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

Lin Ye took Xiao Douzi back to the Times Building.

On the way, he settled the live stream account, and this time he gained more than 100 million shock points, bringing his total shock points to 252361900.

After subtracting the 100000 shock points he spent using a thousand copying talismans to copy some agricultural and iron-making books in the library, he still had an astonishing 252261900 shock points remaining.

Lin Ye raised an eyebrow as he looked at the number.

More than 250 million.

When the live-streaming task first started, he never imagined—

The sheer amount of shock value he gains from a single live stream is enough to buy more than a dozen of the time-travel devices he could only dream of at first.

As more and more people from the Great Flame Kingdom provided him with extra shock points, the shock points he gained in each live stream also increased, snowballing and growing bigger and bigger.

After arriving home, Xiao Douzi tidied up and went to take a nap, while Lin Ye returned to his room.

He exchanged another fifty Knowledge Transfer Talismans, spending 1500000 Shock Points.

A stack of golden-purple talismans appeared out of thin air in my palm, each one emitting a faint halo, like holding a handful of star fragments.

Then Lin Ye used the item transfer station to send all the copied books and knowledge transfer talismans to Wang Meng at once.

Anyway, he was too lazy to use knowledge transfer tokens to transfer knowledge one by one, so he just sent it all over and let them figure it out themselves.

After finishing all this, Lin Ye turned around and went into his study, where he took out his work documents and began to review them.

……

The next morning at the China tribe village.

Yao Jingyuan looked at the faint light coming through the hole in the yurt.

His eyelids were so swollen that they could only be opened a crack, and his eyeballs felt dry and sandy, causing a sharp pain with every movement.

Feeling excruciating pain all over my body, I thought I would slowly die here.

They died in the stench of excrement and mutton, in cold and hunger, in endless beatings and humiliation.

But he didn't.

After daybreak, the curtain of the yurt was suddenly lifted from the outside.

Sunlight streamed in, and a person stood against the light, but it was no longer the scarred face.

Yao Jingyuan strained to look up.

Standing at the door was someone Yao Jingyuan had never seen before.

He was wearing a clean gray cloth robe and a belt tied around the waist of a member of the China tribe's palace.

The man frowned impatiently, holding a piece of cloth to his nose. His gaze swept around the yurt before finally settling on Yao Jingyuan, who was huddled in the corner.

"You," he gestured with his chin, his voice muffled through the cloth, "come out."

Yao Jingyuan did not move.

He didn't know what this person was going to do, or if he was going to hit him again.

"Are you deaf?" the man's voice snapped. "Come out! The Khan wants to see you!"

A great sweater?

Yao Jingyuan's mind exploded.

Altan Chinah wanted to see him?

Why? And what do you want him to do?

Or do you feel he's completely useless... and want to kill him?

The thought of this possibility made Yao Jingyuan tremble like a leaf.

The man lost patience when he saw that the other man was not making any move.

Yao Jingyuan was eventually dragged out by two Chinese servants who were holding his arms.

He was taken to a yurt, where several palace servants stripped him naked.

He instinctively covered his face with his hand, but the palace servant just looked at his thin, bony body with disgust and rolled his eyes.

Who cares to watch that?

He was thrown into a large wooden tub filled with hot water.

The water wasn't hot, but his skin had been exposed to wind and sun for the past few days and hadn't touched hot water.

As soon as he entered the water, it felt like every pore on his body was being pierced by fine needles, causing him to grimace in pain.

He yelled and reflexively tried to jump out, but the palace servants pressed him back down.

"What are you yelling about!" the palace servant scolded. "Behave yourself!"

Hot water washed over his chest, soaking into the old and new scars that covered his body.

Several palace servants took coarse brushes and vigorously brushed him all over.

The brush was unusually hard; it stung his skin, making it feel like it was going to peel off a layer of his skin.

A layer of gray grime quickly rose to the surface of the water, along with several drowned fleas.

After they finished cleaning him, they took him out and changed him into a clean set of clothes.

It was a blue cloth robe with a large flame pattern. Although the material was not luxurious, it was at least clean and soft.

The palace servants then led him to another yurt, where a low table was set out with a bowl of steaming mutton soup and three baked flatbreads.

The moment Yao Jingyuan saw the food, all thoughts vanished from his mind.

He lunged forward, his legs tripped and he almost fell, staggering a couple of steps before regaining his balance.

He slumped down in front of the low table, stretching out both hands at the same time, grabbing a bowl with his left hand and a pancake with his right.

The mutton soup was scalding hot, burning his palms until they turned red, but he didn't feel it at all, and poured it into his mouth as soon as he picked up the bowl.

The scalding soup poured down his throat, burning his eyes, but he couldn't stop.

Yao Jingyuan drank the soup while shedding tears, stuffing pancakes into his mouth as he drank. Pancake crumbs fell all over the table, but he wiped them all away with his palm and put them into his mouth.

The way he wolfed it down showed absolutely no sign of it being eaten—

This man was once Lord Yao of the Great Flame Kingdom, who lived a life of luxury and would never eat anything of poor quality.

So delicious.

It smells so damn good.

Yao Jingyuan ate until his face was covered in snot and tears, but he didn't care to wipe them away. He gripped the rim of the bowl tightly with both hands, as if he wanted to swallow the bowl whole.

After finishing the soup, he licked the bottom of the bowl clean.

The palace servants led him through the camp.

The territory of the China people is vast, with white yurts scattered across the grassland like mushrooms, and herds of cattle and sheep grazing in the distance.

The wind blows, and the grass waves surge, pushing layer upon layer to the horizon.

The blue sky and white clouds offered a breathtakingly expansive view.

He was led to the largest golden dome, the curtain was lifted, and a wave of heat rushed out.

A brazier burned inside the yurt, making the air warm and cozy.

Altan China sat on the tiger-skin cushion in the center, with Aoyun China sitting beside him.

Altan turned around when he heard the noise, looked him up and down, and his eyes showed a hint of satisfaction.

He reached for a parchment letter on the small table beside him and waved it in his hand.

"News from the Great Flame," Altan said, his voice echoing in the not-so-large space.

"Your daughter, Shu Rou, keeps demanding her father. Shu Jingwei has said that for Shu Rou's sake, as long as you return, she will forgive and forget about the past."

Yao Jingyuan was stunned.

Shu Jingwei? Let bygones be bygones?

When did that ruthless woman become so kind?

An inexplicable unease surged within him.

He knew Shu Jingwei well; that woman was vengeful and the throne was her bottom line!

Ye Fan had no desire for her throne at all; she was willing to kill him simply because he had a higher reputation.

This time, he could be said to have repeatedly trampled on her sore spot—

Would she let him go just because of a few words from Shu Rou?

It seems highly unlikely.

but……

But this was his only hope.

He had no choice but to believe.

He must also believe.

We must seize this opportunity—

Get out of here!

He'd had enough of living like this, not being treated like a human being!