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

But... why are you only arriving now?

Shu Rou was clearly getting impatient too.

She was wearing only a thin white nightgown and paced back and forth in the dimly lit room.

Upon seeing the figure, she pounced on it, her hair whipping up a gust of wind.

She grabbed the man's trouser leg, her voice urgent and strained, filled with annoyance and dissatisfaction: "Why are you so late! Do you know how long I've been waiting!"

The divine messenger, Canaan, quickly put a finger to his lips and made a long "shh" sound to signal her to be quiet.

At the same time, his eyes darted around alertly to the left and right.

Then he squatted down and tugged at Shu Rou's sleeve, signaling her to squat down as well.

The two men crouched like thieves in the shadows beneath the window. The moonlight outside was filtered through the window paper, turning into a blurry grayish-white that shone over them onto the ground.

Canaan lowered his voice to a whisper, leaned close to Shu Rou's ear, and whispered:

"Your father is dead."

Shu Rou looked completely bewildered, her big eyes filled with confusion.

What the heck? Who died?

Then she came to her senses.

My first reaction was to get angry.

Why is this divine messenger acting so strangely today?

"What?! My dad's dead?! What are you talking about?!"

Her voice unconsciously rose half an octave, and she couldn't help but stand up slightly, her shadow flashing across the ground.

"Hey, keep your voice down!" Canaan grinned, pulling her even lower as he spoke rapidly.

"Your father! Yao Jingyuan! When I first arrived, I saw Shu Jingwei drag him to that dilapidated palace in the corner..."

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, a flicker of fear crossing his eyes, and his voice lowered even further:

"Then they killed him with one stab. I saw them drag the body out with my own eyes; the blood on the ground wasn't even dry yet."

He took a breath, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, and his tone carried a hint of grievance:

"Why do you think I arrived so late? Of course, I had to wait until they all dispersed, left, and disposed of the bodies before I could come over. A divine messenger will disappear if disturbed by a mortal!"

Lin Ye rolled his eyes. What the hell is it that disappears? That's called dying.

……

Father...is he dead?

Shu Rou's eyes widened, and Canaan's blurry reflection was seen in her dark pupils, then she began to tremble violently.

She shook her head frantically, muttering, "Impossible...how could this be..."

Yao Jingyuan is her father!

She is the princess of the Great Flame! How could her own father have died so easily!?

Nothing ever happened before, so why was he killed this time?

Thinking of Yao Jingyuan's pleading eyes as he was dragged away, Shu Rou froze on the spot.

The last trace of color drained from her face, leaving only a deathly pallor.

Then she...

No, no, no, she doesn't know!

She knows nothing!

She didn't know that her mother really wanted to kill him!

If she had known, she would have rushed out to stop those people from taking him away, she definitely would have stopped them!

This isn't her fault, it's not!

If you want to blame...

Those vacant eyes suddenly began to spin wildly.

Her gaze finally focused on a point in the void, where Shu Jingwei's cold and ruthless face seemed to appear.

It's all the Queen Mother's fault!!!

Yes! It's all Shu Jingwei's fault! The most vicious woman in the world!

She ruined herself, she killed her father, it's all her fault!

A surge of hatred, more intense and fierce than sorrow, erupted from the depths of his heart.

Shu Rou's expression twisted, her originally round and lovely features contorted into a grimace, her lips trembled, her teeth clenched so tightly they made a grinding sound, and her eyes were red-rimmed.

Canaan squatted to the side, taking in every change in her expression.

Seeing that deep-seated hatred, he nodded in satisfaction.

With this bargaining chip added, there is absolutely no possibility of repairing the relationship between the mother and daughter.

From now on, Shu Rou will be the softest yet most deadly knife beside Shu Jingwei.

As for when and how the knife will be inserted, that depends on his arrangements.

Canaan moved even closer, their heads almost touching, and began to murmur like mice in the darkness.

Their voices were extremely low and intermittent, so Lin Ye had to move the camera closer to hear them clearly.

"First, you need to gain your mother's trust more. She'll probably just say your father is gone again, and you should pretend you don't know anything about it..."

After that, it was nothing more than how to act in a way that could fool Shu Jingwei, gain her more trust, and find an opportunity to bring her down.

Lin Ye, listening from Tianjing's end, frowned deeply, his mind filled with exasperation.

No?

Are these people living in some kind of dream?

Wang Meng's army is about to besiege the city, yet he is still here plotting these schemes that he thinks are foolproof but are actually useless.

What's the difference between this and standing on the crater of a volcano about to erupt, still scheming how to steal a sesame seed from someone else?

But then he suddenly understood.

It's probably because Shu Jingwei kept the news under tight control.

Indeed, if these people knew that his elite troops had long been annihilated, and that Wang Meng's battle banner would soon arrive in the capital...

How can the imperial court remain stable?

Lin Ye shook his head speechlessly, too lazy to read any further.

The plots of these two people are always the same, and after hearing about them too many times, they just seem ridiculously stupid.

However, he did not close the Heavenly Mirror.

After observing for a period of time, he discovered that the flow of time between the two spacetimes did not seem to follow any particular pattern.

Sometimes an hour in modern times can last for more than a day in the Great Flame, and sometimes it can only last for a few hours.

All I can say is that the larger flame passes through faster overall.

It's unclear whether the spacetime disruption was caused by his excessive intervention or whether the thing itself was inherently unstable.

To prevent the steel bars from being transferred, another ten days or half a month would pass by in a flash, and the war would be over.

Let's have a chat at Tianjing for a while.

Lin Ye changed his clothes and went out.

The elevator descended from the 26th floor to the underground parking garage, where the driver was already ready.

Lin Ye sat in the back seat, said "Go to the warehouse in the western suburbs," and then closed his eyes to rest.

Upon arriving at the warehouse in the western suburbs, Lin Ye asked the driver to wait in the car while he got out.

As soon as I pushed open the door, the motion-activated lights in the warehouse turned on one by one with a whoosh.

Bundles of steel bars were stacked neatly, each bar gleaming with the unique bluish-gray luster of cold iron under the light, and the air was filled with the smell of pig iron mixed with machine oil.

Lin Ye took out the item transfer station, selected the new transfer coordinates, and started the transfer.

After all the steel bars had been delivered, Lin Ye dusted off non-existent dust from his hands, turned and left the warehouse, getting back into his car. He told the driver to turn around and go to the kindergarten to pick up Xiao Douzi from school.

The sunlight was perfect, casting dappled shadows through the car windows.

The car stopped right in front of the kindergarten just as the school bell rang.

A group of children poured out of the school building like sparrows whose nest had been disturbed, their chattering could be heard even through the car windows.

Xiao Douzi, carrying her little schoolbag, ran ahead with Duo Duo. She spotted Lin Ye waiting by the car immediately, her eyes lighting up. She waved her arms and ran towards Lin Ye.

Lin Ye bent down and caught the little bag that bumped into his arms, then lifted it up and held it steadily in his arms.

The little girl sat on his arm, her two little hands wrapped around his neck, giggling.

"Hold on tight, little one, let's go home."

When they returned to the Times Building, the sky was already ablaze with sunset colors.

The TV was still on, and the night had deepened into the deepest part of the world. All was quiet, and Shu Rou on the screen had already fallen asleep.

Lin Ye then turned off the Sky Mirror and the TV.

After tidying everything up and lying in bed, Lin Ye looked at the darkness in front of him and began to think about other things.

The project in Xingcheng should be completed and handed over tomorrow.

The person behind the tampering with the motherboard has their last chance to sabotage the delivery if they still want to do so.

A slow smile curved Lin Ye's lips.

He wanted to see what methods that person would use this time...