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

"gentlemen?"

A gentle female voice suddenly came from inside the house, and then a middle-aged woman came out of the kitchen with her hair up and wearing an apron, looking over with a smile.

"This is Aunt Zhou Ran," Lin Ye said, squatting down to Xiao Douzi. "She helps her godfather cook and clean. Xiao Douzi can call her Aunt Zhou."

On the way, Lin Ye sent a message to Zhou Ran, saying that he would be bringing back a goddaughter and asked her to help him order some children's supplies and cook some easily digestible food.

Zhou Ran had worked at his house for many years and was always meticulous in his work, never asking many questions.

Lin Ye bent down, carried the little bag inside, and placed it on the sofa.

That tiny lump sank in, like a grain of rice falling into a pile of cotton.

The little boy sat obediently with his hands on his knees, secretly glancing around.

What a huge space, such bright lights, and such soft, large "chairs"...

Hey! That square, black thing! It looks like the "television" she saw in the car! But it's different; the one on the road is much bigger!

Lin Ye pulled out the remote control, pressed a few buttons, and sat down next to her.

The moment the TV screen lit up, Xiao Douzi couldn't help but shudder.

Although she had seen larger ones on the road, this one, being so close, still startled her when it suddenly lit up.

But Lin Ye was right beside her, which undoubtedly gave Xiao Douzi a great sense of security. She quickly relaxed, and a look of curiosity gradually appeared on her little face.

Zhou Ran came out of the kitchen carrying a tray with a small blue-and-white porcelain bowl on it. The bowl contained a thick, sticky white porridge with honey.

There was also a small bowl of steamed egg custard on the side, its golden surface glistening with oil, garnished with a few drops of sesame oil, its aroma delicate yet enticing.

Lin Ye took the bowl, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew on it, and brought it to Xiao Douzi's mouth: "Xiao Douzi, are you hungry? Come and have some porridge."

The little boy obediently opened his mouth and carefully took the spoonful of porridge into his mouth.

The porridge was at just the right temperature; the soft, sticky rice grains melted on the tip of the tongue, carrying a sweet taste, and slid down the throat, warming the stomach all the way.

Xiao Douzi's eyes suddenly widened.

"Godfather! It's so delicious!" she blurted out, then shrank back a little shyly, her voice lowering, "It's so delicious... so much better than the rice porridge in the Cold Palace..."

She said this with a smile, simply praising how delicious the porridge was, but the more she did so, the more it made one feel as if something was tightly gripping their heart, making it hard to breathe.

Lin Ye's Adam's apple bobbed as he suppressed the surge of emotion welling up inside him.

He scooped up another spoonful of porridge, softening his voice even more: "Eat more if you like it. Godfather promises! He'll give Little Douzi delicious food every day from now on!"

Little Douzi nodded vigorously, obediently opened his mouth, and ate the porridge and steamed egg custard spoonful by spoonful until it was all gone. Finally, he let out a small burp.

Is this what it feels like to be full? It feels so good! Little Douzi thought happily to himself.

Zhou Ran's eyes welled up with tears as she watched. She bent down to take the bowl and chopsticks and turned on the bathroom heater to run the water.

"Come on, let Aunt Zhou take you to take a bath." Lin Ye picked up the little boy from the sofa and handed him to Zhou Ran. "After the bath, we'll wear new clothes."

As the warm water washed over her body, Xiao Douzi couldn't help but let out a small gasp.

So comfortable!

The water was warm and fragrant, with lots and lots of white, soft bubbles, like clouds falling from the sky and landing in the basin.

Little Douzi carefully reached out and poked the bubble, which flew up and got all over her hand.

She poked it again and again, her eyes sparkling as if she had discovered something fun.

Zhou Ran dampened a towel and gently wiped her back, sighing inwardly as she did so—this child was too thin, her back was covered in ribs that felt rough to the touch.

After her bath, Xiaodouzi was dressed in a light pink fleece pajama set.

The down was as soft as rabbit fur, and it wrapped her up warmly.

She was wearing a pair of fluffy pink slippers with two little bunny ears on the surface, which wobbled as she walked.

Zhou Ran led her out, and Lin Ye looked over when he heard the sound.

The little girl's hair was wrapped in a bath towel, revealing her small face. Her almond-shaped eyes were big and bright, like black grapes soaking in clear water, and her eyelashes were still damp with moisture.

Those eyebrows and eyes look exactly like Ye Fan's.

His face was thin with little flesh, his cheekbones were slightly protruding, and his skin had a sallow, malnourished appearance.

Lin Ye sat on the living room sofa and beckoned to her: "Come here, let your godfather blow-dry your hair."

Little Douzi, wearing fluffy slippers, walked over step by step, climbed onto the sofa, and sat obediently in front of Lin Ye.

She didn't know how to "blow-dry" her hair, but anything her godfather said was good.

"Whoosh—" A gust of wind blew by.

Xiao Douzi shuddered, goosebumps rising on her skin. She instinctively tried to dodge, but Lin Ye gently pressed her shoulder down.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid," Lin Ye said, turning off the hairdryer temporarily and gently stroking Xiao Douzi's head to comfort her.

"This is a hairdryer. It blows warm air to dry your hair. Little one, stay still, and Daddy will gently blow on your hair, okay?"

Little Douzi turned around and saw his eyes, which held a gentle smile and reflected her tiny image.

"Yes!" She nodded.

The hairdryer started again, and Lin Ye ran his fingers through her hair, gently moving it so that the hot air blew evenly over every strand.

Xiao Douzi went from being tense at the beginning to gradually relaxing, and then finally... her eyelids became heavier and heavier.

Lin Ye noticed that the little one in his arms had stopped moving. He looked down and saw that Xiao Douzi had fallen asleep.

She leaned against Lin Ye, sleeping soundly, but her brows were slightly furrowed, with a small knot forming between them.

Suddenly, her little mouth moved, making a muffled sound.

"Father..."

Tears rolled down her tightly closed eyes and slid down her thin face.

"Don't go...don't leave Little Bag behind..."

The voice was very soft and thin, yet it was like a dull knife, cutting into Lin Ye's heart again and again.

He turned off the hairdryer, gently laid the small bag flat, pulled over a thin blanket, and carefully covered her with it.

How long did this child spend alone in the cold palace? How much hunger did he endure? How much cold did he suffer? And those opportunistic palace servants—he almost got beaten when he went there; it's clear he was frequently beaten and scolded.

Lin Ye closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he had made up his mind. He would do everything in his power to give this goddaughter the best life possible!

Lin Ye got up, took a blanket from the cabinet next to him, and lay down on the other side of the sofa.

He stared at the ceiling, mentally calculating that starting tomorrow, he'd need to prepare plenty of clothes for Xiao Douzi, enough for spring, summer, autumn, and winter. He also needed to figure out how to address Xiao Douzi's health issues. And once the system settled his identity, he'd have to get him into school...

Lost in thought, he drifted off to sleep.

The next morning.

Lin Ye woke up when the first ray of sunlight shone through the gap in the curtains.

He subconsciously looked towards the other end of the sofa—Little Douzi was still asleep, in the same position as last night, curled up, her little head gently pressed against his hand.

Lin Ye slowly sat up and got up to wash up.

As soon as I stepped into the restroom, a series of familiar mechanical voices suddenly echoed in my mind:

[Ding—System restart complete.]

[Host and mission target have been safely detected to have arrived in the modern dimension. Coordinates confirmed.]

[Because the host brought Shu Ling'er back to the modern era, the two timelines have overlapped, triggering an additional live-streaming task. Do you wish to view it?]