded boudoir. Unless you get my permission, you are absolutely not allowed to step out of this Yimei Courtyard.

You need to prepare well for the election. Even if it's already been decided internally, the procedures still need to be followed.

Then, Ah Tian walked forward slowly with steady steps, carefully and gently tying the red string from the bodice to Yin Zijing's fair and delicate neck and back, as if putting an invisible shackle on him.

It was as if they were giving her a special protection, the meticulousness and focus, the tenderness and care revealed in their actions.

Then they helped Yin Zijin put on her clothes one by one. Yin Zijin got off the chaise longue, and with her delicate three-inch golden lotus feet, she kowtowed and said, "Zijin kowtows to greet you, Mother. It's getting late, you should rest early!"

Zhang waved her hand and said, "Go! Go back and tidy up, then get some rest."

Then he looked at A-Tian beside Yin Zijing and instructed him, "You are a eunuch, a castrated slave. You have received professional training in those skills of serving others. You will teach Sixth Miss from now on, especially matters of the bedroom."

Ah Tian quickly kowtowed and said, "Yes, Madam. This servant will definitely teach Sixth Miss well."

After everything was over, Yin Zijing was exhausted. She walked with Granny Zhou and the others towards Bizhu Pavilion behind Yimei Courtyard. That was Yin Zijing's boudoir before she left the Yin family mansion. Now she had returned here. After crossing the small red gate, the one guarding the small red gate was no longer Qinghua, but a strange, nameless maid.

After Yin Zijin and the others passed through the small red gate, the maid immediately locked it.

Yin Zijing lowered his head slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of helplessness and self-mockery. As he walked slowly, he said with a bitter smile, "Ruhe, look at you, you are so much braver than me. As for me, I am like a complete coward, always shrinking back when faced with problems. How can I be as decisive and resolute as you?"

Ruhe hurriedly stepped forward to support Yin Zijin, her eyes full of concern. She said anxiously, "Miss, you are a person of high status and wealth. How can you compare yourself to me? I come from a poor family and have known the hardships of the world since I was a child."

Even the slave's own parents saw her as nothing more than a tool they could discard and use at any time. As long as those so-called 'benefits' were in front of them, they would not hesitate to use the slave for their son's future. Why couldn't the slave live as she pleased?

But you are completely different, young lady! You come from the Yin family, one of the four great aristocratic families. Your every move and word is constantly being watched. Therefore, you cannot make decisions casually, nor can you easily violate those annoying rules, much less act as you please like a servant…”

By this time, the sky had gradually darkened, and night had quietly fallen. The once bustling and noisy Yin residence had become somewhat deserted. In the vast two-story pavilion, only the distinguished mistress, Yin Yin Zi Niao, now resided.

As evening fell, the entire attic was brightly lit, the warm light shining through the windows onto the snow, reflecting a soft halo. Yin Zijing walked lightly on the snow, each step making a crisp crunching sound, as if telling of her inner loneliness and bewilderment.

He walked step by step into the attic, his back looking somewhat lonely. When he reached the door, Xiaolan was already there to greet Yin Zijin and the others.

Eight years have passed, and the attic's appearance remains unchanged. The only change is the wooden staircase.