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

Great Flame Country, everywhere.

The people stared in silence at the images projected onto the sky.

Then--

The comment section in the bottom right corner of the screen exploded instantly.

[Du Xiu, Academician of the Hanlin Academy: What...what is this?! The style and size of that couch are unlike anything I've ever seen in ancient texts! Or perhaps—it's not a couch?]

[Zhao, the head of the Imperial Wardrobe: Good heavens! What is that fluffy fabric?! I've served in the Imperial Wardrobe for forty years, making clothes for His Majesty and the ladies for most of my life, and I've never seen anything like it! The texture... is softer than the finest mink fur!]

[Wan Jin, manager of Ruijinfang: If I could get my hands on even a single bolt of that fabric… no! Just a foot! One foot would be enough! Cut it into hand warmer covers, and people would fight tooth and nail to sell them for a hundred taels of silver! All my thirty years in the fabric business have been for nothing; there's such a fabric in this world!]

[Hunter Zhang Laoqi: Those shoes... those two ears on the upper are real fur! They look like they're alive! I've been hunting for half my life, and my skinning and tanning skills are second to none in Fucheng! But this kind of fluffy and soft fur, and so intact! It must have been made using various techniques?]

[Zheng Tong, Director of the Construction Department of the Ministry of Works: Good heavens! That floor! The lacquer is so shiny you can see your reflection in it! Even the best imperial kiln bricks in our palace, polished for three years, couldn't achieve that luster! And that in the corner... is that an oil lamp? Or a candle? How did they manage that!? It doesn't let in heat, it doesn't get hot to the touch, and the light shines so evenly...]

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Meanwhile, in the imperial palace, at Jingyang Hall...

Morning light streamed in through the carved window, casting dappled patterns of light and shadow on the floor tiles, like scattered gold leaf.

Inside the hall, the finest ambergris incense burned, its smoke curling upwards, its fragrance rich and lingering.

Yao Jingyuan lay on the carved canopy bed and slowly opened his eyes.

The first thing you see is the rosewood bed canopy, which is carved with auspicious cloud and crane patterns. The carving is exquisite, and every cut is just right. The cloud patterns are as flowing as clouds passing through the sky, and the cranes are about to take flight. Even the patterns of the feathers are clearly defined, as if they are about to flutter out of the wood at any moment.

This was carved by the imperial craftsmen over three whole months, stroke by stroke. In the entire Great Flame Kingdom, apart from the emperor's dragon bed, this bed is the most exquisite.

This also demonstrates His Majesty's favor towards him.

He rolled over comfortably, the silk quilt so soft and smooth that it slipped down a bit with his movement.

The mattress beneath him was made of four layers—silk floss, silk, satin, and brocade, each layer being top-quality goods from various regions, things that ordinary people could never even see, and to touch them was considered an auspicious sign.

He glanced to the side—Shu Rou was still asleep.

Her little face was rosy from sleeping, with a trace of drool at the corner of her mouth. Her little blanket was kicked into a mess, and one of her feet was sticking out.

Yao Jingyuan's lips curled up as he reached out and tucked his daughter's blanket in.

This is how a princess should be—sleeping in the best bed, covered with the best blankets, eating the best food, and wearing the best clothes.

What's wrong with playing with a tiger? Only vulgar, lowly people would play with such wild animals.

He recalled the last image on the sky, and the corners of his mouth curved upwards even further.

The man named Lin Ye took the little bastard into an iron box.

Without horses or anyone pushing it, how can that metal box run by itself? And inside there are stars and white stuff.

It looks impressive, but what's it really like?

It must be a monster that specializes in luring people into its stomach!

Look how many days has it been? There's been no news of that bastard, and Lin Ye hasn't shown up again either.

It was probably chewed up and swallowed by that iron box monster long ago, leaving not even a bone fragment.

Thinking of this, Yao Jingyuan turned over again, unable to contain his smile, his mouth almost stretching to his ears.

Live it!

Who told her to be Ye Fan's daughter?

Who told her to stand in front of his daughter, occupying the title of the eldest princess?

Originally, the plan was to let her die in the cold palace, but now it's even better.

He was kidnapped by that sorcerer and then eaten by a monster. He didn't even leave behind a complete corpse, so he didn't need to bother disposing of the body.

From then on, his daughter was the only princess left in the palace.

No one will be in his way anymore, and everything in the palace will belong to his daughter in the future!

As for Ye Fan's so-called brother Lin Ye?

Who cares if he's a demon or whatever, it's best if he gets eaten by a monster along with that little bastard.

Even if the monster he summoned doesn't eat him, His Majesty won't let him off the hook if he lets the monster eat the bastard child.

Murdering a princess is a crime punishable by the extermination of nine generations of one's family!

"I wonder if it hurt when it was chewed up by that metal box."

Yao Jingyuan muttered to himself, his tone filled with schadenfreude.

He reached out and touched the bedpost; it was made of sandalwood, warm and smooth, and felt like touching a piece of jade to his fingertips.

He then carefully examined the mattress beneath him; it was four layers thick, soft, silky, and very comfortable.

That little bastard child in the cold palace probably doesn't even have a decent bed or blankets.

They wore tattered clothes, slept on hard wooden boards that hurt their bones, and couldn't even afford a complete mattress.

what!

Yao Jingyuan couldn't help but laugh out loud at the thought of that scene.

"Father..."

Shu Rou's voice came from the side, soft and sweet, still a little groggy from just waking up.

Yao Jingyuan quickly sat up, a gentle smile spreading across his face, and reached out to pull his daughter out of the blankets.

"Rou'er is awake? Did you sleep well?"

Shu Rou half-closed her eyes, rubbing her little fists haphazardly against her eyelids, her cheeks puffed out like a little pufferfish: "Oh no, the bed is so hard."

"Hard?" Yao Jingyuan was taken aback and pressed down on the bed—four layers of mattresses, so soft that half a finger could sink into them, where was it hard?

"It's so hard." Shu Rou squirmed in his arms like an eel. "It hurt my back, and I didn't sleep well all night."

Before Yao Jingyuan could speak, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the hall, followed by the panicked voices of palace maids, which seemed to explode like thunder even through the door:

"Lord Yao! The Sky Curtain! The Sky Curtain has reappeared!"

Yao Jingyuan's smile froze on his face instantly, as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water on him, chilling him to the bone.

Shu Rou peeked out from his arms, her eyes lighting up instantly. She exclaimed excitedly, "The canopy? That canopy with big tigers and elephants? Daddy, I want to see it! I want to see it!"

Yao Jingyuan's expression changed several times, but he still helped Shu Rou put on her clothes and shoes.

The clothes were a bright red silk jacket embroidered with gold phoenixes. It was made of the best silk supplied by the best cloth merchants in the capital, which was reserved for the royal family. Every stitch was hand-sewn by the best embroiderers in the palace.

The shoes were a pair of winter shoes made of brocade, with intricate embroidery of lotus scrolls and auspicious cloud and crane patterns made of gold, silver and colorful silk threads, showcasing the unique nobility of the royal family.

Yao Jingyuan looked at the incomparably noble Shu Rou and nodded in satisfaction. So what if the sky curtain reappeared? No matter what that little bastard was like, she couldn't compare to his Rou'er.

He then picked up Shu Rou and walked outside.