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

Just then, his thoughts were drawn back by a gentle voice from inside the carriage: "Yes, Shen Lu. I will be careful."

But Yin Zijing could never have imagined what terrible things she would experience after leaving the capital. After all, Yin Zijing had lived in modern times for over thirty years, in the prosperous and glorious China, and had never experienced the darkness of human nature.

She lived in the Great Sheng Dynasty for 5 or 6 years. Besides being coerced by Zhang, she was also pampered in the inner quarters for 5 or 6 years.

The carriage traveled for about an hour, and the weather became hot. Yin Zijing wore a light pink inner garment embroidered with small gold flowers, over which she wore a white tube top that accentuated her exquisite breasts and slender waist. She wore a light purple jacket over this, and a light pink waist-length ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) with many pleats that covered her pink pointed cloth shoes.

Yin Zijing picked up a round fan embroidered with green bamboo from the side with her delicate, fair hands and fanned herself. She felt restless and wanted to rub her breasts, but she refrained. After a while, Yin Zijing couldn't bear it any longer and said in a low voice, "Granny Zhou's wound hurts, and my breasts are so itchy."

Granny Zhou said, "You used medicine to massage your breasts last night, so they must be itchy. Come here, let this old servant massage them for you, and it will relieve the pain from the wound."

Yin Zijing quickly whispered, "Granny, please keep your voice down! Shen Lu is outside! And the coachman too..."

Granny Zhou pulled Yin Zijing over and sat her on her lap. Her rough hands then began to knead her skin. As she kneaded, she said, "Miss, you're already shy. From now on, Shen Lu will be by Sixth Miss's side to protect her. He will know more about her in the future."

The coachman was one of our own, so I didn't speak loudly. He's old and can't hear me.

Yin Zijing bit her lip, trying to keep herself from making a sound, but she still couldn't help but let out a soft moan: "Mmm..."

The coachman couldn't hear it, but Shen Lu, a martial artist with keen senses, heard it clearly. The gentle voice sounded like he was enjoying himself, like a kitten in heat, making one's heart itch.

Shen Lu pinched himself, warning himself, "Shen Lu, what are you thinking? Don't look at what you shouldn't see, don't listen to what you shouldn't hear. Sixth Miss is the only one who's good to me. I can't do this; it's disrespectful to Sixth Miss..."

After Zhou Mama massaged Yin Zijing's breasts for about half an hour, the itching finally stopped, and she fell asleep comfortably.

As they passed through the bustling streets, the closer they got to the city gate, the more soldiers and guards patrolled. The fewer civilians there were, and it was already late noon, yet the carriage had not yet left the city gate.

Granny Zhou woke up the sleeping Yin Zijin and placed her in Granny Wang's arms. She then placed a food box on a small table next to the carriage. Inside the food box was a large plate of soft, sweet milk rolls and a large plate of chestnut cakes.

Then, from the thermos, he took out a large bowl of red date porridge, a roast chicken, and several fragrant steamed buns.

Yin Zijing was immediately drawn in by the aroma, her eyes lighting up. Granny Zhou said, "Sixth Miss, come and eat! This old servant knows you have a habit of having snacks at noon, come and eat! This is something this old servant specially prepared for you."

After taking a little, Granny Zhou said, "Miss, it's good that you've eaten. Don't eat too much, as you've just been injured and it's hard to digest if you eat too much."

After glancing at the leftovers of Yin Zijing's meal, Granny Zhou said to Aunt Wang, "Let's eat! Don't waste it."

Yin Zijing rubbed her stomach and said, "Send some to Shen Lu and the coachman! They do a lot of hard work."

Granny Zhou sighed, nodded, handed the remaining milk rolls to Shen Lu on horseback, and gave the chestnut cake to the coachman.

Shen Lu, who was eating dry rations, saw the blank paper handed to him and said with great emotion, "Thank you for the gift, Sixth Miss."