Shen Yunyun feigned modesty for a moment before reluctantly agreeing.
This surprise was even more thrilling than passing the civil service exam.
She glanced again at the little milk dumpling sleeping in the empress's arms—soft, pale, and tender. Unable to resist, she reached out and poked it. So adorable.
"May I trouble the immortal to bestow a name upon my son?"
Shen Yunyun said cheerfully, "Sure."
The next moment, she was stumped. She had never realized she was terrible at naming things.
Her mind quickly scrolled through the names of ancient emperors she knew. Zhu Chongba was the first to be ruled out.
She thought Yuan, Yan, Che, and Zhan were all decent.
But she didn't use them—she just seriously considered them for a moment.
Naming a child was something for the parents to handle, after all. She wasn't really a fairy.
She reached out and poked the little milk dumpling's cheek again.
The little one let out a tiny yawn, slowly opened its eyes, and shifted its small gaze toward her.
Its tiny eyes reflected the rainbow of light, looking pure and adorable.
Then, the little one slowly opened its mouth and began reaching for her hand.
As if possessed, she moved her hand to its lips.
The little milk dumpling started sucking, making soft, contented sounds.
Damn, if it kept fussing like that, she'd start lactating.
"This child is fair and soft—let's call it Little Tangyuan."
The empress heard it as Tang Yuan and thought, *Yuan* means beginning, the first. This child, blessed by the immortal with the name Yuan, was destined to become the leader of all people, the emperor among men.
She quickly thanked her: "Many thanks to the immortal for the name."
Shen Yunyun found the empress's excitement a bit baffling.
Little Tangyuan—wasn't that name way too common?
Her former roommate's pet hamster was called Little Tangyuan. That hamster was adorable, always running on its wheel, and would grab the cage with its two paws, staring out with a dazed, cute expression.
Whenever someone called out "Little Tangyuan," it would crawl out from a pile of wood shavings and stand by the cage to look out.
If you gave it a sunflower seed, it would take it with both paws, stash it in its cheek, and then stare at you blankly.
So, what was the empress so excited about?
She couldn't figure it out, so she stopped thinking. She withdrew her hand, took one last look at the little milk dumpling, and returned to the trading center with the jade bracelet the empress had given her.
Sitting at her workstation, she rubbed the jade bracelet for a while, thinking she could sell it tomorrow for a good price.
She slipped the jade bracelet onto her wrist. It felt cool and smooth, very comfortable.
There were still some wishes on the Wishing Pool, and a few had already been dashed.
She casually clicked on another one to read its content.
"I hope it rains today so my umbrellas will sell well."
Before she could click on the next one, another wish popped up automatically.
"I hope it's sunny today so my journey isn't delayed."
"I hope I can meet that girl again today."
"I hope my ex-boyfriend drops dead on the spot."
"I hope I can join the sect leader's disciples in today's sect selection."
"Today's mission failed—I hope the Ghost King won't punish me."
"I hope I can stay rock-hard tonight and satisfy ten women."
"I hope my plan to seduce the CEO today succeeds."
"I hope I win a hundred million in the lottery today, divorce that crazy woman, and marry a rich, beautiful woman with long legs."
Wishes popped up one after another, like a dense barrage of comments, making Shen Yunyun drowsy. Among them were some risqué ones.
Some were downright eye-straining.
The beings across all realms had too many wishes for her to fulfill.
She was the master of the trading center, not a turtle in the Wishing Pool.