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

In her dream, Yin Zixiao's fair skin, tinged with the scent of romance, resembled delicate pink peach blossoms, appearing even more tender and lovely against the backdrop of white marble.

Nestled in A-Tian's arms, Yin Zi-Niao's already shy face was now flushed with a faint blush, like a peach blossom just beginning to bloom in spring, her lowered eyes concealing her bright and lively gaze.

Ah Tian's deep, magnetic voice slowly began, "Niao Niao, I'm sorry, I'm just a eunuch. There are some things I can't do, so I can only use other things to let you experience the pleasures of the mortal world..."

Yin Zixiao was satisfied in both body and mind. Looking at A-Tian beside her, she was very fond of him and quickly whispered, "I have always believed that the harmony between souls is like the most brilliant stars in the night sky reflecting each other, radiating a unique and dazzling light. This harmony is far more important than the mere fusion of the body."

It can transcend physical barriers and bridge the chasm of the heart, binding two hearts tightly together, never to be separated.

Ah Tian smiled and said, "Shall we try again?"

Yin Zixiao giggled and laughed incessantly, boldly saying, "Okay..."

Outside the Red Plum Pavilion, snowflakes drifted down gently in the silent night. The red plum blossoms outside the window were in full bloom, just like Yin Zixiao in her dream. She had a good night's sleep and was truly satisfied.

As dawn broke, Xiaomei had already tidied herself up and prepared everything, waiting for Yin Zixiao to get up. Xiaomei lifted the gauze curtains of the canopy bed one by one, and then she saw Yin Zixiao sleeping soundly on the bed.

Seeing Yin Zixiao's unconscious movements, Xiaomei blushed and quickly called to Yin Zixiao, "Zixiao, get up..."

After being called for a long time, Yin Zixiao, her face beaming with happiness, woke up contentedly: "Xiaomei, Xiaomei, stop calling, I'm awake..."

Xiaomei lifted the covers and hurriedly said, "Miss, look what you've done..."

Looking at what she had done, Yin Zixiao, who was usually carefree, became shy: "What's wrong with me?"

Xiaomei said helplessly, "Oh well, to put it simply, the girl is in love and wants to get married."

Recalling her dream, Yin Zixiao finally adopted a girlish demeanor, quickly getting out of bed with a blush on her face. Xiaomei tidied Yin Zixiao up neatly and efficiently.

Before paying her respects to Madam Zhang, Yin Ziyao would practice the guqin for half an hour and review her books for half an hour before rising to greet her. She had been doing this day after day for a long time.

After putting on the hairpin, Yin Ziyao's eyes lit up: "Xiaomei, let's go to Bizhu Pavilion! Let's play the zither and study together with Zijin. Otherwise, I'm really bored by myself."

Xiaomei smiled and said, "I knew Seventh Miss couldn't stay idle. Let's go find Sixth Miss."

To restrain the Seventh Sister's temperament, Yin Zixiao's ankles were also chained with fine gold chains. Therefore, Yin Zixiao had no choice but to be patient and walk towards Bizhu Pavilion with Xiaomei's arm.

As soon as Yin Zixiao entered Bizhuxuan, she went straight into the inner room and asked, "Where is Zijing? Hasn't she gotten up yet? I'll go check on her in the canopy bed."

The servant quickly stopped her, saying, "Seventh Miss, please wait a moment. Sixth Miss is not available right now..."

Yin Zixiao was fearless by nature, so she rushed into the canopy bed and, as if playing hide-and-seek, passed through layers of soft, swaying floor-length gauze curtains. Listening to the deep and melodious celestial music, the music sometimes flowed gently like a babbling brook into her heart, and sometimes surged like a torrent, stirring her heart.

Yin Zixiao's slender, delicate fingers slowly parted the last layer of thin, misty gauze, as if unveiling a mysterious veil. In an instant, her eyes widened, a strong sense of shock shooting through her body like an electric current, leaving her frozen in place.

Yin Zixiao stared blankly at the naked Yin Zijing, her heart filled with endless doubt and unease. Her soft lips parted slightly, as if she had a thousand words to say but didn't know where to begin. In the end, she could only murmur, "What are you doing? Atian, why did you spank Zijing? What did she do wrong?"

Zhou, the old woman standing nearby, was massaging the wound with a complicated expression... Upon seeing this, Yin Zixiao's eyes flashed with a hint of embarrassment, but more so with confusion. She couldn't help but mutter softly.

Her words revealed her confusion and helplessness at the chaotic scene before her, as if she were in a strange and absurd dream, but this dream seemed familiar, as if she had experienced it in a brothel.

Yin Zijing's eyes were already red from the grievances and unease in his heart, and tears seemed ready to spill at any moment. He stared intently at Yin Zixiao in front of him, his eyes filled with panic and helplessness. Seeing her approach, he reacted like a startled deer, hurriedly and clumsily trying to cover his exposed parts with his sleeves, his movements extremely awkward and unnatural.

At the same time, he lowered his voice and said with a hint of pleading, "Granny Zhou, is that enough? Let's leave it at that for now! I know I may look a little disheveled right now, but please don't continue."

"By evening, Zijing will obediently follow your arrangements and let you do as you please, I only beg you not to humiliate me like this again." His words revealed deep fear and helplessness, as if he had fallen into an inescapable predicament.

Yin Zijing's heart felt as if it had been slammed to the ground and shattered into pieces. The sound of the shattering echoed in his heart for a long time. In just one short day since he returned, he felt as if he had been laid naked in front of everyone and publicly executed. Every gaze was like a sharp thorn, piercing him to the bone.

He felt that he was no longer a person with flesh and blood, thoughts and feelings, but just an object to be played with and admired by others, powerless to resist.

His already dwindling dignity vanished like a wisp of smoke, scattered without a trace by the merciless wind, as if it had never existed. He lay there, his eyes filled with confusion and pain, unsure how to cope with this sudden turn of events, his heart overflowing with bitterness.

Granny Zhou smiled and said, "Really? Alright then! Madam gave us a few of the most powerful golden bees, let's use them tonight! They're really good stuff. Miss, you should savor them carefully."

Then Granny Zhou brought over a bowl of cold medicine and instructed, "Miss, drink this! Madam said that with the grand selection approaching, the usual one bowl of cold medicine a day has been increased to two bowls a day, and the dosage has also increased significantly. From now on, Miss, don't study anything in the mornings. Take good care of your health."