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

[Grandma Li, a commoner: Lord Ye, I will forever remember your kindness to my whole family. In my next life, I will repay you!]

[Commoner Zhao Da: Zhao Da, along with his entire family, kowtows to bid farewell to Lord Ye!]

[Commoner Liu Xiu: Lord Ye, my husband was taken to repair the imperial tomb two years ago and never came back. It was you who passed by and gave us money and food to survive... I'll sing you a folk song from our village to send off the dead... May you live a long and healthy life in your next life!]

[Xu Wen, a student at Xiaoshan Academy: After reading Lord Ye's policy essay, I finally understand what "putting the people first" truly means. Lord Ye, may you rest in peace!]

……

One, ten, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand, a million, ten million...

The barrage of comments transformed into a surging ocean of light.

Behind every comment is a face that is weathered, sorrowful, or respectful; a life that was directly or indirectly helped or influenced by Ye Fan during his lifetime; a simple and sincere tribute.

The capital city, the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

The torrent of comments, the mourning and lyrics from every corner of the Great Flame Land, gathering the will of millions, were like resounding slaps, relentlessly striking Shu Jingwei's face!

These--

They are all subjects of her Great Flame!

They are all her subjects!!!

They were actually facing a dead traitor, a rebellious demon!

Such sorrow and grief!

Shu Jingwei trembled with rage. She gripped the armrests of the dragon throne tightly, her fingers turning a sickly white from the excessive force, her nails almost digging into the wood.

Her gaze was fixed on the barrage of text scrolling wildly across the screen, each word "Lord Ye" feeling like a red-hot iron branding her heart!

She could no longer hear what the emcee was saying, nor could she see what the people in the mourning hall were doing.

All she could see were the comments on the screen, those comments that supported Ye Fan and seemed to be defying her, the emperor!

Those lowly people, those ants who should have been kneeling at her feet and shouting "Long live the Empress!", dared to so openly mourn for a traitor!

She gave all the reverence and obedience that should have belonged to her to that dead man!

She is the true emperor!

She is the sole ruler of this world!

How dare they!?

"Hah...hah..." Heavy, broken breaths escaped from Shu Jingwei's slightly parted lips.

Her body trembled more and more violently, and she was like a withered leaf in a storm, about to be torn apart by the invisible rage.

At his temples, bluish veins bulged menacingly, throbbing wildly as if they were about to burst at any moment.

Inside her chest, the evil fire called "humiliation" and "rage" scorched her internal organs, making her vision go black in waves, and she could even taste the metallic sweetness of rust on her tongue.

"close the door!"

Two words were squeezed out from her violently heaving chest, twisted and completely distorted, like a dull knife scraping harshly across a rusty piece of iron.

The chief eunuch was taken aback.

"Close the door for me!! Close it!!!"

Shu Jingwei suddenly straightened her body, her well-maintained face now distorted and deformed by extreme anger, looking like a demon crawling out of hell.

"Who gave you permission to watch this treacherous and misleading stuff?! Are you deaf?! Shut it down!!!"

The last sound was a hysterical roar.

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly grabbed the heavy dragon-patterned inkstone on the dragon table and smashed it towards the palace gate!

Bang—crash!

The heavy thud was followed by the ear-piercing sound of the jade shattering.

The dragon-patterned inkstone slammed into the gilded door frame and shattered into pieces instantly!

Thick black ink suddenly exploded, staining a large area black and splattering several nearby officials who couldn't dodge in time, covering their faces and bodies!

The civil and military officials inside the hall were instantly terrified, their faces turning pale. Several officials near the hall door scrambled to their feet and together tried to push the heavy door open.

"Boom!"

The heavy palace doors groaned deeply and painfully as they slowly closed inward.

The sound of the door hinges turning was amplified infinitely in the deathly silent hall, crushing the hearts of everyone present.

The heavy vermilion palace doors slowly closed, shutting out the sky outside, which was illuminated by the light of the heavens, inch by inch.

"Bang!"

With a loud crash, the two palace doors slammed shut completely.

The Hall of Supreme Harmony was instantly plunged into darkness.

Only the candlelight from the gilded lamps around the room and the slivers of natural light filtering through the high windows dimly illuminated the space.

The dim light cast shadows on everyone's anxious faces, and also stretched the figure on the dragon throne, who was breathing heavily, into a huge, distorted, and trembling shadow.

The world seemed to have become quiet.

But it was only an impression.

The invisible impact of the millions of people mourning in unison, the extreme humiliation of being openly "betrayed" by her subjects, burrowed into Shu Jingwei's limbs and bones like a cold, venomous snake, gnawing at her reason.

She slumped onto the dragon throne, panting heavily, her body still trembling with anger beneath her dragon robe.

The light of the barrage of bullets still seemed to linger before my eyes, and I could almost hear the voices of countless people calling out "Lord Ye".

Kill...kill them...

A crazy and violent thought, like a wildfire on a wasteland, suddenly ignited in her heart, burning every nerve in her body.

They're all traitors!

They're all traitors and lowly scoundrels!

Did they think she was dead?!

How dare they so fervently support a dead man!

This is such a trampling of her imperial dignity!

Once she quells the rebellion, once she deals with Wang Meng and Lin Ye...

Her eyes stared blankly at the closed palace doors ahead, her pupils unmoving, like two brown glass beads embedded in their sockets.

But deep within those pupils, something was burning eerily.

She's going to drag out all those lowly people who sent comments to mourn Ye Fan!

She will leave no one alive! She will exterminate their entire clan!

She wanted to show them who the real masters of this world were!

She will make them regret every word they typed today, and make them tremble in fear for her even in the afterlife!

And then there are the refugees who fled to the North…

Shu Jingwei's lips twitched nervously.

Those are all potential traitors! Absolutely!

Those cities in the north... when the army breaches them, she will slaughter them!

She wanted to use her scalding blood to completely wash away all the shame she had suffered!

……

At this moment, the moment of silence in the sky had ended.

The crowd stepped forward one by one, solemnly offering incense to Ye Fan.

After Lin Ye took Xiao Douzi over, he stepped aside and glanced at the Great Flame Kingdom.

The people knelt on the ground, and the comments section continued to flood with eulogies for Ye Fan.

As for Shu Jingwei—

Lin Ye's gaze fell on her face, and he narrowed his eyes slightly after just one glance.

In the candlelight, her face was as pale as a sheet of waterlogged rice paper, yet it had an unnatural flush.

Her lips were pressed into a sharp arc, her nostrils flared violently, and her eyes were fixed on something, churning with undisguised resentment and bloodthirsty excitement.

It's obvious at a glance that this woman isn't hiding anything good.

Lin Ye withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyes, pondered for a moment, and suddenly thought of something that had been newly unlocked after the last system live stream.

Suddenly, a thought silently surfaced in my mind.

Without making a sound, he mentally invoked the system, instructing it to purchase a [Heart Manifestation Charm], and then—

use.