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

Within the Yin residence, Xiaomei and Xiaolan lived a life of luxury, enjoying fine silks and delicacies alongside their masters. With fair skin, adorned with jade and silver, they handled affairs with remarkable poise and grace.

Yin Zijin couldn't help but think, no wonder poor families who couldn't afford to eat would send their children to wealthy families. Although they would lose their freedom, their basic needs for food and clothing would be met, and if they were valued by their masters, perhaps their families would also benefit.

Just then, Yin Zijin and her entourage went up to the second floor and stood at the door of their boudoirs. Xiaomei, who was standing to the side, instructed them: "Sixth Miss, Seventh Miss, we have arrived at your residences. This Bizhu Pavilion is the Sixth Miss's residence, the Hongmei Pavilion on the left is the Seventh Miss's residence, and the Nongju Pavilion on the right is the Second Miss's residence."

"I was worried that Sixth Miss and Seventh Miss might not be used to their new surroundings, so I've prepared your breakfasts in the Jade Bamboo Pavilion. Please come in quickly! See if you like the boudoir that Madam has prepared."

Yin Zijing was already starving and hurriedly went into the house. The house wasn't as big as she had imagined, but it was small yet complete. It wasn't as magnificent as she had expected, but it was exquisitely crafted, understatedly luxurious. However, Yin Zijing had no interest in admiring it. She quickly went to the small round octagonal table, sat down, washed her hands, dried them, and asked, "Can I eat now?"

Xiaolan said, "Eat up! Eat less spicy food, or you'll get pimples."

Yin Zijing and Yin Ziyao nodded quickly and picked up their chopsticks to eat. On the round table were two bowls of red date porridge, a plate of small steamed buns, a plate of cloud-mist shrimp, a plate of phoenix tail shark fin, a plate of fried lotus root, and a plate of spicy beef sauce, which was Yin Zijing's favorite.

Yin Zijin first sandwiched beef sauce in a small steamed bun, then ate the crispy fried lotus root slices. One bite of the fried lotus root slice revealed a secret meat filling inside, leaving a lingering fragrance in the mouth, which was very delicious.

During the meal, Yin Zijing and Yin Ziniang ate without speaking and slept without talking, always keeping in mind the rules set by the nannies. Even if they were hungry, they could not break the rules. This was something that Zhou and Liu nannies constantly reminded Yin Zijing and Yin Zidan of.

Although there were many different kinds of breakfast, the portions were small. Yin Zijin only ate about six-tenths full when Xiaolan tugged at her sleeve, and she stopped eating.

After finishing her meal, the maids efficiently cleared away the dishes. Only after filling her hungry stomach did Yin Zijing have the leisure to look at the place where she would be living.

Yin Zijin looked around the room and felt that this was a young lady's boudoir through and through. The place where they had just eaten was a small reception room. The floor of the reception room was covered with a red carpet, and in the center of the reception room was a round mahogany table and stools, which were carved with intricate bamboo patterns.

On the side facing the door against the wall, four ink paintings of plum blossoms, orchids, bamboo, and chrysanthemums hang on the wall. Below the wall is a huanghuali wood table with bamboo joint patterns, on which are placed two pots of fresh lilies and a small decorative screen carved with lush green bamboo.

On either side of the long table was a huanghuali bamboo-patterned armchair, the back of which was carved from jade with peony flowers. In front of the long table was a square eight-immortal table, covered with a pink tablecloth embroidered with peonies. On the tablecloth was an exquisite white porcelain tea set, along with delicate fruits and pastries.

Yin Zijing wanted to examine the details further, but Yin Ziniao pulled her back: "Zijing, come on, let's go inside and see what your boudoir looks like?"

As they were talking, the two of them stepped over a four-panel folding bamboo screen and lifted the bamboo curtain next to it, revealing a delicate and exquisite woman's boudoir.

What truly captivated Yin Zijin's eye was the exquisite canopy bed. Made of golden nanmu wood, it was polished to a flawless, smooth finish. The innermost part of the bed was openwork, carved with lifelike bamboo motifs. Two layers of gauze curtains draped the bed, the outermost white and purple curtain concealing the meticulously crafted chamber pot, dressing case, small cabinets, jewelry box, and pastry box…

The innermost white and purple gauze curtains concealed the sleeping quarters, but now the curtains were hooked up, revealing everything inside.

Looking at the exquisite canopy bed, Yin Zijing couldn't help but admire it in her heart: "This canopy bed is truly exquisite. If it were in modern times, it would definitely be a priceless treasure! Top-quality golden nanmu wood, plus the meticulous carving of hundreds of craftsmen..."

However, this exquisitely crafted canopy bed, in the rigidly Confucian era, was a constraint on women.

Yin Zijing's eyes darted around and she spotted an exquisite daybed by the window on the east side. The daybed had been modified by craftsmen, with a frame built to fit the wall structure, blending seamlessly with the pinkish-purple bed curtains. A small square table sat on the daybed, upon which rested a tea set and a round fan.

At this moment, the four rosewood carved fretwork windows with porcelain tiles and gauze screens against the wall have been opened. A small patch of bamboo outside the window casts its shadow on the window sills under the sunlight, and the sunlight shines into the room, making it extremely beautiful.

A red carpet was laid on the ground, and in the very center of the carpet was a bronze ice chest and a small incense burner.

Yin Zijing smiled bitterly, thinking, "Is this what life is like for noblewomen and ladies of ancient times? This kind of refined life seems so unreal, but it's not what I want either. I sacrificed my male identity, was raised as a woman, had my feet bound and my chest bound, and was confined to a small boudoir. How can I, who have lived in modern times for over thirty years and received such a modern education, accept this? What man doesn't dream of being a hero?"

Just then, Xiaolan smiled and said, "Sixth Miss, Seventh Miss, this canopy bed was started when you were born and took five years to complete. When you get married, this canopy bed will be sent to your husband's family as part of your dowry."

Yin Zixiao was young and couldn't tell much, but she still asked, "Xiaolan, is my canopy bed pretty? Is it prettier than Zijing's?"

Xiaolan said, "Yes, yes, that's for sure. You are the legitimate daughter, and the sixth young lady is the illegitimate daughter, so there must be a distinction."

Yin Zixiao's eyes lit up, and she quickly said, "Then I have to go back and take a look. Zijing, do you want to come with me?" After saying that, Yin Zixiao was about to pull Yin Zijing away.

After a moment of thought, Yin Zijing said wearily, "Niao Niao, I'm a little tired and want to rest. How about I come over to see you when we have lunch?"

Yin Zixiao glanced at Yin Zijing, pouted, and said domineeringly, "You must come at noon! If you don't come, I'll tell Mother that you didn't play with me and bullied me, and I'll have Mother beat you up."

Yin Zijin looked helplessly at the spoiled Yin Ziniao and said with a smile, "Okay, okay, I'll definitely go."

Hearing Yin Zijin's assurance, Yin Zijin happily went back with Xiaomei.