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

However, during the Great Sheng Dynasty, the imperial court not only strictly restricted overseas trade, but also imposed heavy controls on the movement of people and the transportation of goods between different regions within the country. It was as if invisible high walls had been erected between regions, isolating them from each other and making the flow of information extremely difficult.

This extreme isolation made the Great Sheng Dynasty resemble an isolated island cut off from the world. This was true domestically, let alone international exchange. Advanced ideas, technologies, and cultures from the outside world were difficult to introduce, severely hindering internal development. Over time, the entire nation gradually stagnated.

Sheng Yixuan's already fair face was now completely bloodless, as if covered by a layer of frost. His lips trembled slightly as he spoke in a very real and slightly hoarse voice: "Of course, it cannot compare. If I, Zijing, inherit the throne in the future, my first step will be to eliminate the powerful families. They are like pustules that greedily suck the blood of the country. If they are not removed in time, they will become huge obstacles to reform and development."

To truly eradicate the ills of the time and promote what is beneficial while eliminating what is harmful, we must ruthlessly crack down on these powerful families! Only without these powerful families can everything else be implemented more effectively.

But Zijing, you come from the Yin family, one of the four great families. What if we…

Yin Zijing understood Sheng Yixuan's meaning and quickly said, "No, you can do whatever you want then. I won't object..."

The next day, the night was still as dark as ink, and before the sky had even begun to lighten, Fanghua tiptoed into the West Warm Pavilion.

On the bed, Yin Zijing was curled up, fast asleep. Her face was pale, her body thin, and beneath her tightly closed eyes, her long eyelashes trembled slightly like two small fans, as if she were experiencing something in her dream.

Fanghua suddenly felt a pang of reluctance to wake Yin Zijin, but then she remembered that there was a tough battle to fight later. Fanghua quickly went forward and softly called out, "Sixth Miss, it's getting late, you should get up."

The world in her dream seemed too beautiful; Yin Zijing frowned slightly, showing no sign of waking up. Some time later, Granny Zhou returned from the restroom. Seeing Fanghua's gentle demeanor, she quickly went up to her and said with a smile, "Aunt Fanghua, that's not how you call a young lady to get up."

Granny Zhou walked forward slowly with steady steps, her face expressionless. Her slightly withered hand reached into the quilt without mercy, as if with a fierce force...

Yin Zijing felt both pain and itching, a sensation like thousands of ants gnawing at him, making it unbearable. He frowned, his delicate body trembling slightly, and he quickly whispered in a voice as soft as a nightingale's song, "Granny, Zijing will get up now. It's so uncomfortable, my feet hurt and itch so much..."

However, Granny Zhou seemed to ignore Yin Zijing's pleas. Her large, calloused, and rough hands remained still... and a faint smile lingered on her lips as she said unhurriedly, "Miss has finally woken up. Aunt Fanghua has been calling for you for a long time!"

Upon hearing this, Yin Zijing's originally fair and snow-white cheeks instantly flushed with a faint blush, as delicate and beautiful as a peach blossom in early spring. He endured the discomfort in his feet, and with elegant and swift movements, sat up straight, tidied his slightly disheveled hair and clothes, before getting out of bed.

He quickly and respectfully said to Aunt Fanghua, "Aunt Fanghua, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

Behind Fanghua stood two palace maids and two eunuchs, carrying toiletries and various changes of clothes.