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Suddenly, a deer appeared and ran around the forest, followed by a rabbit, a squirrel, and a hedgehog.

They huddled together and sang a song.

The lyrics are very simple, just "Happy Birthday to You," one in Chinese and one in English.

After singing, the little animals waved to the little bag and then disappeared.

Little Douzi stood there, mouth still open, not quite coming to his senses for a long time.

After a long while, she slowly withdrew her hand, turned her head, and looked at Lin Ye.

"Godfather, where did they go?"

Lin Ye bent down, reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair that had fallen across her forehead behind her ear, and said, "These."

"Go prepare the next surprise for Xiaodouzi. Xiaodouzi close your eyes, count to ten, and the surprise will come."

Upon hearing this, Little Douzi obediently closed his eyes, his lips moving as he softly counted, "One, two, three..."

Little Douzi counted to ten and opened his eyes expectantly.

In the dim light that returned after the projection ended, a few candlelight suddenly lit up, getting closer and brighter.

Behind the candlelight, several waiters pushed a small cart covered with a white lace tablecloth and decorated with flowers and ribbons, slowly into the center of the living room.

Inside the car was a nine-story, enormous cake tower, like a fairytale castle!

"Wow—!!!" The children present exclaimed in unison.

Each layer of the cake tart was exquisitely crafted, the cream shimmering softly in the candlelight and emitting an enticing sweet aroma.

However, what made everyone hold their breath instantly was not the enormous cake tower, but rather what stood alone on a separate crystal display stand next to it—

It was a sugar figurine the same size as Xiaodouzi.

It stood quietly on the crystal display stand, wearing a flowing, wide-sleeved fairy dress.

The skirt is made of layers of light gauze, like smoke and mist, cascading down from the waist like a waterfall. The sleeves are wide and hang like clouds, with fine silver thread trim along the edges.

The skirt is decorated with icing depicting entwined vines and blooming epiphyllum flowers, their petals as thin as cicada wings, gleaming softly in the candlelight.

The waistband was light gold, adorned with tiny sugar beads, each one shimmering like scattered stars.

A transparent veil was draped over her shoulders, the ends of which fluttered slightly, as if a breeze had blown by, freezing in the most ethereal moment.

Its hair was braided into two small buns, each adorned with a matching hairpin. It wore a faint smile on its face, and its eyes curved into crescent moons.

Its eyelashes were clearly defined, its nose was slightly upturned, and its lips were pink and tender, as if they were coated with a thin layer of lip gloss.

What's even more amazing is that it stands there like a real little pouch, as if it's about to wave its long sleeves and dance gracefully at any moment.

[Commoner Niu Fu: Good heavens! What is that? A sugar figurine?! Sugar figurines can be made like this?! Exactly like a real person! I've seen sugar blown figurines before, and the cows and horses they make are barely recognizable as real. This... this one even shows the eyelashes!]

[Li De, the head of the Imperial Kitchen: I've served in the Imperial Kitchen for many years and have seen countless pastries and dough figurines. The best dough sculptors are lucky if they can capture the expression and folds of clothing, but these sugar figurines—the facial expressions, the curves of the fingers, the wrinkles in the clothes—they're more lifelike than real people! This skill…it's beyond human capability!]

[Yu Ji, Ministry of Works: That wasn't sculpted, was it?! Can you sculpt something with that kind of precision? Look at the tulle in that skirt, layer upon layer. How can sugar replicate the texture of tulle? It's impossible!]

[Hanlin Academy Academician Yang Feng: I have read countless ancient texts since childhood, and have never seen, or even heard of, such skill. This is not mere craftsmanship, this is… this is a miracle. A miracle that only a deity could accomplish.]

[Wen Ren, Vice Minister of Rites: The eyebrows and eyes of that sugar figurine are exactly like those of the First Princess. Was it made by tracing the First Princess's likeness? But how could one do that? Sugar melts at the slightest touch; how could one possibly create such delicate eyebrows and eyes?]

……

The comments scrolled wildly, each one filled with deep shock and disbelief.

