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

Elder Ye quickly said, "Your Highness, let those people gossip all they want! As long as you firmly support Sixth Miss and trust her without reservation, that's enough."

After all, one must walk the path of life step by step on their own! And you, you only need to wholeheartedly pamper Sixth Miss.

Upon hearing this, Sheng Yixuan's already somewhat gloomy eyes became even more profound, as if concealing endless worries and anxieties.

He stood there quietly, speechless, as if time itself had frozen. After a long, long time, he finally opened his mouth slowly, his voice low and filled with helplessness, and said, "But after this turmoil, if Zijing really enters the Eastern Palace in the future, the rank he can obtain will certainly be pitifully low."

I am truly worried that Zijing will suffer greatly because of this! However, what's done is done, and we have no other choice but to grit our teeth and take each step forward, and then see how things go.

Perhaps only when we stand higher and higher will Zijing truly find peace and security...

Inside the carriage, the finest charcoal was burning fiercely, the flames seemingly threatening to engulf the entire carriage. A warm, spring-like atmosphere filled the air, making one feel incredibly comfortable and at ease.

Liu Jun carefully helped Yin Zijing lean against the soft carriage wall, then gently picked up a thick quilt and slowly covered her delicate body. His movements were so gentle that he was afraid of disturbing the sleeping beauty with the slightest carelessness.

Time passed quietly, and before long, Yin Zijing's tightly closed eyes began to tremble slightly. He felt a splitting headache, as if a thousand-pound weight was pressing down on his head; his vision also became blurry, and the scene in front of him seemed to overlap, making him dizzy.

Just then, a faint fragrance wafted over, awakening his last remaining shred of consciousness.

Yin Zijing opened her eyes with difficulty and found herself in an unfamiliar carriage. Sitting beside her was a man with a cold face and a serious expression—it was Liu Jun.

He was holding an exquisite food box containing a steaming bowl of brown sugar ginger tea, the rich, sweet aroma emanating from it.

Seeing that Yin Zijing had woken up, Liu Jun hurriedly and clumsily picked up a spoon, gently scooped up a spoonful of warm brown sugar ginger tea, and brought it to his chapped lips. Due to nervousness, his hand trembled slightly, but he still tried his best to keep it steady so as not to burn Yin Zijing.

At this time, Yin Zijin had not eaten or drunk anything for a long time, and coupled with the long period of freezing cold in the icy and snowy land, her body was already extremely weak.

His lips were cracked and bleeding from extreme dehydration, and his whole body trembled incessantly, like a candle flickering in the wind. When that spoonful of sweet and delicious brown sugar ginger tea touched his lips, he felt a warm current instantly spread throughout his body, like parched earth receiving a refreshing and invigorating rain.

Liu Jun patiently fed Yin Zijing spoonful by spoonful, and only breathed a slight sigh of relief after feeding her some. Gradually, Yin Zijing regained her senses, and her eyes were no longer as dazed and lifeless as before. However, when she saw the hideous scar between the eyebrows of the person in front of her, her heart trembled violently, and she involuntarily shrank back.

Noticing Yin Zijing's fear, Liu Jun immediately realized that he might have looked too fierce and frightening just now.

He quickly suppressed the sharp killing intent emanating from his body, and his originally icy and ruthless eyes gradually softened. He asked softly, "Would you like some more, young lady? This was specially prepared for you by His Highness the Crown Prince."