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

"But how should I put it? That young lady and Her Highness the Princess are both admirable and worthy of our respect..."

Some men and women nearby were gossiping: "This woman is unchaste and deserves to be locked in a pig cage. If it weren't for her powerful family, she wouldn't have just been hung in the pig cage; she would have been drowned. You should all take this as a warning!"

"Huh? Someone saw this woman's appearance and said she was a beauty that could topple kingdoms and cities. There is no woman as beautiful as her in the entire Great Sheng Dynasty."

"Beautiful women have always had tragic fates, and their lives are often filled with hardship. How many of them are truly blessed? It's better to be less attractive, at least you can live a peaceful and uneventful life."

"Look, although that pig cage is cramped and narrow, that girl has a great figure! Slender and graceful. Her waist is as delicate as a willow branch, and her bound feet are so small and exquisite. I really want to hold them in my hands and play with them! It must be quite a unique experience..." Vulgar and lewd words teasing Yin Zijing occasionally reached her ears, and the crowd burst into laughter.

Hearing these words, Yin Zijing felt both heartache and happiness. Hearing the women's words, Yin Zijing felt that his efforts had not been in vain. In this era of strict feudal ethics, there were still women who agreed with him.

Yin Zijin had anticipated this outcome. In the Dasheng Dynasty, a place with strict feudal ethics, she had to use the most radical methods to awaken those women.

Looking at the diverse crowd, Yin Zijing strained to see her surroundings through her veil. However, the thin veil acted like a mist, obscuring her view.

Even so, he could still vaguely see an extremely magnificent carriage, which was quietly parked not far from the entrance of the Imperial Clan Court.

The carriage was exquisitely decorated, with intricate carvings on its body, luxurious silk curtains hanging around the windows, and even the wheels inlaid with glittering gems. Yin Zijing's heart skipped a beat; the carriage seemed to belong to the Yin family.

Inside the carriage sat a group of women. Leading them was Madam Zhang, dressed in a magnificent gown, her face stern. Beside her sat Yin Ziyao, Aunt Feng, and her two daughters—Yin Zifeng and Yin Ziyao—along with Aunt Sun's daughter, Yin Ziwan.

Madam Zhang gently lifted a corner of the carriage window, gesturing for her legitimate and illegitimate daughters to gather around it. Her face was ashen, and she said in an icy voice, "Look carefully! The person locked in the pig cage and tied up is Yin Zijing."

Upon hearing this, the daughters all turned their gaze to the window. Although they were some distance away, they could still clearly see the figure huddled in the pig cage. After a moment, they replied in unison, "Yes, Mother, we all saw it."

Yin Zixiao's eyes were filled with terror and panic. The chilling words Ah Tian had spoken last night about drowning pigs in a cage kept echoing in her mind. Just thinking about that terrible scene made her feel cold all over, as if a chill ran from the soles of her feet straight to her heart.

At this moment, her trembling finger pointed straight at Yin Zijin, who was hanging at the gate of the Imperial Clan Court, and she cried out incoherently, "Pig cage... drowning in a pig cage! No, don't be drowned in a pig cage! I don't want to be drowned in a pig cage!"

Sitting to the side, Madam Zhang noticed Yin Zijin's unusual behavior and quickly lowered the carriage curtain, holding Yin Zijin tightly in her arms. She gently comforted her, "Niao Niao, what's wrong? You were fine just now. Don't be afraid, tell your mother what happened?"

However, Yin Zixiao seemed completely consumed by fear, muttering repeatedly, "Don't be drowned in a pig cage, I don't want to be drowned in a pig cage..."

Seeing this, Zhang frowned, wondering if the child had once again been looking at some inappropriate picture books. So she quickly asked, "Niao Niao, have you secretly looked at those messy picture books again? Tell your mother the truth!"

Immediately afterwards, Madam Zhang turned to look at the other concubine's daughters in the carriage, her eyes sharp and her expression serious and stern as she said, "Listen up, all of you! As long as you stay obediently in the inner quarters and quietly embroider in your own boudoirs before you get married..."

You must uphold your chastity and adhere to traditional womanly virtues, and never engage in flirtatious or wanton relationships with men. If you strictly follow these rules, you will naturally avoid being drowned in a pig cage. Do you understand?

Madam Zhang lifted the carriage curtain again, pointed at Yin Zijin, and said, "Look at this! The Sixth Miss just said something wrong, and she's going to be hung at the gate of the Imperial Clan Court for seven whole days in the dead of winter. She'll also be humiliated and harassed by those lowly commoners. Tell me, which family will dare to take her in after this?"

Therefore, you should take him as a warning; this is also the purpose of this trip.

From now on, before you do anything, you must carefully consider whether your behavior conforms to etiquette and rules. Did you see Miss Yin's bound feet? How did the nannies teach you?

Yin Zifeng, who was standing nearby, quickly replied, "Replying to Mother, the nannies taught me that bound feet, like a bellyband, are private items that must be hidden and protected. They cannot be seen by other men; only my husband can see them..."

Madam Zhang nodded and said, "Feng'er is right. It's like when the Sixth Miss exposes her bound feet to other men outside, which is no different from a prostitute in a brothel..."

Zhang was still rambling on and on, and Yin Ziyao was still in a great panic, but she didn't forget to plead for Yin Zijin, so she quickly said, "Mother, let's save Zijin! Hanging in the freezing cold for seven whole days, Zijin's body is already weak, how can Zijin survive like this?"

Zhang's lips curled slightly upward, and she let out a heavy snort: "Save him? Hmph! Why should I save him? I won't save him! Besides, this is an order from the Emperor, no one can save him."

This time, he'll learn his lesson. Whether he can survive the next seven days depends on his own fate. If he hadn't been so restless and troublesome, he wouldn't be in this predicament.