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After having their fill of jet skiing, Lin Ye took Xiao Douzi to another activity that was practically a "miracle" in the eyes of the people of Da Yan Kingdom—

Trapeze.

On another stretch of sea, there was a person dressed in strange black clothes, carrying a strange box, with both feet on a black footboard.

As the engine started, two thick jets of water shot out from under the pedals, and the powerful recoil lifted the person off the water and into the air several meters high!

That person was able to move, rotate, and even somersault freely in the air!

Water droplets swirled around him, shimmering in the sunlight, making him appear like a god riding on water...

The little boy tilted his head back, his mouth open, and his eyes wide open.

The man flew down from the sky, landed in front of her, and waved to her with a smile.

Little Douzi froze for a few seconds, then suddenly turned her head to look at Lin Ye, her voice trembling: "Godfather! That uncle can fly!"

Lin Ye smiled and said, "That's the trapeze act. Little Douzi, would you like to try it?"

Xiao Douzi glanced at the pedal the man was standing on, then at the two large water-spraying pipes, and swallowed hard.

She was a little scared, but also really wanted to try.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he finally nodded vigorously.

The staff helped Xiaodouzi put on a life jacket, strapped her to a specially designed child seat, and connected her to the equipment.

Lin Ye stood to the side and nodded to the operator.

The machine started, and two streams of water sprayed out from the pedals under his feet. Xiao Douzi felt himself being lifted up by a force, and slowly and steadily rose into the sky.

"Wow--!!!"

Her voice floated down from the sky, full of excitement.

She was suspended in mid-air, with the blue sea below her, white sand in the distance, and blue sky and white clouds above her head.

The wind blew through her hair, and a tuft of hair stuck up in the wind like a little flag waving in the breeze.

She looked down and saw Lin Ye waving at her from below. She waved back vigorously, laughing so hard her eyes disappeared.

The Great Flame Kingdom was deathly silent.

Then, the barrage of comments poured out like a flood that had burst its banks.

[Commoner Wang Qi: Flying...flying! The eldest princess flew too! That water column can support people? What is that water column? How can it be so powerful?]

[Commoner Liu Ba: My God! The First Princess is flying in the sky! And laughing! My legs went weak just watching!]

[Wu Yong, Vice Minister of Works: What kind of mechanism could lift a person into the air with water? This is beyond human capability; this is... this is divine craftsmanship!]

[Zhou Xuanyou, Director of the Imperial Observatory: "Riding...riding water through the air!? Could this be the 'Water Control Technique' recorded in the book? Or the 'Wave-Treading Divine Power'?"]

[Prime Minister Xiao Bo: Water manipulation...flying? How is that possible?! How could human beings do that?! Lin Ye actually has such capable individuals by his side?!]

……

On the sky, the little bag spun around in mid-air, then slowly descended and landed back on the floating platform.

Her little face flushed red, her eyes shone like two stars, and she threw herself into Lin Ye's arms, shouting, "Godfather! Little Douzi can fly! Little Douzi has flown to the sky!"

Lin Ye smiled, picked her up, wiped the seawater off her face, and gently kissed her forehead.

"Our little dumpling is so great!"

The little girl giggled, hugging his neck tightly and refusing to let go.

The sea breeze blew from afar, carrying her laughter far, far away...

……

Inside the palace academy, Shu Rou stared intently at the sky.

He couldn't even listen to the teacher's scolding on the stage.

She stared at Xiao Douzi being held affectionately in Lin Ye's arms, at the undisguised doting and pride in Lin Ye's eyes, and at the almost overflowing happiness on Xiao Douzi's face...

And that final, gentle kiss on her forehead was like a red-hot knife, stabbing fiercely into her heart.

From childhood to adulthood, Yao Jingyuan would only coax and be close to her when he needed her help. She wasn't stupid; she could see that.

Needless to say, the Empress Dowager, although she outwardly doted on her, never showed her much affection, and her praise was always tinged with a sense of assessment.

When have I ever received such a warm kiss and hug simply because she is "Shu Rou"?

And that little beggar, that so-called "royal sister" whom she always looked down upon!

She was clearly a little beggar abandoned by the Empress! She wasn't even as good as one of the princess's fingers!

Instead, she received the wholehearted care of a man as powerful as a god.

She can play without restraint, try so many amazing things, and not be afraid of making mistakes because there will always be someone to comfort her and praise her...

How unfair this is!

Her eyes were unfocused due to extreme jealousy and resentment, but the corners of her mouth were twisted into a distorted arc.

"The higher you fly... the harder you fall..." She stared at the little dumpling's happy face on the sky and spoke slowly in a soft yet chilling tone.

"You're laughing now... but one day, when Lin Ye gets tired of you, annoyed with you, or discovers you're a hopeless case... he'll throw you down from the sky, and throw you down harder than anyone else!"

She imagined that scene, imagining Ye Ling'er falling from the clouds, her smile shattered, her face streaked with tears.

The sight of Lin Ye turning away indifferently filled me with a morbid, twisted sense of pleasure...

That day will definitely come, she's waiting!

In front of the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

Yao Jingyuan's face had turned ashen white.

He stared at the little girl descending from the sky, with only one thought in his mind—to control the water.

Lin Ye can control water!

He recalled that when he was a child, he was washing clothes by the river when his stepmother's maid pushed him into the water, and he almost drowned.

He struggled desperately, swallowed a lot of water, sank and floated up again, and finally ran out of strength and started to sink, when he was rescued by an old servant who was passing by.

His stepmother came to see him feigning concern, saying, "This child is lucky," and then—

And that was the end of it.

He looked down at his hands.

Those hands could hold a pen, could hold a knife, but... they couldn't hold water.

Lin Ye, on the other hand, can even control water!

A chill ran through Yao Jingyuan, making him shiver all over...

Just as Yao Jingyuan was becoming more and more wary and afraid, a suppressed growl suddenly came from nearby!

"That's enough..."

Yao Jingyuan looked over upon hearing the sound.

The expression on Shu Jingwei's face, sitting at the top, could not be described as merely ugly.

When she saw the little dumpling being lifted up by the water column and rising into the sky, letting out a joyful shout, she felt as if her heart was being squeezed tightly by an icy hand, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

fly.

With flesh and blood, they ride the currents of water and break free from the earth.

This was a scene that even she, the emperor, the self-proclaimed "mandate of heaven," dared not dream of even in her most absurd dreams.

But her daughter, whom she had discarded like trash, easily achieved this under the protection of a man of unknown origin.

That joy, that freedom, pierced through the sky, so clearly, so blindingly, burning her nerves.

"Enough!!!"

She then let out a sharp, humiliating, and furious shout, successfully breaking the almost frozen atmosphere in front of the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

She abruptly stood up from the dragon throne, the wide sleeves of her dragon robe causing the teacups on the table to overturn due to the violent movement. The exquisite porcelain shattered on the ground with a crisp sound, and tea splashed everywhere.

The courtiers trembled with fear, bowing their heads in unison, utterly silent.