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Little Douzi burst into tears, clinging tightly to the edge of the coffin with both hands, her tiny body almost hanging from it.

Her nails had just been trimmed and were short, but she carelessly dug them into the cracks in the wood, leaving black lacquer and wood chips embedded between her fingers.

She used all her strength to pull down, as if she wanted to pry open the heavy coffin and pull the person inside out.

Little Douzi knew that once the lid was closed, she would never see her father again.

"Waaaaah, Daddy, don't go!" Her voice cracked, rising and falling, breaking and then picking up again, "Daddy, look at Little Dumpling! Daddy—!"

The coffin remained completely still.

The heavy, silent coffin made of Phoebe zhennan wood swallowed her cries, but uttered nothing.

Inside the mourning hall, everyone who saw this scene couldn't help but turn their heads away.

A cold wind swept through the hall, making the mourning couplets rustle loudly.

There seemed to be a crow cawing in the woods outside, a hoarse and harsh sound.

Throughout the Great Flame Kingdom, countless people wept uncontrollably.

In the bustling streets and alleys, women held their daughters and sons in their arms, pressing their children's faces against their shoulders, while their own tears streamed down their faces.

In the fields, an old farmer carrying a hoe took off his straw hat, pressed it silently to his chest, and trembled for a long time with his chapped lips, but he didn't say anything.

In the academy, the teacher took off his reading glasses and slowly wiped the lenses with his sleeve, but the more he wiped, the more blurred they became...

The barrage of comments on the screen was like a river that had burst its banks.

[Wang the Fatty: The eldest princess is only five years old this year, right...?]

[Zhang the Skinny: A five-year-old child is sending his father on his way... What a tragedy! What a tragedy...]

[Old Woman Qian: Thank goodness Immortal Lin took the eldest princess away. If she had stayed in that cannibalistic palace, she probably would have followed in Lord Ye's footsteps sooner or later!]

[Wang An, a commoner: Do you remember? When we first saw the First Princess from the sky, she was so thin...]

……

When this comment appeared on the screen, people all over the country felt a pang of anxiety.

At that time, the skinny little girl was held in Lin Xianren's arms, and they all thought she was a beggar's child who had been kidnapped.

But who would have thought that it was actually the eldest princess!

She was the eldest daughter of the Great Flame Kingdom, who should have been living a life of luxury and privilege!

The images in my memory are like a knife, stabbing into everyone's hearts.

And that's—

Lord Ye's only daughter!

The anger in the comments section was instantly ignited by the scene in their memories, like a ladle of water being poured into a boiling oil pan, splashing and exploding.

[Commoner Wang Lan: Shu Jingwei and Yao Jingyuan! You will both die a horrible death!]

[Commoner Zhou Tian: You two damned dogs, look what you've done to Lord Ye and the First Princess!]

……

The barrage of insults was deafening, with the scrolling comments so fast that the words were almost illegible, layer upon layer, like countless angry mouths roaring at the same time.

……

While Lin Ye squatted down to comfort Xiao Douzi, he also took a look at the images of the Great Flame Kingdom displayed by the system.

His gaze lingered on Yao Jingyuan, who had already left the palace.

The man sat in the carriage, looking at the chorus of curses on the sky, but instead of getting angry, he smiled, his face full of calculation.

Lin Ye paused slightly as he patted the back of the small bag, and he probably already knew what this person was going to do.

He silently instructed the system: From now on, add some special effects to all the bullet comments he sends to Yao Jingyuan.

Let him enjoy the "treatment of an emperor".

What follows is likely to be another good show...

……

Yao Jingyuan stared at the comments section, his eyes darting around.

Having left the palace, he became even bolder and quickly came up with another idea.

[Yao Jingyuan: That's all because of that poisonous woman, Shu Jingwei!]

He uttered this sentence, thought for a moment, and immediately added a second sentence.

