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

Meanwhile, inside the Red Plum Pavilion, all was quiet and warm. Yin Ziyao, dressed in a soft red nightgown, resembled a red plum blossom blooming in winter. She carefully combed her long, damp hair, water droplets slowly dripping down her strands, glistening like pearls. But her thoughts had long since drifted away.

After bathing and changing, she slowly lay down in the quilt that exuded a faint fragrance of plum blossoms, but she just couldn't fall asleep.

Xiaomei was on duty tonight. All the maids and servants in the room had left. Xiaomei put on a thick coat, which was embroidered with delicate patterns and shimmered faintly in the dim light.

She carefully added a few handfuls of fine golden charcoal to the iron stove. The golden charcoal made a slight "crackling" sound when it burned, like the most beautiful notes in winter.

Then, she picked up the scissors and gently cut out the candle wick, leaving only a tiny glimmer of light flickering in the darkness. That glimmer of light was like a lonely star, silently guarding the night.

Xiaomei yawned widely, a hint of weariness flashing in her eyes, but she forced herself to stay awake and walked to the side of the canopy bed. There was a small, exquisite bed there, where the maids kept watch at night. Xiaomei gently took off her embroidered shoes, adorned with delicate flowers, and then nimbly slipped into bed.

She lay quietly in bed, her thoughts drifting away, recalling what had just happened in the Green Bamboo Pavilion. Xiaomei called softly, "Seventh Miss, is Seventh Miss asleep?"

A short while later, inside the canopy bed, Yin Zixiao asked softly, "Sister Xiaomei, what's wrong?"

Xiaomei quickly spoke up, "Miss, do you know why A-Tian refers to himself as a servant instead of a slave?"

Yin Zixiao shook her head and said, "I wonder if Sister Xiaomei could answer my question?"

Xiaomei quickly explained, "That's because Atian was chosen by the madam for the sixth young lady. Besides the things that servants do, there are other things that need to be done by him. He is the maid who teaches the sixth young lady about bedroom matters and the proper etiquette between husband and wife."

"Does Seventh Miss understand? Ah Tian is Sixth Miss's roommate."

Yin Zixiao suddenly realized and said, "Oh, I see! No wonder Zijing didn't want to give Atian to me. Does Zijing like Atian?"

Xiaomei shook her head and said, "That's Madam's idea. Sixth Miss probably doesn't like A-Tian. There's not a trace of liking in Sixth Miss's eyes."

But Niao Niao, the way you looked at A Tian was full of joy and affection, which anyone could see. Otherwise, the Sixth Sister wouldn't have said those words.

"Seventh Miss, you're all grown up now. People's hearts are unpredictable. You'd better be more careful in the future. If you're used by someone with ulterior motives, not only will A-Tian not survive, but even you, Seventh Miss, will at the very least end up having your hair cut off and becoming a nun."

Yin Zijing instantly felt a sharp chill on the top of her head and quickly said, "I understand, Sister Xiaomei, is it really that serious...?"

As the two chatted, Yin Zixiao's originally bright eyes gradually became hazy, and her consciousness gradually blurred. After a while, she fell into a deep sleep.

In this dreamlike realm, Yin Zixiao seemed to have entered a breathtaking fairyland. The mist here drifted gently like a veil, enveloping every corner, a beauty that took her breath away.

Everywhere you look, there are exquisite carved beams and painted rafters, their magnificent patterns seemingly telling the story of time; the babbling brook flows under your feet, making a crisp and melodious sound, complementing the surrounding scenery perfectly.

The pavilions and towers are exquisitely crafted, some soaring into the clouds, others graceful and delicate, standing majestically in this fairyland, as if they were the dwelling place of immortals.

Filled with curiosity, Yin Zixiao couldn't help but cautiously look around. Her slender fingers gently brushed against the carved railing beside her. As she walked, she suddenly noticed a pavilion made of white marble not far ahead.

The pure white jade shimmered with a holy light under the sunlight, as if it were a treasure descended from the celestial realm to the mortal world. The eaves of the pavilion soared high, like eagles spreading their wings to take flight; the windows were carved with various exquisite patterns, some depicting dancing fairies, others depicting galloping auspicious beasts, all so lifelike that they seemed about to come to life at any moment.

Yin Zixiao was captivated by the mysterious and beautiful pavilion. She unconsciously began to walk towards it. Reaching the pavilion, she looked at the plaque above and murmured, "The Pavilion of Love and Lust..."

In that instant, the magnificent pavilion seemed to be enveloped by a strange light, and then, a man dressed in extremely exquisite attire slowly emerged. He wore a magnificent robe, embroidered with intricate and beautiful patterns that shimmered like twinkling stars, and a brightly colored belt was tied around his waist, fluttering gently in the wind, adding to his ethereal appearance.

His hair was meticulously combed and secured at the back of his head with a jade hairpin. A few strands of hair fell across his forehead, slightly obscuring his deep and bright eyes, giving him an air of both refined elegance and a touch of mystery.

The man walked with elegant steps and slowly extended a hand toward Yin Zijing, who was standing not far away. His eyes revealed an expectation and longing, as if he were inviting Yin Zijing to join him.

He said with irresistible charm, "Niao Niao, the world's beauty is boundless, the ultimate joy in human life. Come with me! I will take you to experience firsthand that intoxicating bliss..." His voice was deep and magnetic, echoing in the air like flowing water, drawing people in and making them want to follow in his footsteps.

Excitement gleamed in Yin Zixiao's eyes as she exclaimed with ecstasy, "Ah Tian, ​​it really is Ah Tian!" Her once bright eyes now seemed shrouded in a mist, as if she had lost her mind, and a strange impulse surged within her.

She eagerly placed her jade-like white hand gently into the man's. The rough touch made her heart skip a beat, and her face instantly turned as red as a ripe apple. She lowered her head slightly and whispered, "If it really is Ah Tian, ​​I am willing to give up everything and go with you to experience the legendary bliss on earth."

The man took Yin Zixiao's hand and then led her quickly up to the pavilion. Time seemed to slow down along the way, and every step felt like it was treading on Yin Zixiao's heart.

The moment they stepped into the attic, the entire space seemed to be filled with an unusual atmosphere. The cold white marble bed in their dream, which usually radiated a chilling light, gradually warmed up.

Then, a series of unexpected and bizarre romantic encounters unfolded here, scenes as dreamlike as a fantasy, filled with endless allure and mystery...