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

Zhang lowered her head slightly, looking down at Li, who was kneeling on the ground, her body trembling. She moved gracefully to Li's side, then elegantly took out a beautifully embroidered handkerchief from her sleeve and gently bent down to wipe away the tears that kept rolling down Li's eyes.

Madam Zhang's lips curled slightly, revealing a half-smile, and she said softly, "Look at you, crying so pitifully, it's truly endearing. This pitiful look of yours is most effective with the master."

Hurry up and wipe away your tears! We still need to see Sixth Sister later! If you go there crying like this, people will think something terrible has happened.

Upon hearing Zhang's words, Li hurriedly scrambled to her feet, wiping away the crisscrossing tear tracks on her face as she replied, "Yes, yes, Madam is absolutely right. I will never cry again." After saying this, she took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself down.

Before long, a sturdy old woman had already moved a slightly worn wooden staircase. Zhang and Li carefully stepped onto the narrow and steep stairs.

Before long, the group arrived at the entrance of Bizhu Pavilion. Granny Zhou hurriedly came out to greet them: "Greetings to Madam, greetings to Concubine Li..."

Granny Zhou hurriedly ushered her into the room. As Zhang Shi walked forward, she asked, "Granny Zhou, how is Sixth Miss?"

Granny Zhou followed closely behind and reported, "Sixth Miss has developed a high fever and is feeling dizzy and weak. She can't even eat breakfast. Ah Tian is patiently feeding her bite by bite."

He slowly stepped into the magnificent canopy bed, and what came into view was a woman as delicate and beautiful as Lin Daiyu. Her face was as pale as paper, as if she had no color in her skin, but her cheeks were flushed with a faint blush, like two blooming peach blossoms, exuding a sickly shyness.

Beneath that breathtakingly beautiful face, her brows, as delicate as smoke and mist, were slightly furrowed, and her eyes shimmered with tears, like glistening dewdrops on lotus leaves in the early morning, seemingly filled with endless sorrow that could not be dispelled.

At this moment, this delicate beauty leaned weakly against the soft bed, a few thin strands of hair falling gently across her forehead, adding to her endearing charm. She wore a light pink undergarment with exquisite embroidery on the collar, giving her an exceptionally elegant appearance.

On her fair and slender wrists were a pair of exquisitely crafted silver bracelets, which made a crisp and melodious sound from time to time with the movement of her arms.

However, her thin and delicate body was only lightly covered by a purple quilt, which made people feel sorry for her.

Ah Tian carefully scooped up a spoonful of bird's nest porridge with a delicate silver spoon and gently held it to Yin Zijin's cherry-like lips, softly urging, "Miss, please eat a little! Your body is already weak, how can you hold on if you don't eat something to replenish your nutrition? Besides, you'll need to drink herbal medicine later."

Upon hearing this, Yin Zijing's tears streamed down her face uncontrollably, and she said in a sob, "Ah Tian, ​​it's not that I don't want to eat, it's just that I'm in so much pain, I have no appetite at all..."

Just then, Yin Zijing, who had heard the commotion, thought it would be Yin Ziniao who came in, and looked up. To his surprise, he saw Zhang Shi and the others. He hurriedly struggled to get up to greet them, and at the same time urgently called out to A-Tian, ​​"A-Tian, ​​quickly help me up, Mother and Aunt have come to visit me."

Zhang hurried to the bedside, reached out her fair and well-maintained hand, and gently touched Yin Zijing's forehead. Her brows furrowed slightly, and she said with concern and a hint of reproach, "Look at you, child. Since you're feeling so unwell, don't force yourself to get up. Sigh, why are you doing this? You're just making yourself suffer."

She paused briefly before continuing, "Women in our grand mansions should stay quietly in their chambers, comfortably enjoying the service of servants. But you, you insist on saying such disrespectful things, making everyone unhappy."

In my opinion, Granny Zhou was absolutely right to punish you this time. If you hadn't been given a severe beating, you probably wouldn't have learned your lesson.

At this point, Madam Zhang's tone became increasingly stern: "From today until the New Year, you will stay here in your boudoir and remain confined! You are not allowed to go anywhere. Take good care of your health. Do not wander around during the day, and you are even exempt from paying your respects."

Then, as if remembering something, Zhang added, "Oh, right, remember to copy a copy of 'Women's Precepts' every day and give it to Granny Zhou so she can bring it to me for inspection. Also, you must eat the persimmons on time every day, but those persimmons must be eaten slowly, licking them slowly, that way they taste the best."

Finally, Zhang's lips curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile: "And also, now that you're bedridden, what about your birth mother, Aunt Li? Speaking of your birth mother, although she came from a brothel, her skills in serving others were quite superb!"

From now on, let her teach you about bedroom matters. After all, a girl will eventually get married, and it's good for her to know a little about these things between men and women, so as not to embarrass herself in the future.

Aunt Li is just feeling embarrassed and hasn't made up her mind yet. You two should think it over yourselves! I'm telling you, once you've thought it through, Aunt Li can come to Yimei Courtyard every three days from now on.”

Oh! By the way, Sixth Miss. Aunt Li was worried about your illness, so she came to see you specially today…”

Upon hearing Zhang's words, Li's face instantly turned deathly pale. She hurriedly reached out and tightly grasped Zhang's sleeve, a surge of indescribable fear and panic welling up within her: "This is truly killing someone by attacking their spirit! Every word is like an incredibly sharp knife, each one piercing the vitals, yet killing without leaving a trace of blood!"

Li knew perfectly well that Zhang was actually a boy. Yet now she was proposing that his own mother teach him about matters of the bedroom, which was an unbearable humiliation and torture.

Thinking of this, Li felt as if she were in a frozen wasteland, her whole body cold and at a loss.

"How am I supposed to get along with Sixth Miss from now on? How am I supposed to face this awkward and embarrassing situation? Zhang actually said it in front of Sixth Miss, didn't she give me a chance to think about it?" This question kept swirling in Li's mind, and her heart was filled with anxiety and unease.

She couldn't think of any way to resolve this enormous crisis, so she could only stand there blankly, letting fear and helplessness slowly devour her heart.