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

A soft, rhythmic knock came at the door: "Your Highness, the medicine is ready; the young lady can take it now." Hearing this, Sheng Yixuan slowly stood up and walked to the door. He opened the door and took the bowl of steaming congee and the carefully prepared medicine from the servant. Then, he gently closed the door and turned back into the room.

Sheng Yixuan carried two bowls of hot soup and walked steadily to Yin Zijing's bedside. He carefully placed the bowls on the small table beside the bed, and then quietly sat down next to Yin Zijing.

Sheng Yixuan said softly to Yin Zijing, "Drink the porridge first, then the medicine." His voice was deep and magnetic, carrying a reassuring power. Yin Zijing slightly raised her head, looking at the man before her, both strange and familiar, a complex emotion welling up inside her. She nodded gently, indicating that she understood.

Yin Zijing was about to take it when Sheng Yixuan quickly stopped her: "I'll feed you. You're injured, so to avoid bleeding, you should lie down!"

With a hint of confusion on her pale face, Yin Zijing asked, "We've only met once, Your Highness, there's no need for you to care so much about me. Your Highness said that all you can give me is your true heart, but in this world, true heart is the most unpredictable thing..."

Hearing Yin Zijing's words, Sheng Yixuan turned around, took out a blue monk's robe from a cabinet, and placed it next to Yin Zijing: "Wear the monk's robe first! This is all we have for now. Your wound is infected, so it's better to wear something loose."

Sheng Yixuan helped Yin Zijing slowly put on her monk's robes. A hint of warmth appeared in his cold and unpredictable black eyes. He suddenly leaned close to Yin Zijing and said, "Then let's see what I do."

The sudden closeness of the handsome face and cold eyes, along with the inexplicably intertwined breaths, made Yin Zijing's heart skip a beat, as if it had stopped. Yin Zijing subconsciously nodded and said, "Okay, then let's wait and see."

Sheng Yixuan nodded, straightened up, and said, "It's getting late. You should rest for a while. I have to go now; there are still many things waiting for me to take care of. My maid should arrive tonight."

Yin Zijin nodded and said, "Take care of yourself."

Sheng Yixuan strolled out, and Yin Zijing watched his tall, broad back thoughtfully. After Sheng Yixuan left, the whole house fell silent. Sunlight streamed through the windows, and the shrill cries of cicadas were irritating.

The courtyard of Fu'an Temple was Yin Zijin's boudoir in the Yin family mansion. The whole room was very stuffy and hot, and Yin Zijin's fair and delicate hands gripped the brocade quilt tightly.

A quarter of an hour later, Yin Zijing thought to herself, "This body can never go back to what it was before..."

After Sheng Yixuan left, Shen Lu ignored his injuries and walked towards Yin Zijin's room. Because of the difference between men and women, Shen Lu waited outside the door.

Not long after, Shen Lu heard a noise inside the room. Fearing that something had happened to Yin Zijing, Shen Lu anxiously called out, "Miss, are you alright?"

Yin Zijing quickly bit her lower lip, and after a moment, she said tremblingly, "It's nothing, Shen Lu. You don't need to worry. It's just that the wound hurts a little."

Hearing that there was no more noise outside, Yin Zijing took the leftover gauze from bandaging her wound and put it in her mouth.

A few quarters of an hour later, the exhausted Yin Zijing finally drifted off to sleep. She slept until dusk. The sun had already set, leaving only the indistinct silhouette of the mountains.

Yin Zijing was awakened by a gentle voice. She slowly opened her eyes.