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

Seeing the somewhat haggard-looking man before him, Sheng Yixuan quickly propped himself up and sat up. His black silk undergarment had slipped down slightly, revealing his well-defined, strong chest muscles. The sculpted muscle lines were clearly defined, exuding a captivating charm. Sheng Yixuan had a great physique; in modern times, he would have made many girls scream.

The blush on Yin Zijing's face seemed to become more pronounced, and to hide her embarrassment, her eyes darted around nervously.

A hint of concern and worry flickered in Sheng Yixuan's eyes, but it vanished in an instant. Sheng Yixuan quickly helped Yin Zijing sit on a low stool and said with concern, "Zijing, you took care of me all night! You're not feeling well, you should rest properly. I'm fine, I won't die, don't worry."

Yin Zijing poured a cup of iced tea from the kettle next to her and handed it to Sheng Yixuan. With a slight smile, she said, "I'm not doing this to take care of you. I have something important to tell you."

He then turned around and instructed Granny Zhou, "Granny Zhou, go and fetch the pear and white fungus porridge that's being stewed. His Highness the Crown Prince has just woken up and needs some nutrition."

However, Granny Zhou stood motionless, as if frozen in place. Sheng Yixuan frowned, his icy gaze shooting towards her like a sharp sword, sending chills down her spine. His gaze was cold and ruthless, devoid of warmth, as if he were staring at a lifeless, inanimate object.

Granny Zhou couldn't help but shiver, quickly bowed, and then hurriedly left the room. She secretly rejoiced; if she had continued to emphasize those rules and etiquette in front of His Highness the Crown Prince, her life would likely have been in danger.

As Zhou Mama left, she secretly glanced at Yin Zijing, her eyes seemingly conveying a message: "This isn't just about taking care of her on purpose; it's about going to the extreme!"

Sheng Yixuan looked at Yin Zijing, his gaze softening considerably, and asked, "What's wrong? Tell me! But Zijing's face is so red tonight!"

Yin Zijing snorted and playfully patted Sheng Yixuan's exposed abs with her fair skin, saying with a smile, "I won't blush anymore once your clothes are back on."

The real reason isn't a problem with my abs, but rather that I'm experiencing severe discomfort in that area; it's just an excuse.

Sheng Yixuan straightened his clothes, a slight smile playing on his lips, and said, "I never would have guessed! Zijing has this side to her. The Zijing of the past was gentle and dignified, frail and delicate, as if a gust of wind could blow her over. I never expected her to be so bold, like a little wildcat, in this deserted place."

Yin Zijing smiled slightly, a hint of playfulness and cunning flashing in her eyes, and said softly, "That was just the Yin Zijing bound by strict etiquette. The me who is bold as a wildcat now is the most authentic me. I wonder if Your Highness likes me like this?"

After hearing this, Sheng Yixuan replied earnestly, "Of course I like it. The Zijing of the past was like a soulless puppet. Although she was beautiful and charming, I always felt that something was missing. But tonight, the Zijing is so vibrant and real."

Looking at Sheng Yixuan's earnest answer, Yin Zijing was at a loss for words and quickly changed the subject: "Oh! By the way, Your Highness, Lord Liu Jun hasn't returned yet, and the imperial physicians haven't come either. Is something about to happen?"

Sheng Yixuan frowned and said with a grim expression, "It seems someone wants to kill me! Fu'an Temple is an isolated place, located outside the city."

The person behind this must have wanted me dead, leaving me no chance of survival. Zijing, if it weren't for you, I would be a corpse right now.

Yin Zijin asked uncertainly, "Liu Jun is, after all, the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, an official appointed by the imperial court. To be so audacious as to kill an official appointed by the imperial court is simply lawless."

Sheng Yixuan pondered for a moment and said, "Perhaps Liu Jun is not dead. The person behind the scenes just wants to hold Liu Jun back until I die. They never intended for me to live."

If your third uncle hadn't come from Jiangnan, and no one knew him or knew he was studying medicine, and he was a complete stranger, perhaps your third uncle would have been killed too.

"Is Fu'an Temple now teeming with enemy spies, waiting for news of my death?"

Yin Zijing looked out the window, her body tense, and quickly asked, "Then what will Your Highness do next?"

Sheng Yixuan snorted coldly and said, "The refugees have only just been settled, and some people are already getting restless. Since they want me dead so badly, let's play along."

"Now that Prince Lu is in charge of the Ministry of Revenue, it's time to go to him and ask for food rations for the disaster victims..."