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

Yin Zijin's feet had been tormented by pain for a long time, and the once spotless white foot bindings were now stained red with drops of blood, as shocking as blooming red plum blossoms.

He simply couldn't bear such pain, and he didn't want it to lead to a future disability, rendering him unable to walk freely. On the other hand, he had promised Zhang that if he couldn't bind his feet into perfect three-inch bound feet, he would have no chance to study medicine. In this oppressive and complex ancient world, studying medicine was perhaps the only thing that could bring him joy...

Thinking of this, Yin Zijing lifted the thin blanket covering her body, revealing her ravaged little feet. Seeing this, Wanyue carefully moved Yin Zijing's little feet to the edge of the bed, then turned to prepare the necessary items.

Yin Zijin stared silently at her small, adorable feet, her eyes revealing a hint of confusion and contemplation: "At six or seven years old, could I really escape successfully? Even if I managed to escape the cage by faking my death, what would I do after losing my travel permit, this crucial piece of evidence?"

Am I supposed to make a living by practicing medicine? But the harsh reality is that I can't even fully decipher ancient characters, so who would feel comfortable entrusting their life to a young, ignorant child for treatment?

As for Zhang Peng, if he is not a reliable person, the consequences would be unimaginable! Perhaps some people will accuse me of being greedy for wealth and power, but at this moment, my only desire is to survive.

For some reason, Yin Zijing could never muster much affection for Zhang Peng. Back in the modern era, she knew that Zhang Peng was attracted to men, and that his approach to her was probably for ulterior motives... Her thoughts surged like a tidal wave, and Yin Zijing was lost in endless wild speculation, as if she had become completely isolated from the outside world.

It wasn't until Wan Yue returned that Yin Zijin suddenly came to her senses and realized that she had just gone through a long and absurd brainstorming session.

Wan Yue gently placed Yin Zijin's small feet on the foot-binding stool and softly called out, "Miss, I'm starting now. It will hurt a little, please bear with it."

Yin Zijing came to her senses, nodded, and asked, "You're so young, yet you still know how to bind your feet?"

Wan Yue kept moving her hands and nodded, saying, "I learned it from the old nannies in the palace. After leaving the palace, palace maids get old and it's hard for them to get married. When they get old, they have no one to rely on."

The art of foot binding! Whether rich or poor, families with daughters would hire skilled people to bind their feet, hoping to create tiny, beautiful lotus feet so their daughters could marry into good families.

"If I learn this skill, I'll have something to earn a living when I get old."

Then Wan Yue smiled and said, "Fortunately, His Highness the Crown Prince appreciates me. Now that he values ​​me, my life should be easier in the future. It's just that I've been learning the art of foot binding for so long, I can't forget it..."

Wan Yue chattered incessantly like a little sparrow, but no one responded to her. She turned her head and saw that Yin Zijin was clenching her teeth, with large beads of sweat rolling down her forehead, clearly enduring great pain.

Wan Yue's heart tightened, and she quickly quickened her pace. She carefully washed Yin Zijing's small feet clean, then gently placed them into a basin filled with herbal powder. The powder emitted a faint, pleasant fragrance that was very comforting.

As time passed, the pain on Yin Zijing's face gradually lessened, and her tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed. Seeing this, Wan Yue breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and revealed a relieved smile.

Little did he know, even greater pain awaited him ahead. Wan Yue gently placed Yin Zijin's delicate feet into the warm water, carefully washing every inch. When she felt they were soft enough, she carefully removed them, gently dried them with a towel, and evenly applied a layer of fragrant balm.

However, this was only the beginning. Without hesitation, Wan Yue picked up the snow-white foot-binding cloth and tightly wrapped it around Yin Zijing's feet. Her movements were swift and powerful, as if she were concentrating all her strength into that moment. Tormented by the sudden, intense pain, Yin Zijing couldn't help but let out a low scream, her voice filled with unbearable agony and despair.

But the foot-binding cloth was as hard as steel, wrapping Yin Zijing's feet layer upon layer, making it almost impossible for her to move. Before long, her feet had been bound smaller.

Wan Yue carefully slipped the delicate pointed cloth shoes onto Yin Zijin's small feet and said softly, "Miss, you should get out of bed and move around a bit. It's not good to stay in bed all the time." Her voice was gentle as water, but firm as a rock.

So, every hour, Wan Yue would gently help Yin Zijing up and carefully assist her as she slowly walked around the room. However, no matter when or where, that piercing pain was always there, clinging tightly to Yin Zijing. It was like a merciless sword, constantly stabbing Yin Zijing's feet, making her unable to ignore the cruel reality of her feet being forcibly bound.

Not only that, the throbbing pain and unbearable itching in her chest grew increasingly intense, as if constantly telling Yin Zijing that her body was undergoing subtle yet terrifying changes. These pains and discomforts intertwined, like a dense net, tightly binding Yin Zijing within, making it impossible for her to escape.

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Thus, Yin Zijin recuperated at Fu'an Temple for a full seven days before her health gradually improved. It was the height of summer, and the heat was unbearable. Fu'an Temple was naturally incomparable to the Yin residence; there were neither ice blocks nor ice chests or other items for cooling off.

Even with the windows wide open, Yin Zijing still felt unusually stuffy, as if the entire room was enveloped in an invisible heat. Gazing out the window, she could vaguely see stars twinkling in the sky and murmured softly, "This unbearable heat...it must be raining soon!"

Hearing this, Wan Yue nodded slightly in agreement. Yin Zijin said to her somewhat irritably, "Wan Yue, let's go for a walk! It's so hot and humid, I can't fall asleep either."

Wan Yue nodded, carefully helping the slightly unsteady Yin Zijin to her feet, and together they stepped over the surrounding bamboo screens and slowly walked outside.

Yin Zijin wore a light pink ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), the soft fabric perfectly clinging to her slender figure and showcasing her delicate waist to the fullest. Her hair was styled in two cute double buns, without any makeup.

But her face was exquisitely beautiful, like a flower in full bloom, unforgettable at first glance. Her eyes and brows exuded endless charm, every smile and frown captivating; her skin was as white as snow, smooth and delicate, like the warm, fine texture of mutton-fat jade; her figure was graceful and elegant, as light and swaying as a willow in the wind. Truly, she possessed a beauty that could topple kingdoms and shame the moon and flowers! Such a beauty was rare even in the Great Sheng Dynasty.