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

For thousands of years, the outdated, corrupt, and deeply rooted concept of male superiority and female inferiority, as well as the traditional idea that men are responsible for external affairs and women for internal affairs, have been like an invisible net, covering the entire society.

Under this net, the minds of countless people are firmly bound, forming a common and stubborn perception that women are born to give birth and do housework.

They endure immense physical and psychological pressure and pain during pregnancy and childbirth, yet this is taken for granted. They are busy with household chores: laundry, cooking, cleaning, caring for the elderly and children... Day after day, year after year, these tedious tasks seem to have become their entire lives.

In those dark, forgotten corners, a thick veil seems to separate the outside world from the shame of women. Here, the pain women endure during childbirth is deeply buried, ununderstood and unappreciated.

The terrifying, excruciating contractions, like surging waves crashing against the body, would be unbearable even for a man with a physique as strong as steel. Each contraction brought excruciating pain, like a merciless sword piercing the abdomen, causing unbearable agony for the mother.

After childbirth, lochia, like the marks left by a demon, flows continuously from the body, emitting an unpleasant odor, constantly reminding them of the life-or-death struggle they have just gone through. Stretch marks have also quietly crept onto those once smooth and delicate skins, like hideous scars, bearing witness to the arduous journey of nurturing life.

Worse still, the postpartum body becomes exceptionally fragile and sensitive; even a simple sneeze can cause uncontrollable urinary leakage. Only women who have experienced this firsthand can truly understand the embarrassment and helplessness it brings. Yet, all of this is often overlooked, even taken for granted.

Even more frightening is postpartum depression caused by a lack of understanding and respect after childbirth, which causes a beautiful flower to wither and die.

However, women also have their own dreams, pursuits, and talents. All women want is understanding and respect...

Before they knew it, several ornately decorated carriages with carved beams and painted rafters began to move slowly, their wheels making a soft creaking sound. The scenery outside the carriage windows kept changing, and finally, the carriages came to a steady stop in front of the tall and imposing gate of the Imperial Clan Court.

By this time, the sky was already bright, and the morning light shone through the thin clouds, casting a golden glow. The sunlight gently caressed the earth, as if adding a touch of warmth and gentleness to this solemn scene.

As soon as the carriage came to a stop, the emperor's personal eunuch, Feng Sanxiang, nimbly dismounted. He was dressed in a blue eunuch's robe, with an exquisitely embroidered belt around his waist, and gently held a snow-white whisk in his hand.

He first elegantly flicked his whisk, then his gaze quickly swept around. When he saw the Emperor and Empress had already stepped out of the carriage and stood firmly on the ground, Feng Sanxiang immediately raised his voice and shouted, "The Emperor and Empress have arrived! All kneel to welcome them—"

At Feng Sanxiang's shout, the guards who were originally stationed at the entrance of the Imperial Clan Court and on the nearby streets immediately sprang into action. They moved with practiced ease, quickly forming a solid defensive line that firmly kept the surrounding crowd outside, ensuring the safety of the Emperor and Empress.

Those who had been blocked by the guards, upon hearing Feng Sanxiang's shout, all showed expressions of awe and knelt down without hesitation.

In an instant, the sound of knees hitting the ground rose and fell, and the crowd shouted in unison: "Greetings to the Emperor, long live the Emperor! Greetings to the Empress, long live the Empress!" The sound resounded through the sky and echoed in the square in front of the Imperial Clan Court, lingering for a long time.

Royal family affairs are always quite sensitive and complex, and normally should be handled quietly in private to avoid unnecessary turmoil and trouble. However, this time, the situation was different. The Emperor and Empress personally inquired about Princess An Ding's views on the matter.

Faced with this situation, Princess An Ding fell into deep thought. She remembered what Yin Zijin had once told her: she had to be brave, she had to stand up. She knew that this matter concerned her reputation and innocence, as well as that of her unborn child. If she did not handle it properly, she would be letting herself and her unborn child down.

After careful consideration, Princess An Ding resolutely decided to make the matter public. A large crowd had gathered outside, and how could they possibly miss such an important event…

She believed that only in this way could she truly clear her name of the injustice she had suffered and bring the wicked and malicious person to justice.

Yin Zijin followed cautiously behind the Empress, who was elegant and graceful, and entered the solemn and dignified Imperial Clan Court with poise and grace.

Inside the Imperial Clan Court, everything had been meticulously arranged. A scarlet carpet stretched from the center of the spacious hall all the way to the bright yellow dragon throne placed on the high platform in front.

The emperor, with his upright posture and imposing presence, strode across the red carpet and sat firmly on the dragon throne, a symbol of supreme power.

This dragon throne is exquisitely crafted, with lifelike golden dragon patterns carved on the back, as if it might take flight at any moment. Behind the throne, a fine, misty pearl curtain hangs.

The round, white pearls were strung together to form a beautiful picture, and through the curtain, one could vaguely see the phoenix chair placed behind it.

Yin Zijing followed closely behind the Empress, step by step, to the back of the curtain, and sat down respectfully. Just then, she suddenly discovered that there was another person behind the curtain, Princess Anding, who had been waiting there for a long time.

The Empress saw that Princess An Ding's face was as pale as paper, her eyes were sunken and lifeless, her originally round cheeks had become thin and gaunt, and she looked extremely haggard.

The Empress's heart clenched, and tears instantly blurred her vision. She rushed forward, grabbing Princess An Ding's hand as if afraid she might suddenly disappear. Overwhelmed with emotion, the Empress's voice trembled uncontrollably: "My child! My good child... you've suffered so much!"

Those heartless bastards must be severely punished. As she spoke, the Empress could no longer suppress her grief and pity, and tears streamed down her face like a burst dam.