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The "sphere" suddenly exploded!

The "iron birds" scattered in all directions at an astonishing speed, leaving dazzling trails in their wake. But as they dispersed, beams of light shone from their bottoms again, this time pure and intense white beams!

These beams of light rapidly "write" and combine in the air!

In the blink of an eye, four enormous, clear characters, outlined by countless white dots of light, appeared prominently above the villa's living room, shimmering and radiant with light.

Life is good!

Like a crystal chandelier hanging in the air, it illuminates the entire living room and leaves a deep impression on the eyes and hearts of every viewer.

Little Douzi looked up at the four large characters formed by rays of light above his head.

She recognized those four characters.

Her father had taught her that this was—

It means "Happy Birthday"!

A feeling of being warmly welcomed and surrounded by blessings filled her chest with warmth, as if it were about to overflow.

She couldn't hold back any longer, and two lines of tears slid down her cheeks.

Lin Ye panicked slightly, quickly squatted down, gently wiped away the two lines of tears, and asked worriedly, "What's wrong, Xiao Douzi? Don't you like it?"

Little Douzi was afraid that Lin Ye would misunderstand, so he quickly shook his head, his little head shaking like a rattle drum.

She sniffed, her voice trembling slightly, and said, "No, Godfather! Little Douzi just likes it so much, thank you Godfather!"

"I'm glad you like it!" Lin Ye was relieved. He touched the little bun on her head, stood up, and continued to look ahead.

After the performance, the drones flew swiftly and systematically to an open silver box in the corner of the living room, landing one by one inside, and the lid closed automatically.

The living room returned to silence, with only the words "Happy Birthday" still hanging in the air, flickering like breathing.

……

The Great Flame Kingdom, in the lower right corner of the sky.

The barrage of comments instantly surged.

[Commoner Zhao Dazi: Good heavens! Such a grand spectacle, hundreds of iron birds circling, flying, and performing all sorts of tricks in the sky—all just to spell out four characters?]

[Commoner Qian Erzi: I thought they were going to conjure up some kind of magical artifact! But... all they did was display a few characters? This is too... too...]

[Commoner Sun Sanzi: You don't understand! This is what you call a grand gesture! Hundreds of iron birds, all that trouble, just to make the First Princess happy! Lin Ye is so good to the First Princess! My son's birthday is just an egg, I'm lucky if he gets one...]

[Han Zhang, Vice Minister of War: What a waste! What a waste! Those iron birds, each one exquisitely crafted, capable of hovering, forming formations, emitting light, and changing formations—such wondrous creatures, if used in the military, could be used for reconnaissance, relaying orders, or even airdropping weapons! Yet he... he only used them to display a few words!?]

[Cheng Liang, Vice Minister of Revenue: Not so. Since this item was used to display calligraphy at the Crown Princess's birthday banquet, it shows that Lin Ye considers it nothing more than an ordinary toy. Think about it, he can casually produce hundreds of them, which means he doesn't lack these things at all.]

……

After Cheng Liang's comment appeared, the court officials fell silent.

Because they suddenly realized an even more terrifying fact—that Lin Ye was so wealthy that he could treat what others considered divine objects as mere toys to amuse children.

Shu Jingwei stood at the top of the steps, her chest heaving violently.

Her gaze was fixed on the four still-flickering characters on the sky, her fingers gripping her sleeve so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

What a waste!

That's too extravagant!

That's just too...enviable!

However… she suddenly thought of another possibility.

Such a magical thing, and Lin Ye only used it to display a few words?

Why doesn't he use it for something else? Why doesn't he use it for fighting? Why doesn't he use it to intimidate others?

There's only one explanation—those flying boxes aren't that magical.

They can only display words and amuse children; they can't do anything else.

Yes, that must be it.

You can't just give something so amazing to a little girl for her birthday, can you?

Not to mention, this isn't even his biological daughter!

Shu Jingwei's lips slowly curled up, revealing a relieved smile.

She took a deep breath, straightened her back, and resumed her imperial demeanor.

