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

In desperation, she tried anything, including bringing Yao Jingyuan here in the dead of night to kill him.

He showed his sincerity in repenting at the place where Ye Fan died.

Maybe we'll be seen.

Maybe he'll forgive her?

Since Yao Jingyuan was going to kill her anyway, there's no harm in her trying.

But her words were like a withered leaf falling into a deep pool, failing to even stir a ripple.

The dim light inside the hall, unlit by candlelight, was like gaping maws of an abyss, swallowing all the sounds she uttered.

Silence reigned all around.

It was so quiet that Shu Jingwei could hear her own heart pounding in her chest, each beat faster and heavier than the last.

Shu Jingwei stood still.

The palace lanterns in the hands of the palace servants behind me began to sway again, casting flickering shadows on the window paper.

The palace servants under the eaves dared not breathe, their hands clenched so tightly they were almost sweating.

She waited and waited.

However, there was still nothing.

Shu Jingwei's shoulders finally slumped.

She turned and left, her fingers clenched tightly beneath her sleeves, trembling, whether from anger at the lack of response or from fear of the future, it was hard to tell.

……

Standing before the Heavenly Mirror, Lin Ye looked at her as if she were completely innocent and the victim, and laughed in exasperation.

"Oh."

It really proves that saying—

Without morals, anything is possible!

If he doesn't do something, wouldn't he just be annoyed for nothing?

Want me to help you?

Okay—

The smile on Lin Ye's lips didn't reach his eyes.

"Then I might as well help you... die sooner!"

As he spoke, he picked up his phone and typed a message to Chen Guangfa:

Immediately transport all the steel bars processed in the past two days to the previous warehouse.

Although it only takes two days at most.

However, everyone in the factory only makes these two specifications, and so far, they have indeed produced quite a lot.

After giving his instructions, Lin Ye had a thought and began browsing the system shop.

His eyes quickly scanned the densely packed product names; there must be something that would allow him to stay in real-time contact with the other side even when he wasn't livestreaming.

found it!

[Communication Talisman: Enables real-time communication with a designated person in another timeline. Each use allows for a 10-minute call; when used in conjunction with the Heavenly Mirror, the call duration is unlimited. One-time use item. Required Shock Points: 10000.]

This is it!

Without hesitation, Lin Ye exchanged twenty tickets at once, just in case.

[Ding—200000 Shock Points consumed. Items have been added to your system inventory and are available for use at any time.]

A stack of pale yellow talismans appeared in his palm, cool to the touch, with the cinnabar runes on them faintly glowing.

He first selected Wang Meng as the character for Tianjing.

Inside a room, candlelight burned quietly in a copper lamp, casting a warm yellow glow on the furnishings.

Wang Meng is still awake.

The armor was removed and placed on a wooden rack to the side, and the sword was placed aside.

He lay on his side on the couch, one hand supporting his head, the other holding a military book. The pages were worn and frayed, covered with dense annotations.

He was watching intently, his brows furrowed slightly, his lips moving silently as if he were reciting the words in the book.

Lin Ye picked up a communication talisman with two fingers, got up from the sofa, and slapped it onto the surface of the Heavenly Mirror.

The moment the talisman touched the mirror, it transformed into a golden light pattern and merged into it.

In the lower right corner of the mirror, a small, gray microphone symbol appeared silently.

He stretched out his finger and tapped it gently.

The microphone suddenly lit up, changing from gray to bright gold, with a faint halo around its edges.

Lin Ye spoke:

"Wang Meng."

Hearing the sound suddenly, Wang Meng on the bed jumped.

Before my brain could even process it, my hand had already grabbed the steel bar that was placed next to the bed.

He rolled over, his knees slightly bent the moment his feet landed, his waist sank, and he raised the steel bar high in front of him, assuming a defensive stance ready to strike at any moment.

His eyes suddenly swept across his surroundings, his gaze sharpening.

"who!?"

"It's me, Lin Ye."

Wang Meng's tense body suddenly relaxed, and he silently exhaled.

He casually put the steel bar back in its original place.

Indeed, who else in the world could deliver such a divine message directly to one's ear, except for Lord Lin?

He immediately straightened his clothes, clasped his hands in front of his forehead, and bowed deeply: "Lord Lin!"

"I wonder if Lord Lin has something important to tell me so late at night?"

He slightly raised his eyes, his gaze filled with both awe and an barely suppressed anticipation.

"Hmm," Lin Ye's voice echoed faintly through the Heavenly Mirror, "Find a bigger room, I'll send you another batch of divine weapons later."

A look of wild joy suddenly flashed in Wang Meng's eyes.

Divine weapons! There are still some!

He clenched his fist tightly, his knuckles cracking.

To avoid the possibility of other squads encountering Shu Jingwei's elite troops first after the division, his army has always operated as a group.

Yesterday's decisive victory at Yangcheng annihilated Shu Jingwei's elite troops, after which a division of forces was planned—

The capital was besieged from multiple directions.

Now that another batch of divine weapons has been supplied, he can easily send another army!

Wang Meng suppressed his excitement and turned to shout towards the outside of the tent, "Guards!"

His voice was filled with an undisguised fervor.

"Go and clear out the largest storeroom in this government office! Guard the door and don't let anyone near it! Go now!"

The soldiers outside, who had been dozing off, were startled by the sudden loud command. After understanding what was happening, they immediately responded and their footsteps hurriedly faded away.

Lin Ye listened silently as Wang Meng finished his instructions, then continued, his voice several octaves lower than before, each word as if chilled to the bone: "Attack with all your might, don't give her a chance to breathe."

Who "she" is is self-evident.

Wang Meng shuddered.

His back straightened even more, and the excitement on his face subsided, turning into solemnity and reverence.

He lowered his head, clasped his hands together again above his head, and his voice was as firm as a rock: "This subordinate obeys! I will do my utmost to attack the capital and avenge Lord Ye as soon as possible."

The last few words were almost squeezed out from between his teeth.

Lin Ye hummed in agreement and hung up the call. Just as he was about to go out to deliver the steel bars, he suddenly remembered something and plopped back down on the sofa.

Speaking of which... wasn't there some kind of "divine messenger" again?

I don't know if they've left yet, let's take a look.

The television screen then switched back to Shu Rou's bedroom.

As soon as the image came into focus, a figure was seen climbing in through the window.

.

To be precise, it fell in—

The man stepped one leg over the window frame, but the hem of his robe got caught on a nail on the window frame, leaving him dangling in mid-air before landing with a thud.

When I landed, I don't know what I stepped on, and I stumbled forward two steps, almost falling headfirst to the ground.

Lin Ye looked at the disheveled figure on the screen, and the corner of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

That's it?

A divine messenger?

Are you trying to fool a three-year-old?

Oh right—

Shu Rou is a three-year-old child.

That's fine.