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

Upon hearing Yin Zijin's words, Liu Jun felt a surge of anger and a strange sense of joy welling up inside him: "Sixth Miss Yin actually called me by my name. She has seen everything I have done."

After Liu Jun finished arranging things at the Imperial Clan Court, he mounted his horse and galloped towards the palace...

As soon as Sheng Yixuan returned to the East Palace, he saw that Sheng Muling was already waiting there. Upon seeing Sheng Yixuan's return, she immediately stood up and said, "Ah Xuan, you must save Zijing. Zijing has suffered because of me, and I have let him down. If he hadn't tried his best to help me, he wouldn't have ended up like this."

Zijing's health was already weak, and now it's winter. To hang her for seven days would surely kill her.

Sheng Yixuan bowed slightly and said with a smile, "Sister, please sit down first! Now that things have developed to this point, I wonder if you have any good ideas?" As he spoke, he gestured to the chair next to him.

Sheng Muling walked gracefully to the chair, sat down slowly, and a faint smile appeared on her lips as she softly replied, "That naturally depends on whether my brother has enough courage. I have thought of a way—a substitution." Her bright eyes were fixed on Sheng Yixuan, as if waiting for his reaction.

Upon hearing this, Sheng Yixuan was taken aback at first, then a smile appeared on his face. He turned his gaze to Sheng Muling, scrutinized her carefully, and said with a smile, "I didn't expect that it would be you, sister, who could guess my thoughts. However... this scheme of substituting one thing for another is ingenious, but it may not be easy to carry out." After saying this, he frowned and fell into deep thought.

Sheng Muling's eyes were filled with a faint sadness: "Sister is just a woman, and she is really powerless to do anything about the affairs of the court. Everything depends on her younger brother."

Sheng Yixuan nodded and said, "Okay, I'll take care of the rest. Sister, you should also rest well and take good care of yourself. Don't worry, sister, I won't let Du Lin live."

Sheng Muling quickly replied, "Then thank you, Ah Xuan."

Sheng Yixuan's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile, and he said, "Sister, you are my own sister! As your younger brother, it is only natural for me to stand up for you and help you get revenge."

However, sister, since you won't be able to have children in the future, why not consider adopting Yuanyang's child? That way, when you get old, you'll have a child by your side to enjoy family life."

Upon hearing this, a hint of undisguised pain flashed in Sheng Muling's already dark and deep eyes. She gave a bitter laugh and replied, "Why would I adopt their child? Haven't Du Lin and Yuanyang hurt and persecuted me enough? They cruelly killed my own flesh and blood, how could I possibly raise the child of my enemy?"

How innocent and pitiful my child is! He watches all this silently from heaven, witnessing his mother suffer such immense pain. If I were to adopt their child, how could my child rest in peace in the afterlife?

People often say that the grudges between adults shouldn't involve innocent children, but I'm sorry, I simply can't be so magnanimous and forgiving. I'm not the kind of person who is all-hearted and compassionate like a saint, so I will never feel pity for their children and raise them.

As the saying goes, "A small act of kindness should be repaid with a great one." However, if anyone dares to insult or persecute me, I will repay them tenfold without hesitation...

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Before long, Liu Jun hurried to the front of the Imperial Study. The vermilion door was tightly closed, and two solemn-looking guards stood at the door.

Liu Jun took a deep breath, straightened his clothes, and then entered the room. He saw the emperor sitting behind the exquisitely carved dragon desk, intently reading the memorials in his hands.

Liu Jun hurriedly stepped forward, knelt on one knee, bowed his head and clasped his hands to report: "Your Majesty, I am incompetent. After a whole night of interrogation, I only managed to get the five words 'Yangzhou Nuanchun Pavilion' from the prisoner." After saying this, he slightly raised his head.

Upon hearing this, the Emperor put down the memorial in his hand, frowned, and said, "I didn't expect Du Lin to be such a tough nut to crack. He's been imprisoned and still refuses to reveal the truth. But it doesn't matter. Continue with the torture, at all costs, to pry his mouth open. Report to me immediately if there are any new clues or progress. There must be no mistakes!"

Liu Jun quickly kowtowed and replied, "Yes, Your Majesty! I will do my utmost." Just as he was about to get up and take his leave, he suddenly heard the emperor ask, "By the way, did the Crown Prince go to the imperial prison last night?"

Liu Jun was startled, thinking to himself: It seems His Majesty already knows about this. If I conceal anything now, I'm afraid I won't be able to escape punishment later. Thinking this, he dared not hesitate any longer and quickly answered truthfully: "Your Majesty, last night His Highness the Crown Prince went to the imperial prison..."

The sky was already bright, and sunlight shone through the clouds, illuminating the Imperial Clan Court as if it were daytime. At this time, the Imperial Clan Court was bustling with people, and many people gathered in small groups, whispering and pointing, their faces full of curiosity and excitement.

It turns out that what happened here yesterday had already spread like wildfire throughout the entire capital. Whether on bustling main streets or quiet alleys, people were talking about it with great interest, as if it had become the hottest topic of the moment.

On the streets and alleys, storytellers who make a living by telling stories are vividly recounting the ins and outs of the event with great enthusiasm; on the stage, actors are incorporating this plot into their operas, attracting the audience's attention with their melodious singing and vivid performances; even the printing workers who usually bury themselves in their work are busy, working late into the night, racing against time to write manuscripts, just to print this sensational news into books as soon as possible to meet people's reading needs.

For a time, the entire capital was immersed in heated discussions about this matter.

There were groups of two or three women, some dressed in simple cloth skirts and others in slightly more luxurious clothes. They were whispering among themselves, their faces full of curiosity and surprise.

The unmarried women, on the other hand, carefully avoided their families' sight and sneaked out of their homes like thieves.

The women and girls stood before the tall and imposing gates of the Imperial Clan Court, craning their necks to peer inside. One of the older women lowered her voice and said, "I heard that this is the woman who said something shocking and outrageous."

"Actually, I think she's right. The saying 'The husband is the head of the household, and if the husband is not upright, the wife can remarry or divorce him' makes a lot of sense."

"Oh! By the way. Did you know? Aunt Liu from the east end of the village was pawned by her husband yesterday and given to another family as a wife."

"Aunt Liu from the east end of the village? She's been pawned off to countless families. They say Aunt Liu is fertile, and can even give birth to boys so she can carry on the family line."

"Hey! They call it wife-selling, but it's actually just a legal 'prostitute' with a husband. Why don't they just run away?"

"How can you run away? The husband is the head of the household, and if the husband is not righteous, the wife can remarry or divorce him. It sounds nice, but in this world, there is no place for women. Women can only depend on men to survive."

"Her Highness the Princess said we can go to her."

"How do we find them? How many women are there in the Great Sheng Dynasty? Can Her Highness save them all?"