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

"It's Lord Ye...it really is Lord Ye..."

"The terraced fields in our village were built thanks to the teachings of Lord Ye! Before, nothing could grow on those hillsides, but now we have bountiful harvests every year!"

"The town's school was also run by Lord Ye! His school fees were very low, and he would even give copper coins to students who couldn't afford food!"

An old woman burst into tears and knelt down on the ground, trembling.

"Lord Ye...Lord Ye is such a good man! During the plague, he led his men to rush here overnight to distribute medicine and save lives! He didn't sleep for three days and three nights!"

People nearby rushed to help her up, but the old woman refused to get up and kowtowed three times to the photo in the sky.

"Lord Ye! Where have you gone! Why aren't you coming back?!"

That cry was like a knife, piercing deep into everyone's hearts.

In the teahouse, the old scholar wiped away his tears and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Lord Ye... he was a truly good official who served the country and its people! During the years he was in office, the policies he implemented ensured that the people had enough to eat, the children had access to education, and our Great Yan Kingdom enjoyed favorable weather and abundant harvests, with its people living in peace and prosperity. Since he disappeared..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but everyone present understood.

After he disappeared, Yao Jingyuan's family became the sole power in the court, and all sorts of exorbitant taxes and levies were introduced, making life more and more difficult for the people.

The cries echoed from the streets to the alleys, from teahouses to restaurants, and from inside the city to outside.

Meanwhile, in Danqing Pavilion, the largest painting studio in the capital, chief painter Zhou Shuyuan slumped in his chair, his paintbrush falling from his hand and ink splattering all over the floor, but he was completely unaware.

He tilted his head back, mouth agape, eyes glazed over, as if his soul had been ripped away.

"This...this...how did you do that...?"

He was a renowned painter in the capital, having painted portraits of many kings, nobles, and generals, and believed that he had reached the pinnacle of his painting skills.

But on that portrait—

The lines on the skin are clearly visible.

The folds on the clothes are clearly defined.

The reflection on the water's surface made it look like it was actually flowing.

The glow of the setting sun filtered through my hair, making even my shadow seem alive.

Every single place! From the people to the objects to the scenery, everything is unbelievably real!

"This...this is not a known painting style at all! It's not meticulous brushwork, not freehand brushwork, not line drawing...what technique is this?"

Several younger artists nearby couldn't help but exchange glances and start chattering amongst themselves.

"How could such a portrait exist in this world...?"

They couldn't find the words to describe it.

Among them, skilled painters can achieve both lifelike representation and expressive quality, allowing viewers to instantly recognize who is depicted.

But no portrait is exactly the same as the real person, showing every detail perfectly.

But the image on the sky—the person in it—looked as if they were standing there alive.

They could even see the faint smile lines at the corners of their eyes.

They could even see a slightly upturned thread on Ye Fan's sleeve.

This goes beyond the scope of "painting".

This is...this is a miracle!

Painters, artisans, and even court painters from the imperial palace all craned their necks, gaped, and stared in disbelief at the photograph on the sky.

Their prized skills become as laughable as child's scribbles in the face of those few "photos".

In the skylight, Lin Ye held the photo and sat back down on the sofa.

He didn't speak, just sat quietly, giving everyone time to process what he had to say.

He didn't speak for a long time.

"Ye Fan was my best brother. Before he passed away, he entrusted his daughter to me."

"It's the little girl you met earlier, her name is Xiaodouzi."

Thinking of Xiao Douzi, Lin Ye's gaze softened, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

"From today onwards, I will occasionally show everyone our lives through the sky screen."

Lin Ye paused for a moment, his sharp gaze sweeping across the light screen.

"I'll show you how well your unwanted princess will live here with me! She'll live better than any of you!" With that, Lin Ye turned on the live chat feature, wanting to see what these people would say.

As soon as he finished speaking, a semi-transparent frame appeared out of thin air in the lower right corner of the sky.

Inside the box, a line of small text slowly appeared.

[The bullet screen feature is now enabled. People from the Great Flame Kingdom can directly input what they want to say with their thoughts, and the content will be displayed here in real time.]

Bullet comments? What are those?

Mind input? This thing... can know what they're thinking!?

The officials looked at each other, none of them daring to make a move.

Before anyone could react—

On the sky, within that semi-transparent frame, another line of text appeared.

Empress Shu Jingwei: Lin Ye! Seven days have passed, where have you taken my daughter?!

The court officials erupted in uproar.

"Your Majesty! That's His Majesty!"

"His Majesty is speaking from the heavens! His Majesty is asking about Lin Ye!"

"Your Majesty...His Majesty is asking about Your Majesty!"

But then, everyone's attention was drawn to something else—

The title preceding that line.

The three characters "Shu Jingwei" are clear and unambiguous.

Some people gasped in shock, while others nearly collapsed to their knees.

That's the emperor's name!

Who in this world dares to address an emperor by his given name?!

But Tianmu just wrote it out so openly, and Shu Jingwei herself... didn't seem to care about it at all.

She only cares about one thing—

Her daughter.

Shu Jingwei stared intently at the man in the sky, waiting for his answer.

Her eyes were filled with rage, and her hands clenched tightly inside the sleeves of her dragon robe, her nails almost piercing her palms.

Meanwhile, in the streets, teahouses, restaurants, and fields of the Great Flame Kingdom—

Everyone saw that line of text.

Everyone was stunned.

Then, like a thunderbolt, it struck into everyone's head.

That little girl… that skinny little girl, dressed in tattered clothes, with messy hair, timidly calling out “godfather”…

She's the Empress's daughter?!

She's a princess?!

"What?!" The bearded man's voice boomed again in the teahouse, his eyes wide with disbelief. "That child is a princess?! His Majesty's daughter?!"

"Princess...how could...how could she look like that?!"

On the street, a man selling candied hawthorns accidentally dropped his candied hawthorn skewers on the ground with a "crash, crackle" sound. He was completely unaware of it, just tilting his head back with a blank and puzzled look in his eyes.

"That child...that child was a princess?! But...those faded, patched clothes...they're even worse than my maid's, those are things a princess would wear!?"

In the school, the teacher stared at the sky in disbelief. The words swirled in his mind for a while before he seemed to understand their meaning.

"That's His Majesty's daughter... but how could the princess be... so thin, so dirty, like a little beggar..." He couldn't continue, his voice stuck in his throat.

All the people are thinking about the same question—

If that child is His Majesty's child, a princess.

Why...why does it look like that!?