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

Lin Ye fell into deep thought.

He lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on a small patch of blue light cast by the outside lights on the cabin floor, his fingers tapping lightly on his knees.

Although he doesn't need it, giving it to Xiaodouzi would be feasible.

That way, even if something were to happen to him in the future, Da Yan could serve as a backup plan for Xiao Douzi.

Moreover, it is another time and space, with complete land, tens of millions of people and undeveloped natural resources.

If it is developed, it may very well come in handy.

Previously, he wasn't interested and couldn't be bothered to care. After all, his energy was limited, and the return cycle of the Great Flame was too long, making it too low-cost-effective.

However, now that we've decided to give it to Xiaodouzi, we must make sure to develop it properly.

Lin Ye immediately replied to Wang Meng:

[Ling'er is still young, you will continue to take care of the Great Flame.]

With that, Lin Ye simply paid the difference and upgraded the item transfer station in his system backpack to the highest level.

[Item Transfer Station (Top-Tier/MAX): No physical medium required. Allows you to teleport any selected item to any location in another time and space using your will. (Note: Teleportation is prohibited for weapons far exceeding the capabilities of the current era and for living creatures.) Required Shock Points: 100000000.]

This way, he can send items to Wang Meng anytime, anywhere, avoiding time zone issues when using the item transfer station after the live stream ends.

Moreover, it would be more convenient for him to take action in case of any emergency.

Then Lin Ye selected ten communication talismans from the system's inventory. With a thought, the number of copies in the inventory decreased by more than half.

Lin Ye continued messaging him privately: "If you encounter anything you can't solve, contact me through this."

……

Inside the main tent of the Great Flame Kingdom's outskirts of the capital.

As Lin Ye's voice fell, Wang Meng felt something appear in his hand.

He looked down—

A stack of light yellow talismans had already landed steadily in his palm.

The talisman paper was slightly warm, and the cinnabar patterns gleamed with a very faint dark red luster under the dim light.

He quickly and carefully rolled up the talisman and placed it close to his chest, not daring to use his fingers too hard, for fear of wrinkling the winding runes on it.

Wang Meng's Adam's apple bobbed, then he quickly raised his head, solemnly clasped his hands in a fist salute to the air, and said excitedly, "Thank you, Lord Lin, for bestowing this talisman! This humble general will certainly do his utmost to protect the Great Flame!"

He paused for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Lord Lin, when do you think would be a suitable time to hold the enthronement ceremony? After all, a country cannot be without a ruler for a day..."

Lin Ye frowned slightly. He knew he had to wait until after the live stream ended to ask Xiao Douzi what she thought.

As for the time, he really couldn't be sure, because there was a difference in the flow of time between the two timelines, and there was no pattern to it.

He might spend a few hours here, but it could be several days, or even ten days or half a month, over there.

As for unifying the flow rate with the Heavenly Mirror, its usage is limited each month. Previously, he hadn't planned to manage the Great Flame too much, so he used the Heavenly Mirror rather casually. This month, he only has three uses left.

And only one of these non-consumable items can exist in the same space-time.

Therefore, just in case, Lin Ye decided to save the remaining attempts for use with the communication talisman.

My thoughts raced, but only two seconds had passed in reality.

Lin Ye replied in a private message: 【Wait a bit, I'll contact you when it's ready.】

Wang Meng breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing the reply. Although a time had not yet been set, once Lord Lin agreed, he would certainly not go back on his word.

He replied readily, "Understood! I will instruct the Ministry of Rites to begin preparations today, ready to await the Crown Princess's ascension to the throne!"

Lin Ye hummed in agreement and ended the private chat.

Then I remembered the purpose of watching the live stream in the first place, so I switched the camera to Ancheng.

The scene quickly shifts to a narrow alleyway, squeezed between two high walls.

The two walls were made of old, blackened blue bricks, with clumps of gray-green moss growing in the cracks between the bricks. Rainwater dripped down along the moss, leaving dark streaks on the walls.

Looking up from the alley, you see a strip of sky cut into long sections by the walls, revealing a corner of a Ferris wheel cabin against the backdrop of the sky.

Rain slanted down from the crack in the sky, and Shu Jingwei huddled in a corner deep in the alley.

This place is indeed sheltered from the wind; the walls on three sides form a notch here, which blocks most of the wind.

However, it was barely effective at sheltering from the rain. The eaves overhead were only a narrow section, and the wind would blow the rainwater down onto them in gusts.

The rain curtain was torn into a piece of cloth by the wind, covering this corner precisely.

The rain soaked her almost completely.

The tattered coat she was wearing was completely soaked and turned a dark color on the outside, with water droplets dripping down the hem of the clothes.

Her hair was wet and clung to her face and neck, with a few strands sticking to the corners of her mouth, being inhaled and exhaled with her rapid breathing.

The wound on my severed arm began to ache again after being soaked in the rain. The pain was no longer a sharp sting, but a persistent, dull ache that seeped from deep within my bones.

She was in so much pain that half of her body was trembling, and her lips turned blue.

Shu Rou wasn't much better off.

However, taking advantage of her small size, she huddled behind Shu Jingwei, curling herself into an even smaller ball, revealing only her eyes and half of her forehead.

Her clothes were also quite wet, but much better than Shu Jingwei's; at least they still provided some warmth.

The water on the ground is getting more and more plentiful.

The alley is not high to begin with, and rainwater flows in from the entrance. This deepest corner is also the lowest point of the entire alley.

The water was a murky, yellowish-brown color, with a few straws, a rotten vegetable leaf, and rat droppings that seemed to have come from some unknown corner floating on the surface, swirling in the small ripples created by the rain.

The color was still deepening, and the earthy smell mixed with the stench of rotting garbage in the middle of the alley, amplified by the rain, permeated the air even more intensely, sticking to the nostrils and lingering there.

The piles of tattered clothes used as bedding were completely soaked and became sluggish. The floodwater had turned the already indistinguishable colors of the fabric into a uniform dark brown.

At first, they were sitting, with their backs against the wall and their buttocks resting on rolled-up "bedding".

But the rain started to get heavier, and soon the water gradually seeped in, first soaking the bottom layer of fabric, and then the coolness seeped up little by little along the fabric's texture.

When Shu Jingwei felt a cold, wet sensation on her buttocks, it was too late. Not only their bedding, but even her crotch was soaked by the rain.

She had to lean against the wall to stand up.

But she then realized that standing up was even worse, as she was completely exposed to the rain, so she quickly squatted down and pressed herself against the wall.

As she squatted down, her broken knee slammed against the wall, hitting one of the protruding bricks of the earthen wall, causing her to gasp in pain.

It took Shu Jingwei a long time to recover before she could barely bear the pain. With her intact hand, she futilely raised a tattered cloth in front of her.