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

"Dinner's ready!" Zhou Ran's voice came from the direction of the restaurant.

Xiao Douzi jumped off Lin Ye's lap. The little girl, who had just been crying with red eyes, had now fully recovered her energy.

She grabbed Lin Ye's hand and pulled him towards the restaurant, shouting "Godfather, come quick!" as she skipped and hopped across the floor.

Lin Ye was pulled to his feet by her. Looking at the little figure bouncing around in front of him, the smile on his lips slowly faded.

Xiao Douzi is still sensitive, insecure, and afraid of being abandoned. The trauma she suffered cannot be healed in a day or two.

You'll have to be more careful in the future and not say anything carelessly again.

Other kids would just laugh it off if they heard this kind of joke, but Xiao Douzi is different—

She might take things seriously and overthink things. The fact that she was able to voice her thoughts just now shows that the situation isn't too bad yet.

If one day she stops saying anything and keeps all her worries to herself, that would be truly bad.

This child needs to be raised slowly and carefully. She needs to know that she is needed.

She will never be abandoned.

Thinking of this, a chilling glint flashed in Lin Ye's eyes.

Tsk! It's all that scumbag woman and despicable man's fault!

They killed his brother and injured his goddaughter so badly.

One of them was already dead. Lin Ye's lips curled down slightly—now that he thought about it, it was too easy for him to die like that!

There's also Shu Jingwei...

This culprit absolutely cannot be allowed to die so easily!

There's a time difference in flow rate, so Wang Meng should be able to reach the capital by tonight from the Great Flame's side.

He'll have to "take a good look" at it.

In the evening, after telling Xiaodouzi a bedtime story, Lin Ye closed the fairy tale book and placed it on the bedside table.

The little girl was already asleep, her breathing light and even, her face buried in the blanket, and the corners of her mouth slightly upturned, probably dreaming of something wonderful.

Lin Ye reached out and tucked the blanket around her, turned off the bedside lamp, and gently closed the door.

Back in his room, Lin Ye took out the Heavenly Mirror from his system inventory.

The mirror gleamed with a dark blue light under the lamp. He then pulled out a projector that he hadn't used since he bought it and tried to stick the mirror onto it.

With a soft "snap," the Heavenly Mirror was firmly attached.

Hey! That actually works. Lin Ye nodded in satisfaction.

After the projector and the skylight were turned on, ripples began to appear on the screen hanging on the wall in front of the bed.

Lin Ye sat down on the bed, leaning against the headboard with his long legs crossed and stretched out, in a casual and relaxed posture.

He hesitated for a moment, then selected Wang Meng as the designated person.

In an instant, the ripples on the curtain spread out, revealing Wang Meng's resolute face.

And ahead of him was—

Beijing!

The Great Flame was at the hour of Si (9-11 AM), with the sun hanging in the eastern sky, its light still carrying the crisp chill of the morning.

The majestic city wall, under the sunlight, resembled a crouching behemoth, and each of the golden door studs on the gate was as big as a bowl, reflecting a dark luster in the light.

Banners stood tall on the wall, fluttering in the wind, and the gold dragon patterns embroidered on the corners of the flags could be seen flickering in and out.

The soldiers guarding the city stood in a dark, imposing row, their armor gleaming white in the sunlight, looking quite intimidating.

But upon closer inspection, the hands holding the spears were trembling, and a row of tiny reflections on the spear tips flickered incessantly.

Beneath the city walls, 30,000 iron cavalry stood in formation.

Wang Meng sat astride the lead warhorse, clad in armor whose plates gleamed darkly in the sunlight. Two iron ridges on his shoulder armor were slightly upturned, and his breastplate was polished to a gleaming shine, reflecting the distorted image of the city wall in front of him.

Behind him, 30,000 soldiers stood in rows, steel bars like a forest, weapons standing upright, their blunt metal tips reflecting the sunlight as shimmering white lines.

The scattered "Leaf" flags fluttered in the air.

Wang Meng didn't challenge them; he knew the people inside wouldn't be able to sit still.

Sure enough, soon there was movement on the city wall.

A group of guards escorted a person up the city wall from behind the arrow emplacements.

The man was dressed in a thick, bright yellow dragon robe, with a white cloak draped over it; he was none other than the current Empress.

Shu Jingwei.

Shu Jingwei stood behind the arrow emplacement, one hand gripping the edge of the brickwork at the top, her knuckles white.

A gust of wind blew by, lifting the hem of her dragon robe and revealing a pair of knees that were still trembling slightly.

A storm raged within her.

The dark, imposing cavalry, like a vast, boundless cloud, pressed down on her heart, each breath carrying a chilling cold.

She stared at Wang Meng's figure below the city walls, the man she once regarded as an ant, someone she could manipulate at will, who was now leading a massive army to besiege the city.

Resentment, fear, and a twisted resentment churned within her chest.

Why should I?!

Why are Ye Fan's former subordinates still so arrogant even though he's clearly dead?!

She subconsciously bit her lower lip, forcing herself to calm down, but her wildly beating heart and slightly trembling legs betrayed her truest fear.

Lin Ye leaned against the headboard and saw this scene, a slight smile playing on his lips.

He reached for the warm water on the bedside table and took a slow, deliberate sip.

As the warm water slid down his throat, he squinted his eyes—

The show is about to begin.

Shu Jingwei looked down at the dark mass of square formations below the city.

The scouts had already reported that the number of people was approximately thirty thousand... thirty thousand!

All the imperial guards in the capital combined number less than 20,000!

These 30,000 men, arrayed outside the city, made absolutely no sound, demonstrating their strict military discipline.

She gripped the brickwork of the crenellations tighter and tighter, her nails scraping against the bricks with a soft, hissing sound.

Suppressing her unease and fear of the large army, she shouted loudly, her voice trembling with fear:

"Wang Meng—how dare you!"

A sudden gust of wind blew up the city wall, scattering her voice.

Wang Meng didn't speak, and didn't even lift his eyelids.

He merely tilted his head slightly, stroking the mane of the warhorse beneath him. The black horse snorted, exhaling a puff of white vapor.

After a long while, Shu Jingwei still didn't hear a response.

Her heart sank lower and lower; the feeling of being completely ignored made her angrier and more terrified than any insult.

He even felt that the guards around him were looking at him with doubt and skepticism.

She clenched her fist, took a deep breath, and spoke again, her voice rising an octave higher:

"Wang Meng! I warn you—withdraw your troops immediately, and I will forgive and forget! But if you continue to be obstinate—"

She abruptly waved her hand, "I hereby issue an immediate decree—arrest your parents and brothers! Exterminate your entire clan! So that even in the afterlife, Wang Meng will have no face to face his ancestors!"

She shouted "I'll exterminate your entire family!" in a shrill and loud voice, which echoed several times around the city wall.

But after the commotion ended, a deathly silence fell over both the city walls and the surrounding area.

Even the wind seemed to freeze in its tracks.

Lin Ye almost spat out the water he had just drunk. He quickly swallowed it and couldn't help coughing twice.

His expression also became strange. Execute Wang Meng's entire clan?

A few dozen seconds later, a deputy commander of the Imperial Guards timidly approached Shu Jingwei.

The commander's face beneath his armor was as white as paper, and sweat was pouring down his forehead.

But she still had to lean close to Shu Jingwei's ear, lower her voice, and her lips trembled as she said, "Your Majesty... General Wang Meng... he is an orphan..."