Wan'er lowered her head and said softly, "It's all my fault for being so weak. Not only did I not pay my respects to you, but I also made you come in person." She paused, then raised her eyes and asked, "I wonder what important matter Your Majesty has to discuss?"

Polite words should be spoken, after all, she is the Empress and also Da Yu'er's niece, whose status is much more noble than one's own.

Jing'er looked around, seemingly searching for something, and hesitated to reply to Wan'er's words.

Wan'er was puzzled, but she vaguely felt something was strange, a strangeness that she couldn't quite put her finger on.

After a long while, she finally spoke: "It's nothing, I just wanted to see if you were feeling better."

"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. I am already well." Wan'er lowered her eyes, her tone indifferent.

"That's good." Jing'er lowered her eyes, looked down at Wan'er, and said with a smile, "Consort Tong has given birth to a prince, Consort Xian, you must also work harder to produce offspring for the Emperor."

Wan'er gently shook her head. "My body is too weak. I can only leave it to fate and let nature take its course!" She bit her lip, a look of sadness flashing in her eyes, as if it were real.

Jing'er had no doubts and reached out to hold Wan'er's hand. "Imperial Consort, you are too indifferent. Don't you want to defy fate?" she whispered in Wan'er's ear.

"..." Wan'er was slightly taken aback, then met Jing'er's eyes, "Your Majesty's meaning, I don't understand."

She genuinely didn't understand and repeatedly tried to ask the system with her mind to resolve her doubts, but all she received was a message that the system was malfunctioning.

"I had someone calculate your destiny, and it was determined that you are destined to be childless. However, there is a prescription that can grant immediate fertility. Would you like it?" Jing'er asked mysteriously.

The two spoke in a voice so soft it was barely audible that even the palace maids nearby couldn't hear a single word.

"Why is Your Majesty so kind to me? I've only been in the palace for a few months," Wan'er cautiously probed.

"Because the Emperor likes you, I must extend that affection to everything he does." Jing'er gently curled the corners of her lips, her smile very gentle.

"Really?" Wan'er asked doubtfully. She couldn't believe that someone could be so magnanimous, unless...

She suddenly thought of something, and her brows furrowed.

Jing'er thought that she did not believe her, so she quickly explained, "If you are worried that there is a problem with the medicine, you can call all the imperial physicians to come."

"No need," Wan'er shook her head. "Your Majesty the Empress is trusted."

Upon hearing this, Jing'er smiled with satisfaction, and then she took out a beautiful little porcelain bottle from her waist and placed it in Wan'er's hand.

Wan'er waited a few seconds, and only accepted the item after receiving no system alert.

She gripped the porcelain bottle tightly, and just as she thought Jing'er would achieve her goal and leave, she suddenly heard a series of hurried footsteps. Before she could see who it was, a sharp pain shot through her face.

It turned out that Jing'er had hit her. The sudden slap caught her off guard, and she was forced to endure it.

A feeling of frustration instantly filled her entire body; this was the first time she had ever suffered such injustice in all the missions she had ever undertaken.

However, she was not one to take things lying down. She wanted to retaliate, but then she heard an even louder slap.

She looked straight ahead and saw Fu Lin standing in front of Jing'er, staring at her angrily.

Blood trickled from the corner of Jing'er's mouth, and a bright red finger mark stood out prominently. She glared at him angrily, "Aisin Gioro Fulin, how dare you hit me!"

Fu Lin was so angry that he laughed coldly and said, "You poisonous woman, you dare to say that I hit you? Didn't you hit Wan'er first?" He grabbed Jing'er's hand and squeezed it hard, as if he wanted to crush it.

Jing'er's face contorted in pain, but she endured it and said through gritted teeth, "Dong'e Wan'er spoke rudely and talked back to me. Am I not even allowed to teach her a lesson?"

But Fu Lin would never believe her. He forcefully shook off Jing'er's hand and loudly questioned the palace maid beside him, "Is it really as the Empress said?"

The palace maids looked at each other, none of them daring to speak, and could only kneel down on the ground with a thud.

"Speak! If you don't, I'll send you all to the Ministry of Punishments!" Fu Lin threatened.

Wan'er was quite dissatisfied with Fulin's actions, but then she thought that Fulin was still young, so naturally he was not as steady as Huang Taiji when he became emperor.

There was no way around it; the two had different experiences, which led to vastly different approaches to handling the situation.

So she remained calm, suppressing her frustration, and waited to see what Jing'er was up to.

The palace maids, startled by this, stammered, "Her Majesty the Empress and Consort Xian were speaking too softly, and we had no idea what was going on."

Finding no answers in the palace maids, Fulin turned his gaze to Wan'er and said gently, "Wan'er, don't be afraid. Tell me what happened."

Wan'er was about to speak when Jing'er interrupted, "Hmph, you still want to ask her? Of course she'll say that I hit her for no reason."

There was no reason at all, wasn't there? Wan'er wanted to say those words, but she swallowed them back.

“You…” Fu Lin angrily pointed at Jing’er, “Wan’er is as gentle and charming as her name suggests, how could she possibly talk back to you?”

Jing'er chuckled, "Then I will still be called Jing'er. Does Your Majesty find me quiet?"

Fu Lin was speechless after being rebuked, and the veins on his forehead bulged. "Let's go, let's ask Mother to judge this."

“Alright!” Jing’er was not afraid at all, and even more eager to find Dayu’er than Fu Lin, clearly wanting to make a big fuss about this.

"No..." Wan'er immediately stopped her, not wanting to do as Jing'er wished.

Another point is that if she really made a fuss over a small matter and it reached Dayuer's ears, Dayuer would probably dislike her even more.

Seeing this, Jing'er sneered, "Oh! Feeling guilty, huh!"

Wan'er immediately saw through her attempt to provoke her, so she ignored it.

"Borjigit Jing'er," Fu Lin growled, his eyes sharp.

But Jing'er wasn't afraid at all, as if she was happy to see Fulin get angry.