"It seems Wan'er is really delirious from her illness." Fu Lin found it somewhat amusing, but still replied truthfully, "After Father Emperor passed away, Consort Chen was too saddened and also passed away."

Upon hearing this, Wan'er forced a calm expression and said, "So that's how it is."

She never expected that Hailanzhu would also go through this ordeal, which shows that her feelings for her were no less than those for Huang Taiji.

"Alright." Fu Lin took her hand. "I suppose you're not fully recovered yet. Have Yu Yan take this ginseng down and brew it for you to drink."

"No..." Upon hearing Fulin mention Yuyan, Wan'er felt an inexplicable protest in her heart, "Let's not call her Yuyan anymore."

"What's wrong?" Fu Lin asked, puzzled. "You usually trust her the most, and you're always unhappy when someone else does it for you."

"Uh..." She never expected the original owner to trust Yu Yan so much, but without evidence, she couldn't accuse Yu Yan of trying to harm her. She could only bite the bullet and lie, "Yu Yan is too tired. I have already told her to go and rest. She doesn't need to come and serve me. Besides, it's just a small matter. Let someone else do it!"

Fu Lin had no doubts. "Alright, then I will instruct Xiao Kangzi to do it."

“Okay…” Wan’er happily agreed.

Seeing Wan'er's beaming smile, Fu Lin unconsciously started to smile as well.

He kept gazing at Wan'er, and when his emotions ran deep, he couldn't help but lower his head to kiss her lips.

Fortunately, Wan'er realized what was happening and tried to ask the rescue system to leave temporarily, but unexpectedly, a little eunuch barged in.

"Heaven is on my side, I've saved some money." Wan'er was secretly delighted.

But Fu Lin was not so sure. He looked gloomy and scolded the little eunuch: "How do you do your job? Don't you even know how to report? It seems you'll have to go to the Department of Punishments before you learn."

The young eunuch was so frightened that he knelt on the ground, kowtowing and begging for forgiveness, saying, "This servant knows his mistake. This servant is new to the palace and does not know many etiquette rules. I hope Your Majesty will forgive me."

Wan'er turned her gaze to the trembling little eunuch, who looked to be only eight or nine years old, with clear eyes, and couldn't help but want to help him.