"I thought there was something extraordinary about it," she said casually, as if she had already seen through everything.

"They're nothing but flashy, impractical toys. They can only be used to display a few words and fool children. My Great Flame Kingdom has no need for such things."

Standing behind Shu Jingwei, Yao Jingyuan had clearly thought of this as well. He breathed a sigh of relief and a smile returned to his face.

Shu Rou was still holding the music box, but she had no time to play with it anymore.

She stared at the four dazzling characters on the sky, her lips pouting so much they could hang an oil bottle, tears welling up in her eyes.

The four words "Happy Birthday" floated in the air, shining brightly as they shone down from the sky, dazzlingly bright.

On the little beggar's birthday, hundreds of flying iron birds arranged words for her.

What about her birthday? It also has characters.

The congratulatory letters written by the ministers piled up on the table.

When the gifts were presented, one ugly old face after another greeted her with "Happy Birthday," making her feel nauseous. She wished she could keep only the gifts and throw the greeting cards back at them.

Anyway, she didn't recognize most of the words on the congratulatory invitation, nor did it have any nice pictures, light, or flying features, so she couldn't be bothered to even look at it.

"Mother Empress!" Shu Rou's voice was filled with jealousy and resentment, her fingers gripping Shu Jingwei's dragon robe sleeve tightly. "That flying iron bird, Rou'er wants it too! Next time it's my birthday, Rou'er wants that kind of writing too, and it has to be able to fly!"

Shu Jingwei glanced down at her, a hint of impatience flashing in her eyes, but she still said perfunctorily, "Rou'er, be good. Those fake things are no good. Our Great Yan Kingdom's congratulatory invitation is the real thing, and we can keep it and look at it repeatedly."

"But it's beautiful!" Shu Rou's voice rose. "It can fly! It can glow! Rou'er doesn't want those old men's awful handwriting! It's so ugly! Rou'er wants something that can fly! And something that can glow!"

Shu Jingwei frowned, about to say something, when Shu Rou burst into tears, large tears streaming down her face.

Shu Jingwei rolled her eyes, her fingers itching to move.

However, considering that Shu Rou would be sent to the palace school after today, he didn't do anything in the end.

She gestured to Yao Jingyuan to take the baby and comfort him, while she looked up at the sky again.

Yao Jingyuan quickly bent down, picked up the crying Shu Rou from beside Shu Jingwei, and gently coaxed her.

"Rou'er, be good, don't cry. What's so good about that thing? It flies so high, what if it falls and gets broken? Our Great Flame Kingdom's congratulatory invitation is much more practical and reliable."

Shu Rou wouldn't listen and cried even louder.

A hint of impatience flashed in Yao Jingyuan's eyes, but his movements remained gentle.

He lowered his head, looking at Shu Rou in his arms, whose face was flushed from crying, and then at the crimson brocade robe he was wearing—a gift from Shu Jingwei.

The palace he lived in was a gift from Shu Jingwei, and everything he used was a gift from Shu Jingwei.

He's like a dog!

Being tied up in this palace, only by obeying Shu Jingwei's words and begging for mercy can one get a few scraps of food.

His fingernails dug into his palm, leaving four crescent-shaped bloody marks that stung painfully.

A moment later, Yao Jingyuan slightly raised his eyes, glancing at the ministers in the Taihe Hall square out of the corner of his eye.

Some people had their heads down, some were pretending to look at the sky, and some were secretly observing him.

His fingers reached into his sleeve and touched a small jade pendant—a token he had previously agreed upon with several ministers through correspondence.

At crucial moments, as long as he takes out this jade tablet, those people will know what to do.

He looked up and glanced at Shu Jingwei's back.

Her dragon robe still gleamed with gold, the pearl on her crown still shone brightly, and she remained aloof and arrogant.

But her foundation was already crumbling; all he needed was a little more fuel...

Yao Jingyuan's lips slowly curled into a sinister smile, a smile that flashed by so quickly that no one noticed it...