My brother entrusted his child to me, and I livestreamed raising the baby, making the Empress cry wi

Upon hearing this, all the civil and military officials in the court were immediately shaken.

Some people subconsciously took a half step back, some unconsciously clenched their scepters, and some opened their mouths wide before quickly closing them.

Was this sorcerer speaking to them?

No, that's not right—he said that to everyone.

He was speaking to the entire Great Flame Kingdom!

The people on the street stirred up another commotion.

"He spoke! That sorcerer spoke!"

"What did he say? The Great Flame Kingdom? He knows about us!"

"What exactly is he trying to do?!"

Lin Ye's voice continued, unhurried and even somewhat casual.

"First, let me introduce myself. My name is Lin Ye, Lin (two trees) and Ye (fire).

"I know you're probably thinking right now—is this person a sorcerer? A charlatan? Or does he know some kind of evil magic?"

He paused, his eyes crinkling slightly as if he found it amusing, and the beauty mark under his eye lifted slightly with the movement.

"But it's okay."

"I'm not here to argue with you, nor am I here to prove whether I'm a monster or not," Lin Ye shrugged in the sky, his tone nonchalant.

"I've come to tell you something."

He paused for a moment, his gaze piercing through the sky, as if he were looking at everyone watching.

"You should all know Ye Fan."

When that name rang in their ears, the people of the Great Flame Kingdom fell silent for a moment.

Then--

Like water splashed into boiling oil, it exploded instantly.

"Ye Fan? Lord Ye?! Is he talking about Lord Ye?!"

"How does this fiend know Lord Ye's name?!"

Lin Ye's voice continued, his tone filled with nostalgia and heaviness, the last syllable of which fell slightly.

"Ye Fan is my best brother!"

The crowd erupted in uproar.

"fart!!!"

In a street-side teahouse, a man with a full beard slammed his hand on the table, making the teacups clang and spill tea all over the table, which then dripped down the edge.

He suddenly stood up, causing the stool to crash to the ground with a thud, drawing the attention of everyone around him.

"Who do you think you are?! You dare to call Lord Ye your brother?!"

His voice was so loud that the whole street could hear him; the veins on his neck bulged out, like earthworms wriggling under his skin; his face was flushed red; and the veins on his forehead throbbed.

"Who is Lord Ye?! He is a great hero who helped His Majesty pacify the world! You, a sorcerer, dare to claim to be Lord Ye's brother by using some tricks to deceive people?!"

On the street, a farmer's wife selling vegetables threw her basket to the ground, scattering vegetables and radishes all over the place, but she didn't care. She just stood there with her hands on her hips, cursing at the sky, spittle flying everywhere.

"Bah! Back when Lord Ye was providing free medical care in our village, you were probably eating dirt in some backwater! And you dare call yourself Lord Ye's brother?!"

Even the schoolteacher was so angry that his beard trembled, and he slammed his ruler on the lectern: "Outrageous! Outrageous! This fiend dares to curry favor with Lord Ye! It's utterly outrageous! Shameless!"

The old scholar in the teahouse, who had been astonished by Lin Ye's collection of books, was also stunned for a moment, then shook his head and sighed, his face full of disappointment.

"I thought he was going to say something... Turns out he's just trying to curry favor with Lord Ye. This scoundrel is truly ignorant of his own limitations."

"How could someone as good as Lord Ye be associated with a sorcerer?!"

"This sorcerer is definitely trying to piggyback on Lord Ye's reputation so we'll believe his lies!"

"shameless!!!"

Curses and shouts rose from every street corner.

Some people rolled up their sleeves, some clenched their fists, and some even picked up stones from the ground and threw them into the air. As a result, the stones fell and hit people nearby, instantly causing a chorus of cries of "Ouch!"

In front of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, the civil and military officials were whispering and discussing whether Lin Ye's words were true or false. Ye Shijun had disappeared less than two years after being stripped of his official position, and his fate was unknown. How come a brother has suddenly appeared now, and a sorcerer at that?

"Absurd," a minister muttered, a hint of sarcasm playing on his lips.

"If he really is Lord Ye's brother, why has Lord Ye never mentioned him?" Another minister crossed his arms, his face full of disdain.

Only Shu Jingwei's fingers tightened slightly inside her sleeves, leaving faint marks on her palms with her nails.

She knew; she recognized him that very night. This man was the brother Ye Fan often mentioned to her…

Lin Ye looked at the real-time feedback from the system on the screen in front of him regarding the Great Flame Kingdom, and smiled, as if he had expected their reaction.

"I know you don't believe me. So, I'll show you something."

He stood up calmly, walked to the bookshelf, and made a soft sound as his feet touched the wooden floor.

Lin Ye took a picture frame off the shelf and gently ran his fingers along the edge of the frame.

Inside the frame is a photograph.

Lin Ye placed the photo frame in front of him and adjusted the angle so that everyone could see it clearly.

In the photo, two young people stand side by side on the bank of a wide river, arms around each other, smiling broadly.

Behind us stretched a vast expanse of reeds, their white plumes swaying in the wind like snow. The setting sun painted the river surface a golden-red, its surface shimmering as if covered with a layer of broken gold.

The one on the left is Lin Ye when he was young. He looked much more innocent than he does now, but you can tell it's him just by looking at his eyes and the two beauty marks under his eyes.

The one on the right—

The city was deathly silent, as if the whole world had been put on pause, and even the wind had stopped.

In the teahouse by the street, the bearded man who had been slamming his fist on the table and cursing just moments before was now as if someone had grabbed him by the throat, unable to utter a single word.

His mouth was agape, wide enough to fit a fist, and his eyes were wide open like copper bells, his pupils trembling violently in their sockets as he stared intently at the photograph in the sky.

The people up there...

"Lord Ye... Lord Ye..." His voice trembled violently, his lips quivered, each syllable seemed to be forced out of his throat, "That's... Lord Ye?!"

On the street, the peasant woman who had just been standing with her hands on her hips cursing was now covering her mouth, tears streaming down her face.

"Lord Ye...it really is Lord Ye..." she cried, tears blurring her vision. "That year there was a terrible drought, and he led us to dig wells and find water. He saved the lives of our entire village!"

In the schoolroom, the teacher's ruler hung in mid-air, hesitant to strike. He tilted his head back, his already somewhat cloudy eyes now blazing red.

"It's him..." The old man's voice trembled, "It's Mr. Ye... I can't mistake those features! It's definitely Mr. Ye!"

He gently placed the ruler on the table, then took two steps back, faced the sky, and bowed deeply.

Those who were saved by Ye Fan, those who were helped by Ye Fan, and those who received various benefits from Ye Fan's policies.

At that moment, they all looked up at the incredibly realistic portrait in the sky and burst into tears.