At 11:55 PM, Shen Yunyun arrived at her basement right on time. Half a month ago, she had moved from Jiangcheng to Echeng and stumbled upon a massive secret hidden in the backyard basement—it was actually the Myriad Realms Trading Center. When the trading center activated, a giant Wishing Pool would appear above her workbench. Floating on the pool were countless round bubbles, each one representing a wish. The bigger the bubble, the stronger the desire.
Last time, a commander of the Imperial Guard traded fifty taels of silver for two ibuprofen tablets. Those fifty silver ingots sold for a fortune, meaning her two pills fetched an astronomical price of thirteen thousand. That sum completely dispelled her fear of this bizarre trading center. What supernatural event was this? It was clearly her money tree, her golden house!
At exactly midnight, the Myriad Realms Trading Center opened. She scanned the room, and her gaze was drawn to a large, bright red bubble. With a thought, the bubble began to expand, and wherever it spread, the scene automatically transformed, like AI-generated special effects, seamless and natural. In the blink of an eye, she found herself in an ornate, antique-style room. The air was thick with incense, so strong it was almost choking.
A heavily pregnant woman was tied up on the bed, her hands and feet bound, her birth canal blocked. The laboring mother’s eyes were bloodshot, as if blood might spill from them at any moment. The wish Shen Yunyun had accepted was from this woman, begging to save her child. Two midwives stood by the bed. One of them gripped the woman’s arm and shouted toward the outside in a voice like Granny Rong’s: “Your Majesty, Your Majesty, you must hold on! The little prince is about to be born!”
Someone was waiting outside, and a voice urged, “Your Majesty, the Empress is blessed by heaven.” “The Empress and the royal heir are protected by your dragon aura; they will surely be safe.”
The other midwife stood aside, looking at the laboring woman with sympathy, pity, guilt, and remorse. Without a doubt, these two had been instructed by someone to act during the birth. Shen Yunyun, hearing the mention of “Empress,” guessed she had stumbled into a palace intrigue plot. They had deliberately blocked the birth canal to prevent the child from being born, intending to suffocate both the fetus and the mother, creating the illusion of a difficult labor death. This would eliminate both the mother and child without arousing suspicion. Whoever came up with such a venomous scheme deserved to be constipated for life. Truly vicious.
With a thought, Shen Yunyun’s hand materialized a stun baton. She zapped the midwife who sounded like Granny Rong, who convulsed and collapsed softly. The other midwife’s eyes widened in terror, and she dropped to her knees with a thud. “Spare me, immortal, spare me! This old servant will deliver the Empress immediately,” she begged, kowtowing frantically. “Go. If she dies, you won’t live either.”
The midwife scrambled up, trembling, to untie the Empress and assist with the birth. “Fairy, save…” the Empress whispered weakly toward Shen Yunyun. Shen Yunyun pressed a hand on her while summoning a can of Green Bull energy drink. She popped it open and fed it to the Empress. This functional beverage could quickly replenish energy, helping the laboring woman regain strength in no time. The Empress gasped, downing the entire drink in one go, and soon the fatigue eased.
The midwife, too terrified to slack off, worked with trembling hands. Ten minutes later, the Empress successfully gave birth to a baby boy, but the infant didn’t cry. No matter how much the midwife patted him, the child remained silent.