[Yao Jingyuan: She deliberately cut back on Ye Fan and the First Princess's food! The First Princess was so thin, just skin and bones, curled up in a ball in the Cold Palace... That sight broke my heart. I, Yao Jingyuan, am also a father with a daughter!]

Yao Jingyuan paused for a moment when he thought of Shu Rou.

Oh, right, Shu Rou is still in the palace...

Forget it, forget it.

Even if Shu Jingwei is angry, would she kill her only remaining daughter?

Yao Jingyuan's words were like a bucket of muddy water poured into the crowd, splashing mud that blinded some people.

Yes.

Some people began to hesitate, and the momentum of the criticism weakened somewhat.

Lord Yao also has a daughter; seeing the eldest princess in such a pitiful state must have been painful for him. How could he be the one who harmed the eldest princess?

It must be that poisonous woman, Shu Jingwei; the most poisonous heart is that of a woman!

Across the Great Flame Kingdom, many people instantly turned their anger towards Shu Jingwei, slamming their fists on the table and cursing her.

Shu Jingwei sat on the dragon throne in the Hall of Supreme Harmony. The front of her dragon robe was now crumpled and stained with blood.

The words on the sky jumped line by line, and her pupils contracted line by line accordingly.

You, Yao Jingyuan!

She clenched her back teeth tightly.

They dare to smear her with all sorts of nonsense!

Empress Shu Jingwei: You're talking nonsense!

[Empress Shu Jingwei: The power to manage the harem was personally handed over to you, Yao Jingyuan, by me! Every single item and every provision for Zhaohua Palace was determined by you, Yao Jingyuan!]

She was panting heavily, her vision went black for a moment, and her fingernails dug deeply into her palms. The stinging pain brought her back to a slightly clearer state.

She cannot lose this standoff!

[Empress Shu Jingwei: I'm so busy with state affairs every day, I don't even have time to close my eyes, how could I have time to watch over those trivial matters in the harem! It's clearly you who are jealous, you who can't tolerate Ye Fan, it's all your own doing, you vile woman!]

After she finished sending those words, her chest heaved violently, her expression dark and menacing, as if she wanted to tear the owner of that name to pieces.

The sky was quiet for less than two breaths.

Yao Jingyuan's reply popped up.

The speed was extremely fast, as if a draft had been prepared in advance and was just waiting for this moment.

[Yao Jingyuan: It was all your doing!]

[Yao Jingyuan: You just want to teach Ye Fan a lesson, right? You clearly know everything! But you don't look, you don't care, you turn a blind eye—]

The green border flashed glaringly.

[Yao Jingyuan: You dare say—you've even glanced at them!?]

That stab was both precise and deep.

Shu Jingwei felt as if an invisible hand was gripping her throat.

At that moment, it felt like I stopped breathing.

She truly never went to see it...

But that was still because Yao Jingyuan was interfering in the middle!

[Empress Shu Jingwei: When did I ever hint at this to you?! Where's the evidence?! Where is the evidence?! Can you produce it?!]

[Empress Shu Jingwei: I clearly wanted to go see it before, but it was you, you vile woman, who stopped me!?]

……

The two of them started arguing back and forth on the sky.

One comment after another popped up, gold and green frames flashing alternately, faster and faster, the language becoming increasingly harsh, as if they wanted to crawl up the sky and tear the other person to pieces.

People from all over craned their necks, dazzled by the sight.

Everyone's mouths were agape, their heads bobbing back and forth in sync with the rhythm of the comments, like wheat stalks being blown about by the wind in a field.

"What His Majesty says makes sense. She's so busy with state affairs, she's always on the go and can't possibly attend to the trivial matters of the inner palace..." someone said.

"But Lord Yao is right. If His Majesty truly cares about Lord Ye and the First Princess, how could he not even glance at them? Does that make sense?" someone immediately retorted.

"Oh, what do you know? Things in the palace aren't that simple—"

"You don't understand! You've been fooled by Yao Jingyuan's true colors!"