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

Shu Rou is a princess. As long as she stands up, these people will definitely have something to think about!

Shu Rou saw it.

I saw the pleading in Yao Jingyuan's eyes, his frantically blinking eyelashes, his face pale from the iron handguards, and I saw him being dragged out like a dead dog.

She bit her lower lip, causing blood to seep from her already pale lips.

She hesitated.

For a fleeting moment, those delicate white hands pressed against the window frame, their knuckles applying slight pressure. Shu Rou leaned forward, making a gesture as if she wanted to open the window.

All you need to do is shout it out...

But then the voice of the divine messenger rang in her mind—

"Don't cause trouble or attract attention. Act obediently and cleverly in ordinary times."

In the end, Shu Rou withdrew her hand.

She gritted her teeth; after all, Yao Jingyuan was her father.

Even if he were captured, he would only get a beating at most; the Queen Mother wouldn't really take his life.

He offended the Empress Dowager so many times before, but he still lived a good life.

He'd only get a few scoldings, kneel for a few days, and be confined for a few days; after a while, he'd be back to playing with her.

This time will definitely be the same. I'd better listen to the divine messenger.

The divine messenger is the one who can truly help her become emperor.

Yao Jingyuan couldn't help much, so he was arrested.

At worst—

I'll avenge myself on him when everyone listens to me and I'm the most honored person in the world.

Thinking of this, the last trace of hesitation in her heart vanished.

Shu Rou took a step back.

Then she reached out and pressed her hand against the bottom frame of the window.

"Click".

The window is closed.

That large, bright eye disappeared into the dim candlelight.

The light in Yao Jingyuan's eyes also went out.

His struggles suddenly stopped, and he hung limply in the hands of the two guards, as if his bones had been removed.

His mouth was covered, but his eyes were still fixed on the tightly closed window.

But that window was never opened again...

Despair welled up in Yao Jingyuan's eyes, eventually settling into a deathly gray as he closed his eyes listlessly.

The guards dragged him away into the darkness outside the palace...

……

Lin Ye witnessed the entire process in front of the Heavenly Mirror.

He held his teacup, watching Shu Rou's every move from hesitation to giving up, watching her clap her hands after doing all this, and then casually sit back on the edge of the bed to wait for her "divine messenger".

After a moment of silence, Lin Ye chuckled.

It was a smile tinged with appreciation after witnessing an unexpected and exciting plot development.

"What a thoughtful little girl!" He raised his teacup and offered a toast to Shu Rou's innocent face in the mirror.

"No wonder she was born to those two bastards, Shu Jingwei and Yao Jingyuan."

This ability to be ruthless and heartless is exactly like theirs.

No, it should be said that the student surpasses the teacher.

Shu Jingwei and Yao Jingyuan usually rely on their status and at least pretend to act, but this kid doesn't even bother to act.

When Yao Jingyuan abandoned his daughter and fled for his life, he probably never dreamed that—

I wonder if there will come a day when my daughter will treat me like an abandoned child.

What is retribution?

That's it.

Lin Ye finished his tea and casually put the cup down.

Then, he rested his chin on one hand and let the camera follow Yao Jingyuan.

He wanted to see what Shu Jingwei would do this time—

Will they still keep this guy surnamed Yao around?

To Lin Ye's surprise, the guards did not lead Yao Jingyuan toward the Hall of Mental Cultivation, but instead turned into a secluded path.

The palace lanterns are becoming increasingly scarce, and the passageway is becoming increasingly narrow.

They eventually entered a palace in a corner to the side and rear.

Lin Ye paused for a moment, then recognized the place.

His hands rested on his knees, his fingertips slightly cold.

Zhaohua Palace —

The place where Lao Ye was imprisoned was also... the place where Lao Ye died!

Lin Ye sneered.

Shu Jingwei wants to execute Yao Jingyuan here?

He leaned back on the sofa, looked up at the snow-white ceiling, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he swallowed the breath that had risen to his throat.

Who is this for?

Old Ye was killed by them long ago, and now he's here pretending to put on this show?

but……

For Yao Jingyuan, this must have been an even bigger shock.

Thinking of this, Lin Ye resumed his spectator mood.

He even set up his phone and started recording.

Old Ye would probably be interested in the precious footage of his enemy's death; I'll burn it for him then.

After setting it up, he sat back down on the sofa and continued reading.

……

Inside Zhaohua Palace.

Moonlight slid down from the dilapidated roof, spilling a pale white light onto the ground.

The withered yellow weeds grew wildly, some reaching waist-high, swaying freely in the night wind.

Yao Jingyuan was dragged to the entrance of the main hall and made to kneel down.

His knee hit the stone steps, and he groaned in pain.

He opened his eyes, trembling.

Two rows of palace servants carrying palace lanterns stood in the front corridor.

The candlelight was dim and flickering in the wind, casting long, thin shadows that twisted and turned on the ground like a group of silent ghosts.

He blinked hard to focus before he could see clearly—

Between the two rows of palace servants directly in front of him stood a figure with his back to him.

The figure was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, the hem of which fluttered slightly in the wind.

He wore a dark fox fur coat embroidered with gold thread, the gold thread shimmering in the flickering candlelight like fireflies on a summer night.

Hearing the noise, the figure slowly turned around.

It's Shu Jingwei.

The light from the palace lantern shone upwards on her face, illuminating her features in a half-light, half-shadow.

Those eyes, hidden in the shadows of their brow bones, held a chill colder than the early spring night wind, a chill that seeped straight to their very bones.

Yao Jingyuan was dragged out wearing only his undergarments.

It's just a thin layer of cotton cloth; the wind can easily see through it.

Kneeling on the cold stone bricks, his lips were frozen purple, and his upper and lower teeth uncontrollably clattered together, making a "cluck cluck cluck" sound.

When Shu Jingwei swept her gaze over him, he trembled so much that he almost couldn't even kneel properly.

He spoke cautiously, his voice thin and trembling: "Your Majesty... I didn't know Your Majesty had brought me here so late at night... Is it...?"

He forced himself not to think about the worst-case scenario.

No...it can't be!

In front of the entire court, Shu Jingwei declared that she would not hold past offenses against her!

She is the emperor, and her words are law!

Besides, they let him go during the day, so there's no reason for them to kill him again now...

There must be something else going on, there must be!

He knelt down, suppressing his trembling, and waited quietly for Shu Jingwei to speak.

But all he received in response was growing stronger rumors.

"Whoosh—whoosh—"

The wind whistled through the dilapidated pillars, making a sound that was almost like a sob.

A bead of cold sweat slid down his temple, along the curve of his cheekbone, and slowly trickled down to the tip of his chin, where it hung suspended, about to fall.

After a long while, Shu Jingwei finally looked away from him.

She turned back, looked up, and stared at the dilapidated plaque above.

A voice rang out; it was Shu Jingwei, who had finally spoken:

"Yao Jingyuan, look around here. Does this place look familiar?"