The eunuch's words did not quell Fu Lin's anger. Fu Lin said, "Guards, throw this ill-mannered eunuch into the Imperial Prison and let the people there teach him what manners are."

After he finished speaking, two guards stepped forward and took the young eunuch away.

"Your Majesty, please calm your anger... This servant knows his crime... I beg Your Majesty to spare my life... I beg Your Majesty to forgive this servant this time." The childish sobbing voice was a testament to the cruelty of the feudal era.

Wan'er sighed. She couldn't change the cruelty of class divisions on her own, but she still wanted to try to lend a helping hand.

So she tugged at Fulin's sleeve and said, "Your Majesty, there's no need to be so angry. He's just a child after all. It's not worth arguing with him. Your Majesty, why don't you just forgive him?"

After a moment of contemplation, Fu Lin nodded in agreement, considering Wan'er's plea.

"Thank you, Your Majesty... Thank you, Consort Xian..." the little eunuch said, kowtowing repeatedly with tears of gratitude in his eyes.

"Get up," Fu Lin said calmly.

The young eunuch got up from the ground, wiped the tears from his cheeks, and stood respectfully in front of Fulin, not daring to raise his head.

"Speak, what urgent matter do you wish to discuss with me?" Fulin asked.

Overwhelmed with fear, the young eunuch's voice trembled slightly as he reported, "Your Majesty, Consort Tong of Jingren Palace has given birth to a prince."

If it were anyone else, they would naturally be overjoyed, but you couldn't see that in Fulin. He said slowly, "Consort Tong has worked hard. Everyone in Jingren Palace will be rewarded with ten taels of silver."

Fortunately, Lady Tongjia was not there; otherwise, how heartbroken she would have been to receive such a cold response from Fulin after risking her life to give birth to her child.

Even Wan'er couldn't bear to watch any longer. Fu Lin was being far too indifferent. She couldn't help but say, "Your Majesty, as the saying goes, childbirth is like a woman walking through the gates of hell. Why don't you go and see Consort Tong? She'll be happier."

But Fulin was unwilling, and he shook his head and said, "But I only want to be with Wan'er."

Wan'er smiled calmly, "There's plenty of time in the future. I have plenty of time to spend with Your Majesty. I don't want to compete with Consort Tong for this right now."

"But your body..."

Fu Lin was about to continue speaking when Wan'er gently pushed him away, saying, "Your Majesty, why don't you go and keep Consort Tong company? With so many people looking after me, I will be fine."

Wan'er, who was quite knowledgeable about the history of the Qing Dynasty, naturally knew who this Consort Tong was—the mother of Emperor Kangxi. She had no desire to be her enemy and create unnecessary trouble for herself.

Since Wan'er repeatedly declined, Fu Lin could not stay any longer. He could only instruct the palace maids outside the door: "Take good care of Consort Xian, and remember not to neglect her."

The palace maid immediately knelt down and replied, "This servant will obey His Majesty's decree."

Upon seeing this, Fu Lin turned and left.

Just as Wan'er thought Fulin had gone to Jingren Palace and was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he unexpectedly returned.

This left her completely bewildered. "Your Majesty, is there anything else?"

Fulin walked to Wan'er's bedside again. "I don't know what name to give the Third Prince. I would like to ask you, Wan'er, to help me come up with a few."

Wan'er was both amused and exasperated. "Your Majesty is joking. With Consort Tong here, why should I have to name her?"

Fu Lin shook his head, "Consort Tong is skilled in embroidery, but she knows absolutely nothing about literature. She can only recognize a few characters."

"Can…"

Wan'er wanted to retort, but Fulin was persistent, "If Wan'er doesn't help me, I'll stay in your palace and not leave."

Wan'er then realized that Fulin didn't want to go to Jingren Palace halfway through and wanted to stick with her, so he just made up an excuse.

Helpless, she could only pretend to think for a while before saying, "How about the name Xuan Ye?"

"Xuan Ye? He seems not bad." Fu Lin thought, resting his chin on his hand.

"Since His Majesty thinks it's good, then quickly inform Consort Tong and ask for her opinion," Wan'er said.

Now that he had decided on a name, Fu Lin had no reason to linger any longer and could only leave with a group of guards, looking reluctant.

Wan'er waited for a long time, and only felt relieved when she saw that Fu Lin did not come again.

Once she relaxed, she noticed there was still someone standing in the palace, so she turned to ask, "Why haven't you gone back yet?"

That's right, it was the little eunuch who was just about to be sent to the Censorate.

As soon as she finished speaking, the little eunuch knelt down with a thud. "This servant thanks Your Majesty for saving my life. If it weren't for Your Majesty, this servant would probably be suffering in the Department of Punishments right now."

His waiting was to stay and express his special gratitude to Wan'er.

Wan'er waved her hand, "Get up, it was nothing, no need to worry about it."

The young eunuch immediately stood up after obeying the order. "How could this servant not be grateful? This is a life-saving grace." He bowed and continued, "Your Highness, if there is anything you need my help with in the future, I will definitely go through fire and water for you."

Children are children after all; they remember even the smallest kindness. Wan'er initially didn't think much of it, but then she thought that if she needed help in the future, this person would be a suitable candidate. So she smiled and said, "Alright, but you have to tell me your name so I can find you."

Seeing that Wan'er accepted him, the little eunuch's eyes were filled with joy. "This servant is Li Dequan."

"Li Dequan?" Wan'er found the name very familiar, but couldn't quite place it.

"Yes, Your Majesty, you may call me Little Li." Li Dequan said humbly.

Wan'er nodded, and seeing that he was still young, she reminded him: "No matter what happens, don't panic and rush forward. This time, with me here, you can escape this calamity for the time being. But if there is a next time, I may not be able to protect you."

"Thank you for your teachings, Your Highness." Li Dequan accepted the instruction attentively, but he also felt wronged. After thinking it over, he explained to Wan'er, "Actually, this servant was deceived."

“Oh,” Wan’er raised an eyebrow, “I thought so. The Imperial Household Department isn’t so incapable of training even one person.”

With nothing else to do, she listened attentively to how Li Dequan had been deceived.