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

Sheng Yixuan held Yin Zijing tightly in his arms as they traversed the fierce battlefield, finally arriving at a relatively safe place. A hint of terror flickered in Yin Zijing's beautiful eyes; she had never witnessed such a bloody scene.

He couldn't help but recall the decades he had spent in modern society, a time filled with peace and tranquility. But now, he found himself in this ancient and cruel world, witnessing life after life vanish, the rich feasting while the poor froze to death on the streets, starving people everywhere, assassinations looming, and the constant barrage of deaths weighing heavily on Yin Zijing.

In this world, the harsh reality is inescapable. Social classes are clearly defined, with a strict hierarchy, and everyone is fixed in their own position, difficult to transcend. Most heartbreakingly, human life here becomes so cheap and insignificant. The poor are forced to endure hardship, struggling even to guarantee their basic right to survival.

Yin Zijing's gaze fell into the distance, watching the men in black fall one after another into pools of blood. Each flash of swords tightened his heartstrings. He couldn't fathom why these people fought to this point, nor did he understand their true nature. Yet, he seemed to sense a vast conspiracy and entangled interests hidden behind this battle.

Yin Zijing stared into the distance with terrified eyes, as if she were trapped in a nightmare, seemingly stunned by fear.

Sheng Yixuan seemed to sense Yin Zijing's fear and quickly whispered, "Zijing, are you alright...?"

A gentle breeze stirred, causing Yin Zijing's pale pink ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) to flutter. Its once pure, cherry-blossom-like color was now stained with blood, resembling a blooming rose, vibrant and alluring. His hair was disheveled, and a few drops of blood splattered across his fair face, like plum blossoms, making him even more captivating. Yet, at this moment, he seemed lost in his own world, his eyes unfocused, his expression blank.

Sheng Yixuan sensed something was wrong and quickly turned around, grabbing Yin Zijing's arm and staring intently into her eyes, anxiously calling out, "Zijing, look at me, it's alright, everything is over." His voice was filled with urgency and concern, trying to awaken Yin Zijing from her dazed state.

Yin Zijing snapped out of her daze, a faint smile playing on her lips. A dim light flickered in her eyes, as if she had regained some of her senses, but she still seemed somewhat bewildered. She murmured softly, "Hmm? I've lived two lives and never seen such a bloody scene. Murder was rampant, corpses—oh! No, limbs were flying everywhere," her voice as soft as a feather, yet tinged with vulnerability and helplessness.

Having lived for decades, Yin Zijin gradually returned to normal and calmed down after speaking.

Blood dripped continuously from Sheng Yixuan, drop by drop, onto the ground. Yin Zijing looked over, grabbed Sheng Yixuan's arm, and frowned slightly: "Your arm is injured, and the blood is black. It's poisonous. The longer it drags on, the faster the poison will spread. Take off your shirt, quickly..."

Seeing that Sheng Yixuan didn't move, Yin Zijing quickly walked over. Seeing Sheng Yixuan squatting on the ground at eye level, she quickly reached down to his collar and pulled off his clothes, revealing his strong upper body. Yin Zijing looked at the wound on Sheng Yixuan's arm that was oozing black blood and squeezed the edges of the wound with both hands, trying to squeeze the black blood out of the wound.

Each effort was accompanied by his tense breathing, but he never gave up and persevered.

Yin Zijing was filled with resentment at her own lack of strength, thinking that she had to squeeze out all the black blood to ensure that the patient would not experience any other side effects in the future...