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

Xiaolan smiled and stepped forward, quickly bowing: "Greetings to the young lady."

Yin Zijing quickly helped Xiaolan up and greeted her, "Sister Xiaolan, it's been so long, how have you been?"

Xiaolan quickly said, "Miss, you flatter me. I dare not accept the title of 'sister.' It's cold outside, Miss, let's go inside!" Yin Zijing searched for a long time but couldn't find the stairs.

Xiaolan knew what Yin Zijin was looking for, and quickly said, "Miss, follow me, the stairs are inside the house."

As Yin Zijing followed Xiaolan slowly into the reception room with a puzzled look on her face, there was a small, quiet room in a corner next to the reception room.

At this moment, two burly old women, as strong as oxen, stood guard here, like two unshakeable statues.

The two old women bowed to Yin Zijin and carefully lifted the heavy wooden staircase little by little, placing it steadily in a corner of the room, cleverly connecting it to the second floor.

One of the old women bowed slightly and walked forward with steady, powerful steps. Her rough hands gripped the handrail tightly as she stepped onto the wooden stairs.

As her pace quickened, the wooden staircase creaked softly, as if telling a story of bygone years. When she finally reached the top of the stairs, she didn't rush forward, but gently tapped the square plank with her hand.

In an instant, an old woman on the second floor, as if she had been waiting for a long time, quickly and forcefully lifted a square board upwards. Her movements were swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

Upon opening the door, the two old women quickly walked up to Yin Zijing, bowed respectfully, and said, "Miss, you may go up now."

Yin Zijing frowned slightly, but still nodded. His small, delicate feet, bound by gold chains, seemed a little unsteady at the moment. Yin Zijing carefully held onto the handrail as he walked up, afraid of falling.

Yin Zijing had initially worried that her bound feet, secured by a delicate gold chain, wouldn't be able to climb the stairs. However, the stairs seemed to have been specially designed for young ladies, their height just right. Yin Zijing went up to the second floor, and Granny Zhou and the others followed.

After everyone had gone up one after another, the two old women on the first floor deftly moved the originally steadily placed staircase away, making a slight but clear friction sound, as if to tell the story of this strict rule.

The old woman on the second floor calmly and gently placed the square slab, which looked like a thick stone slab, down. Her movements were precise and skillful, as if she had done it countless times.

Yin Zijing frowned slightly, a hint of discomfort on his face. He asked softly, "Is it really necessary to be so strict? Isn't this imprisoning unmarried women in this small attic?"

Granny Zhou still wore a faint smile on her face, but her eyes revealed a hint of helplessness and emotion. She slowly said, "Generally speaking, in wealthy families like ours, the women's boudoirs follow these regulations."

After all, in order to better regulate the women's behavior and help them develop good habits, only a narrow, movable staircase was set up in this boudoir.

Without this staircase, the young lady would naturally not be able to go downstairs. Unless she really disregarded her own safety and jumped off the second floor, she would not be able to easily leave this attic.

Moreover, this is also to protect the girls' innocence and reputation, so that they can truly calm down and have a quiet place to learn etiquette and rules in peace..."

As they were talking, Yin Zijin and her entourage leisurely arrived at Bizhu Pavilion. Stepping into Bizhu Pavilion, the scene was as familiar as ever, but both inside and out had been carefully cleaned, making it exceptionally neat and refreshing.

The Green Bamboo Pavilion was bustling with activity. Yin Ziyao was sitting leisurely at the exquisite octagonal table in the outer room, her eyes smiling as she eagerly awaited Yin Zijin's arrival.

As she heard Yin Zijin's footsteps approaching, an overwhelming joy welled up in Yin Zijin's heart. She hurriedly stood up and ran over as if she had wings on her feet.

Seeing this, Xiaomei, who was following closely behind, became anxious and quickly shouted, "Girl, slow down! You still have that thin gold chain on your ankle, be careful not to fall..."

However, before she could finish speaking, Yin Zixiao had already thrown herself into Yin Zijing's arms. Caught off guard, Yin Zijing stumbled backward. Fortunately, Atian behind him reacted quickly and reached out to support Yin Zijing's slender waist, allowing him to barely maintain his balance and avoid the embarrassing situation of falling to the ground.

After regaining her balance, Yin Zijin hurriedly said, "Niao Niao, slow down! What if you fall?"

At this moment, Yin Zixiao realized that her actions were somewhat rash. She quickly stopped, looking slightly embarrassed, and then raised her hand to straighten her clothes.

Only then did she slowly raise her head, staring intently at Yin Zijing before her, her eyes gleaming with complex emotions, as if she had a thousand words to say. Yin Zijing said excitedly, "Zijing, do you know? Ever since my second sister got married, I haven't had anyone to talk to in this second-floor pavilion."

Three years ago, my mother said she wanted to toughen me up, so she had the staircase removed. For three years, I haven't left this attic; I'm so frustrated!

Yin Zijin and Yin Ziniao sat on stools around the octagonal table and chatted idly. Yin Zijin asked, "Impossible! Ziniao, you're talking nonsense again! Don't you pay your respects to Mother every day?"

Yin Zijing pouted and said with some grievance, "Please! After I paid my respects, my mother locked me in the attic again. Zijing, I can't live like this anymore."

Yin Zijing understood Yin Zini's personality well. She was originally a bird that flew freely, but now her wings had been clipped and she was locked in a cage. Yin Zijing was a lively and carefree person, so she had been feeling stifled for a long time.

The two were chatting happily, their words filled with endless joy and tacit understanding. In that moment, Yin Zixiao's bright eyes lifted and, as if by magic, she instantly saw a tall, handsome man who looked as if he had stepped out of a painting.

He was incomparably handsome and incredibly alluring, yet his posture was as upright as a pine tree, every line of which seemed to be meticulously sculpted. His deep eyes seemed to hold the stars and the sea, radiating an irresistible charm.

At this moment, Yin Zijin was as if struck by a bright light, completely stunned. Her eyes, which were originally sparkling like black gemstones, were now frozen in place, staring blankly at the man. She couldn't help but exclaim, "Zijin, what a handsome man!"

The voice was filled with amazement and fascination, as if nothing else in the world could compare. A strange emotion welled up in her heart, like a deer pounding in her chest, while the man's image was deeply imprinted in her mind, unforgettable for a long time.