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The mourning hall stood solemnly against the sky.

Black curtains hung down, white chrysanthemums covered the ground, and the huge character "奠" (meaning "offering sacrifice") hung in the center, as if carved by a knife and axe.

People gradually entered.

Lin Ye stood calmly to one side of the coffin, wearing a well-tailored black suit with a white silk flower pinned to his chest and a black veil wrapped around his left arm.

He put the little boy down, and he stood timidly next to his legs.

Her small hands gripped the hem of Lin Ye's crisp suit tightly, her knuckles turning white.

The little child looked up at the huge coffin in front of him, his big, round eyes were red and swollen, and his long eyelashes were still covered with tears. It was obvious that he had been crying again.

Beside them were several young men and women dressed similarly, all of whom were his and Ye Fan's close classmates and friends from their school days. At this moment, they all had sorrowful faces and red eyes.

Dean Lü Hongmei stood at the front, gazing at the coffin and the black-haired young man inside, wiping away tears.

The handkerchief she was clutching was already soaked through, with sticky tear stains between her fingers.

Further on were dozens of men and women dressed in a low-key or simple manner, some middle-aged, some still looking quite young—

These are all "family members" who grew up with Lin Ye and Ye Fan in this orphanage.

Many of them hadn't seen each other for over a decade, scattered across the country, and only rushed over from all over after receiving the news a few days ago.

Standing here now, many people look at each other's vaguely familiar features, open their mouths, but can't say a word, their eyes filled with the same heavy grief.

Because the funeral was to be held in the courtyard that held all their childhood memories, Lin Ye did not hold a grand ceremony.

Moreover, he knew Ye Fan well; that man was not one for extravagance. He probably feared that the noise would disturb the peace of the place more than he would hold a grand funeral for himself.

So in the end, only a mere hundred people gathered in the mourning hall.

In this simply furnished hall, where every item exudes understated luxury, the presence of a hundred people seemed strangely empty and desolate.

……

Inside the Taihe Palace in the Great Flame Kingdom.

Shu Jingwei stared at the sky, watching the commoners, dressed in what she considered "shabby" clothes, walk in one by one, until the hall was not even full of people.

The surging anger in his chest suddenly transformed into a strong sense of superiority.

Look, this is Ye Fan's funeral!

The Lord Ye who was praised to the skies by the ignorant commoners and solemnly displayed by that wicked Lin Ye, actually had such a meager legacy after his death!

How ridiculous!

How utterly shameful! She almost burst out laughing, her cheeks twitching uncontrollably, two sickly red blushes spreading across her face.

It looks like there are probably less than a hundred people here.

Ha! A hundred insignificant commoners?

She sneered inwardly.

When I ascended the throne, banners covered the sun, and the emperors of all nations bowed down. That was the majesty of the ruler of heaven and earth!

Lin Ye, Lin Ye, is this how you end up with your "best brother"?

This is a huge joke!

But Ye Fan? An orphan from the muddy ground deserves nothing more than this!

The vicious sarcasm in Shu Jingwei's heart spread like venom.

However, before her sneer could even escape her throat—

From the sky above, the funeral officiant's deep voice came, asking everyone to take out and arrange the burial items they had brought.

The mocking smile that had just begun to form on Shu Jingwei's lips suddenly froze, making her face look utterly ridiculous.

……

The first to step forward was Dean Lü Hongmei.

She stretched out her thin hand and slowly pulled out a gray velvet bag with worn edges from inside her close-fitting clothes. The bag was tied with a thin string of the same color.

Her movements were unusually slow and solemn, as if she were opening a treasure box that sealed time and secrets.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, she untied the thin rope and carefully poured an object out of the velvet bag.

In that instant, it was as if a small ball of solidified flame landed on her calloused palm.

It was a bracelet.

The bracelet is perfectly formed, with no trace of splicing or inlay. It is made entirely from a single piece of inestimable, top-quality Blood Beauty jadeite.

It was a fiery, domineering red, shimmering with an incredibly vibrant light under the lamplight, as if it were alive.

The red is so rich and intense, yet it doesn't feel dull at all; instead, it presents an ultimate sense of clarity.

Even more astonishing is that in the heart of this breathtaking red landscape, there is a naturally occurring band of imperial green, of just the right width and meandering like a dragon in flight.

This emerald green is not merely an embellishment, but rather permeates the fiery red, so vibrant and noble that it intertwines and complements the intense red, creating a natural and breathtaking spectacle of red and green.

At the boundary between red and green, the color transitions naturally like clouds and mist, without any boundaries. This is the legendary "red and green blending together, a treasure of heaven and earth".

The craftsmanship of the bracelet has reached a state of perfection. It is polished to a shine that reflects one's image, and the red and green luster flows endlessly from any angle.

"This...this is..." Dean Lü Hongmei held the bracelet, which seemed to weigh a thousand pounds and shone brightly, in her hands, tears streaming down her face.

Her voice was hoarse and trembling, yet every word pierced clearly into everyone's ears.

"This is... the only thing I kept inside Xiao Fan's little blanket the day I found him..."

She took a deep breath, but the breath was broken and fragmented.

"This thing... is too valuable... I was afraid of causing trouble, and even more afraid of losing this child's only possession. So I wrapped it in this velvet cloth, didn't tell anyone, and kept it close to my body until now..."

She choked up and could barely speak, then wiped her face hard.

"This bracelet might be the only clue to his origins. What kind of family would give such an item to an infant..."

Lu Hongmei didn't finish her sentence, but everyone understood the unspoken meaning—the background was probably deeper and more terrifying than ordinary people could imagine.

"I originally planned... to give this bracelet to you two after you settled down and got married, but..."

Trembling, she bent down and gently, very gently, placed the red and green divine object beside Ye Fan.

"Now...it's back to its rightful owner..." she sobbed uncontrollably.

"Xiao Fan... my child... you came wearing it, and now... may you go in peace wearing it..."

……

Great Flame Kingdom, Taihe Palace.

Shu Jingwei was struck dumb, her entire body frozen on the dragon throne, forgetting even to breathe.

She stared intently at the dazzling red and green bracelet against the sky, her eyes wide with shock, greed, and disbelief.

She was an emperor!

She possesses the treasury of the Great Flame Kingdom!

She had seen countless rare and precious treasures presented as tribute! She considered herself one of the richest and most knowledgeable people in the world!

but……

That bracelet!

Those crimson hues, so vibrant they seemed to weep blood; those greens, so captivating they seemed to steal your soul! That perfectly harmonious blend! That breathtaking radiance! That perfection that should never exist in the human world!

Compared to her, even the finest red jade and green jade in her warehouse are not worthy of comparison!

The bracelet seemed to possess an inherent majesty, lying there quietly, as if silently mocking all the treasures she owned, ridiculing how simple and laughable her proud royal collection was!

Lu Hongmei's words were like a thunderbolt from the heavens, striking her so hard that she felt her soul leave her body.

Could it be that Ye Fan's identity is not simple?!