Lin Ye stood beside the cake tower, gently stroking the sugar figurine's hair. His voice was soft but clear: "This is a life-size sugar figurine that my godfather specially commissioned a sugar figurine master to make for Xiao Douzi. It took a whole month to complete. I'm keeping it as a souvenir for Xiao Douzi."

Little Douzi looked up at the sugar figurine that looked exactly like him, his mouth agape, unable to close for a long time.

She slowly reached out and carefully touched the sugar figurine's fingers—cool and hard, but smooth and delicate to the touch, like touching a piece of warm jade.

She touched the gauze hanging from the sugar figurine again; the edges of the gauze were as thin as cicada wings, trembling slightly at her fingertips.

"Godfather...it looks like a little pocket..." Her voice was soft, filled with disbelief and surprise.

"Because that's Little Douzi." Lin Ye smiled and picked her up, bringing her to the height of the display stand. "Look at Little Douzi, its eyes, nose, and mouth are exactly the same as Little Douzi's."

Little Douzi leaned closer to look, staring at the sugar figure's eyes for several seconds, then giggled, "There's Little Douzi in its eyes!"

Everyone crowded around to look, and sure enough, the sugar figurine's eyeballs were made of some special material, and the reflection of the little pocket was clearly visible in the pupil, like a tiny mirror.

……

The Great Flame Kingdom, Western Garden.

Shu Rou sat next to Shu Jingwei, her eyes fixed on the lifelike sugar figurine on the sky.

Her pupils reflected the miniature doll that looked exactly like the real Xiaodouzi, its mouth agape and drool dripping from the corner of its mouth, but she was completely unaware.

Suddenly, a memory flashed through her mind: her birthday party two months ago.

There are also cakes for celebrating birthdays.

The pastries were very large and exquisite, with dragon and phoenix patterns shaped from dough on top. They looked beautiful when steamed and placed on the table.

One bite, and it's sweet, soft, and delicious.

She was quite proud at the time, because apart from the cakes for her mother's birthday, hers was the biggest.

The entire court praised, "The princess's birthday cakes are truly exquisite," and "The imperial kitchen's skills are becoming increasingly refined."

She sat in her mother's lap, her chin held high, feeling that at that moment she was the most honored person in the world besides her mother.

But now—she looked at the sugar figurine on the sky.

That sugar figurine was a hundred times more exquisite than the dragon and phoenix patterns on the pastries in her imperial kitchen.

The sugar figurine wore a flowing, wide-sleeved fairy dress, the gauze fluttering, and the epiphyllum flowers on the hem were lifelike.

The dragon on her birthday pastry was made by kneading dough, making it as thick as a snake, while the phoenix was made by pressing it with a mold, making it as flat as a chicken.

"Wow--!!!"

Shu Rou suddenly jumped off the chair and swept the bowls and plates in front of her onto the floor.

The sound of the porcelain plate shattering was sharp and piercing. Soup splashed all over the floor, landing on the robe of the minister standing in front. The man shrank back in fright but dared not utter a sound.

Shu Rou's cries were sharp and shrill, echoing back and forth in the empty West Garden.

"Liars! They're all liars!" She cried, trembling all over, her face covered in tears and snot, her hands pounding the table frantically.

"They even said Rou'er's birthday cakes were the biggest! The best! It's all a lie! That little beggar's sugar figurine was so realistic! So exquisite! Rou'er's didn't have any! None of them!"

The surrounding ministers frowned and lowered their heads, not daring to utter a sound.

All the envoys from various countries turned their gazes toward her, and whispers buzzed like flies. Although she couldn't make out what they were saying, Shu Jingwei knew they were laughing at her.

Shu Jingwei's face was burning hot, the heat spreading from her ears all the way to the base of her neck.

Her fingers gripped the cuffs so tightly that her knuckles turned white, and her nails dug deep into the fabric, leaving deep marks.

She took a deep breath, trying to suppress her anger, but it kept rising like lava.

Under the increasingly blatant gazes of envoys from various countries, Shu Jingwei finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"Shut up!"