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

Sheng Yixuan paused, then continued, "Zijin, remember this: if you use the suppression of women to demonstrate the greatness of men, that is inherently unhealthy. In my opinion, the yin and yang of heaven and earth, the sun and moon shining together, must have their reasons for existing, just as there is a distinction between men and women in this world."

I'm not one to suppress my feelings; otherwise, I wouldn't have made it so public that I like men. But does Zijing know? I don't like women, but I respect them.

They gave birth to life; without them, what would the Great Sheng Dynasty have become?

The perfect physical union had already given Yin Zijing an unprecedented sense of satisfaction, but the profound connection between their souls at this moment moved her to tears of joy. In this complex and chaotic world, the red thread of fate had tightly bound them together, as if it were preordained.

Upon closer reflection, they realized that, in essence, they were the same kind of soul. Yin Zijin said impatiently, "Ah Xuan! Our thoughts are so in sync."

For a long time, I have firmly believed in one truth: life is like a delicate flower, born beneath a soft, flowing skirt. Therefore, every woman should be respected with reverence, and we must never use worldly shackles to bind their wings of free flight.

Because they are all independent individuals, possessing their own unique ways of thinking, inner worlds, and wonderful life trajectories and extraordinary life journeys.

They shouldn't be confined to their inner quarters, spending their days idly and aimlessly. On the contrary, they should bravely step out of that narrow world to pursue their own dreams and happiness…

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Sheng Yixuan was immersed in a sweet dream, but suddenly, he was jolted awake as if struck by lightning! A strange feeling welled up in his heart, making him realize that something was wrong.

Without a second thought, he quickly reached out and threw off the blanket covering him. However, in that instant, his face changed like a chameleon, flushing bright red one moment and turning deathly pale the next. His hands, which had been gripping the blanket tightly, seemed to have lost control.

Sheng Yixuan muttered to himself involuntarily, "How could this be... Why would I have such a strange dream? Is it really because I have been living a life of austerity and monotony like an ascetic for a long time, which has led to excessive repression in my heart, resulting in such absurd and bizarre scenes in my dreams?"

But... but why was that dream so real? Every detail was so clear, as if it had really happened!

In the dream, Zijing's words were so clear and distinct. But how could Zijing in the dream be so bold?

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Meanwhile, in the tranquil and elegant Bizhu Pavilion, Yin Zijin emerged contentedly from the mysterious space filled with a sweet atmosphere. Her delicate, jade-like hands gently caressed her slightly flushed cheeks, as rosy as a blooming rose, as she languidly reclined on the bed.

Yin Zijing lay quietly, her mind replaying everything that had just happened. She thought to herself, "How could I have become so bold? I actually went and lured him into experiencing those romantic encounters..."

Thinking of this, Yin Zijing blushed and her heart pounded even faster. However, what puzzled her even more was how Sheng Yixuan had managed to enter her private space. Was it all just a dream?

But if it really was just a dream, why did it feel so real? Especially the wonderful feeling of souls merging together, which was even more intoxicating and gave me an unprecedented sense of satisfaction than simple physical intimacy.