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

[Commoner Zhang San: Am I seeing things? That bracelet... is it jade? Good heavens! It's like it's stuffed with both a sunset and a dragon vein!]

[Commoner Li Si: Putting this on... on a baby?! Who exactly is Lord Ye?! A deity descended to earth, confirmed!]

[Commoner Wang Wu: They've gone mad! They've all gone mad! That jade...that carving! Compared to this, even the palace's tribute items are just clods of dirt!]

[Commoner Yang Qi: Waaaaah! Those people still remember things from so long ago, it shows how kind Lord Ye is to everyone!]

……

Amid the crowd, a few voices expressed heartache for the child.

[Commoner Zhang Liang: That jade bracelet, and Lin Xianren's entire set... how many cities could they be exchanged for? No, no amount of cities could buy them! And just like that... they were buried with him? What a pity...]

……

But that sound was instantly drowned out by a much louder roar.

[People's Weekend: What a waste! What's there to regret! Lord Ye deserves everything!]

[People's Weekend: It's only right! Only a divine treasure is worthy of Lord Ye!]

[Commoner Wang Xing: Yes, yes, yes! That's how it should be! Lord Ye deserves all the good things in the world!]

……

The barrage of comments praising the sentiment "This is how it should be" ultimately drowned out all other noises. The comments were orderly, resolute, and powerful—the most simple yet strongest belief of countless ordinary people.

Their Lord Ye deserves all of this, and even more.

……

After the burial items were properly placed, the lights in the mourning hall suddenly dimmed.

Before anyone could react, a soft white light suddenly rippled out from the void in front of the coffin.

The light rippled gently like water for a few moments, then gradually coalesced into a series of extremely clear images!

The scene first flashes by a strange sight that the people of the Great Flame Kingdom have never seen before:

A beautifully sculpted baby was picked up and held in the arms of the young Dean Lü Hongmei. The child's features vaguely resembled those of Ye Fan.

Then came the toddlers learning to walk, the teenagers studying diligently under the lamp, and the young people full of vigor and ambition…

One by one, scene by scene, from naivety to maturity, from immaturity to composure.

That's Lord Ye.

That was Lord Ye, whom they had never seen before.

Inside the mourning hall, Ye Fan's relatives and friends were already sobbing uncontrollably.

"That was when Xiao Fan was three years old. I took him to the park..." Lü Hongmei grabbed the arm of the person next to her, crying so hard she could barely speak. "Look how happy he is..."

"That's his college graduation photo! He even said that day that he must be invited to the wedding banquet when Mengmeng and I get married..." Mu Chenfeng covered his eyes, not letting the tears fall.

……

But before they could catch their breath, the scene continued, this time showing a series of ancient scenes.

That was a record of Ye Fan's experiences in the Great Flame Kingdom, created by a professional team based on Ye Fan's memories.

Although their relatives and friends had some doubts, they didn't think much of it, assuming that Ye Fan had probably said something to Lin Ye before his death, and that's why these videos were made.

They continued watching with a mixture of curiosity and sorrow.

……

The millions of people in the Great Flame Kingdom were speechless, stunned by the familiar scene before them!

The images on the light screen were so clear and so realistic that it seemed as if Ye Fan's entire life had been brought to life right before their eyes!

And those scenes from the Great Flame Kingdom—

When Ye Fan first entered the Great Flame, he stood on the edge of the field in plain clothes, watching the people farm in the most primitive way. He then rolled up his trousers and went down into the field, teaching the people how to improve their farming tools.

As the flood raged, he personally led his officers and soldiers to reinforce the dikes, standing in waist-deep floodwaters covered in mud, shouting hoarsely as he directed the evacuation of the people.

As the plague spread, he disregarded his own safety and went deep into the epidemic area to settle the abandoned patients one by one. He studied prescriptions day and night, his eyes bloodshot from exhaustion.

In the imperial court, he argued vehemently, all for the sake of reducing taxes by 10%, or even half a 10%, so that the people could have a little more food to eat...

Each and every incident is so clear, so real, as if it happened just yesterday.

[Commoner Wu Jiu: This... what kind of magical technique is this?! It can actually reveal everything about Lord Ye's life, as if he witnessed it firsthand!?]

[Commoner Zheng Shi: That wasn't magic...that was a miracle! It's the heavens writing a biography for Lord Ye!]

[Commoner Zhou Shiyi: Look! That's the dike of Qingzhou! If it weren't for Lord Ye that year, the entire Qingzhou would have been wiped out! My father survived that flood! Waaaaah...]

[Commoner Chen Shier: My sister was personally rescued by Lord Ye in the epidemic area! I recognize his clothes. It was raining that day, and he was squatting in the mud taking my sister's pulse!]

[Meng Yuan, a student at Xiaoshan Academy: This is the model for us scholars! Lord Ye truly embodied the spirit of serving the people!]

……

The comments section erupted once again.

But this time, in addition to grief and sorrow, there was also a tremendous shock.

Those things they had personally experienced, those stories they had passed down by word of mouth, were now vividly and realistically reappearing before their eyes in this way.

It was as if Lord Ye had never left, as if he were still running around on every inch of the land of the Great Flame...

The capital city, the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

Shu Jingwei stared intently at the images, her pupils suddenly contracting.

Those images of Ye Fan in the fields, on the dikes, in the epidemic area, and in the imperial court...

"This can't be..." she murmured, her voice hoarse, "How could this be..."

Those scenes were so specific, so vivid, that even Ye Fan's expression, actions, and the surrounding environment were exactly as described!

It truly felt as if God was recording and writing a biography for Ye Fan!

How could such methods exist in this world?!

……

Yao Jingyuan, who was inside the Noble Consort's bedchamber, also had a drastic change in expression.

With the release of this item, Ye Fan's influence will undoubtedly grow even stronger.

He needs to think carefully about whether there's a chance to completely sever ties between himself and Ye Fan's death.

Otherwise, the overwhelming public outrage would make it impossible for him to hold onto his position even if he defeated Shu Jingwei.

……

Inside the mourning hall, the image slowly dimmed and eventually disappeared.

However, those images are deeply imprinted in the hearts of every viewer and can never be erased.

After a brief silence, the emcee stepped forward.

Dressed in plain white, he solemnly unfolded the sacrificial text in his hand.

"Ye Fan, born into humble circumstances and raised in hardship, yet harboring lofty aspirations..."

He read in a deep, slow voice, not loud, yet it clearly pierced through the invisible barrier, each word falling into the ears of everyone in the Great Flame Kingdom who looked up, and striking into their hearts.

Inside the mourning hall, everyone bowed their heads in silent tribute in unison to the sound of the voice.

Although Xiao Douzi didn't quite understand what the emcee was saying, she was affected by the sorrowful atmosphere, and the tears she had managed to hold back started falling again.

She blinked hard, trying to hold back her tears, but it was in vain.

One drop, two drops, scalding tears welled up and slid down her cold little face.

She had no choice but to cover her mouth tightly with her little hand to stop herself from crying out, but her whole body trembled uncontrollably, and her little shoulders shook.

Seeing this, Lin Ye leaned down and easily lifted her up with one arm, letting her rest on his shoulder.

The little girl buried her face in his neck, and her icy tears quickly soaked his collar.

Lin Ye didn't speak, but simply raised his other large hand and gently stroked the back of her furry head.

Meanwhile, the barrage of comments in the lower right corner of the screen suddenly erupted after a brief silence!

It was everywhere, densely packed.