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

Gao Fang shuddered, as if he had been hit on the back of the head. How...how did he know?!

As if the person in the sky knew what he was thinking, the second comment followed the first one, and before the golden light had faded, new words appeared.

"Because that was left behind by Ye Fan before his death! He only wrote a rough draft at the time, and before he could continue to improve and perfect it, he was dismissed from his post."

The moment the name "Ye Fan" was uttered, it was like a boulder crashing into a lake, creating a massive, towering wave.

The expressions on everyone's faces in the hall changed.

Lin Ye's comments continued to appear:

"And your Emperor Shu Jingwei's elite troops—"

He paused.

That pause was like a knife hanging over everyone's head, refusing to fall.

"They were also trained under Ye Fan's guidance."

The air in the hall seemed to have been sucked away; everyone stopped breathing, and the hall was so quiet that the crackling of the candle flames could be heard.

"Unfortunately, he trusted the wrong person. He handed a fine knife to an executioner."

Lin Ye's voice suddenly deepened, carrying a cold, almost sighing chill.

"Since it was Ye Fan's mistake—I will send someone to deal with that group of elites."

The entire hall erupted in uproar.

The ministers' faces turned deathly pale.

That elite group—

That was Shu Jingwei's biggest trump card, an iron-blooded army that had recaptured twenty-four cities in just a few months, as easily as cutting melons and vegetables!

Lin Ye... casually said he wanted to "clean it up"?

What...what should he do?

The golden light of the comments hadn't faded when new text began to appear:

"I'm posting this today simply because... I don't want his life's work to be appropriated by some people."

Some people.

Everyone in the Fengde Hall who heard those three words turned their gazes unanimously to the most esteemed person in the Great Yan Kingdom at the very top—

Shu Jingwei.

Gazes came from all directions, like countless needles pricking my skin.

Shu Jingwei trembled all over from the sting of those gazes.

Anger burned within her, making her face burn. Yet, her body was chilling in waves, so cold that her bones trembled.

Two extreme temperatures collided and tore at her body, like two giant pythons locked in a fierce battle.

He raised his hand from the armrest, clenched it into a fist, and dug his nails into his palm, leaving crescent-shaped bloody marks.

She suddenly stood up.

The wide sleeves of the dragon robe swept over a wine cup on the table, and with a clink, the wine spilled all over the table, soaking several plates of delicate pastries.

"What are you looking at!?"

Her voice was so sharp it split.

"You actually believe what this sorcerer says!?"

As he shouted, he flicked his sleeve and grabbed the blue-and-white porcelain wine pot with a dragon and cloud pattern.

Then it slammed hard onto the ground.

The wine jug struck the hard ground and shattered instantly.

The wine spilled out, the amber liquid overflowing the ground and flowing freely along the cracks between the bricks.

"Don't you want your head anymore!?"

Her voice echoed endlessly in the unusually quiet hall.

Everyone in the hall lowered their heads.

It was pitch black and completely silent, as if it had instantly transformed into a clay sculpture or wooden carving.

No one dared to look at her, and no one dared to speak.

But beneath those lowered eyelids, each eyeball was darting about wildly.

Those opportunistic officials were now sweating profusely, their undergarments almost completely soaked through.

What did Lin Ye just say?

We need to get rid of that elite group.

But His Majesty's current advantage is entirely due to this newly emerged elite force. If this elite force were to truly disappear—

Is his current position still secure?

They hunched their shoulders, their thoughts racing, calculating which escape route would be safer.

On the other side, the expressions on the faces of the newly surrendered generals were much more complex.

A military officer with a full beard clenched his fist, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged out one by one.

He came for the new iron and the incredibly effective training methods. He brought his 8,000 troops to join Shu Jingwei, hoping to improve the strength of his soldiers and then make a name for himself.

But now?

That method of training soldiers was left behind by Ye Fan.

And Ye Fan—

They're already dead!

Another military officer slammed his wine cup down on the table. The force wasn't great, but the thud was loud enough for several people around to hear.

He didn't speak, but just snorted coldly and exhaled two puffs of foul air from his nostrils.

That cold snort was filled with the anger of being fooled.

A useless emperor.

The same thought popped into their minds at the same time: there's no value in offering any support.

They boasted so much before, but it turned out to be nothing. They left after the banquet, and anyone who gets involved is a fool!

However, amidst the undercurrents swirling in the hall, the most composed were the heads of the powerful families who had held power for many years.

The head of the Langya Wang clan sat upright in his seat, his face showing no emotion.

He even picked up his wine glass and slowly took a sip, as if nothing had happened.

But his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

He didn't care whose method of iron smelting it was.

However, a more complete version has now emerged.

What about all those armors and swords they just bought with so much silver?

He put down his wine glass and tapped his fingertips lightly twice on the table.

Well, thankfully I didn't place a large order just now to be on the safe side.

Buy it back and let the craftsmen disassemble and study it; it would be best if they could figure it out.

If we can't figure it out through research, then we'll have to find another way.

His gaze involuntarily drifted towards the sky, gazing at Lin Ye's back as he stood in front of the bookshelf, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

I wonder... if there's any chance I'll get in touch with this person?

Shu Jingwei stood frozen in front of the dragon throne, her chest heaving violently like a bellows, each breath accompanied by a burning pain.

She could tell.

Their minds are no longer on this.

She wanted to roar, to drag these traitors out one by one and behead them, hanging their heads all over the palace walls!

But she can't.

Her fingernails dug deeper into her flesh, drawing blood, but the pain kept her conscious for the last moment.

At least for now, she can't afford to break off relations. She still needs the powerful families, the military generals, the court officials…

If she turns against him now, she will fall from the pinnacle of power and be shattered to pieces, without even waiting for Lin Ye to make a move.

She swallowed the metallic taste churning in her throat, took a deep breath, and forced herself to suppress the surging anger.

Just as he was about to say something to smooth things over—

Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the hall.

Immediately afterwards, a shrill voice boomed from afar outside the hall: "Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

Immediately, a messenger eunuch rushed over, his hat askew, his hair disheveled, and his face streaked with tears, sweat, and dust, making him look filthy and wretched.

He had clearly run there at full speed; he was panting heavily, his chest heaving, and his throat was emitting a wheezing sound like a broken bellows.

He had just stepped into the hall when his other foot tripped over the high threshold, and he tumbled forward in a sorry state.

With a thud, he fell heavily to his knees, the dull thud of his knees hitting the imperial kiln bricks clearly audible, and the entire hall seemed to tremble.

He didn't care about getting up or the pain; he just looked up at his face, which was distorted by extreme fear.

His lips trembled, and after a long while, he managed to squeeze out a complete sentence under Shu Jingwei's increasingly impatient gaze.

The voice became shrill and distorted, tinged with a sob:

"His Majesty--!"

"It's terrible, Your Majesty! Wang Meng—Wang Meng has attacked!"