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

After passing through a few more smaller fireworks displaying flowers, birds, insects, and animals.

All the remaining fireworks rose simultaneously, intertwining, merging, and transforming in the night sky, ultimately converging into a giant silhouette of a little girl made of light—

Wearing a puffy skirt, with her hair in braids, her eyebrows and eyes curved, and her smile was radiant.

It's a small bag!

The outline lingered in the air for half a minute before slowly dissipating from the outside in.

The fireworks show lasted for nearly an hour.

The river reflected the magnificent colors of the sky, creating a dazzling spectacle that even made the moon lose its luster.

On the observation deck, children screamed and cheered, while adults marveled in awe.

Lin Ye held the little girl in his arms, her face tilted upwards. Fireworks flickered in her clear pupils, and all that brilliance, warmth, and happiness was deeply imprinted into her life with the light.

……

In the Great Flame Kingdom, in the lower right corner of the sky, the barrage of comments has gone completely crazy.

[Wu Yong, Vice Minister of Works: That…that’s a painting? No! No, that’s fireworks too! Those are actually fireworks! Fireworks shaped like the First Princess!!! They can be made with gunpowder! ? ?]

[Guan Yue, Director of the Construction Department of the Ministry of Works: No! That's definitely not gunpowder! That Lin Ye... he can manipulate light! He can solidify light! He can make light into any shape he wants! This is creation! It's God creating!]

[Commoner Wang Laoshi: Good heavens! The gods are celebrating the eldest princess's birthday, setting the sky ablaze! This life has been worthwhile, I've truly met a god!]

……

The Imperial Palace, the Western Garden.

Shu Jingwei could no longer sit still.

She gripped the handrail with all her might, her fingernails digging into the wood, leaving white marks, just to keep herself from collapsing and slipping to the ground.

She recalled her Heavenly Fire—twelve tubes, which were exhausted in a dozen or so breaths, the resulting bursts of light being dark red and almost black, like several lumps of red-hot iron.

She had always believed that it was the most powerful weapon in the world, a national treasure left to her by Ye Fan, and the source of her confidence to show off, intimidate, and make all nations fear her.

But now, compared to those fireworks, that confidence has become a complete joke!

Looking at the silhouette of the smiling little pouch in the sky, she recalled the year she ascended the throne, when Ye Fan set off a specially made heavenly fire to celebrate her victory.

It was much brighter than those orbs of light, and because Ye Fan did it himself, the effect was much better.

At that time, she felt it was grand, magnificent, and made her look good.

However, compared to the magnificent fireworks in the sky...

and many more!

wrong!

Ye Fan! He clearly comes from the same place as Lin Ye!

He clearly had better fireworks, but he wouldn't give them to her!?

The heavenly fire he gave her was nothing compared to those fireworks!

She hated Ye Fan almost immediately.

She resented him for not giving her fireworks like those. If he had brought them out earlier, how could she have ended up like this? How could Lin Ye have trampled on her? How could those court officials have looked at her like that?

It's all his fault! He must have recruited Lin Ye too!

One by one!

Damn it! They all deserve to die!!!

Her face was flushed red, and her eyes bulged out; she was so angry that she looked like she was about to explode with rage.

She gazed at the seemingly endless fireworks display in the sky, and at the happy smile on the little boy's face in Lin Ye's arms.

Looking at his own Lantern Festival banquet—now devoid of musicians and dancers, cold, deserted, and incredibly awkward, with envoys giving him strange looks and courtiers appearing lifeless—he felt utterly disoriented.

puff--!

A metallic taste suddenly surged into her throat, and she could no longer suppress it, spitting out a mouthful of scalding hot blood!

Crimson bloodstains splattered on the front of her bright yellow dragon robe and on the messy table in front of her, a shocking sight under the palace lanterns.

"His Majesty!!!"

"Imperial Physician! Summon the Imperial Physician immediately!!"

The West Garden was immediately thrown into an uproar!

The eunuchs and palace maids screamed in terror, and the court officials were in a panic. The sounds of cups and plates being knocked over, shouts, and footsteps mingled together.

Shu Jingwei's vision went completely black, the world spun around her, and all sounds around her quickly faded away.

She fell backward softly, only to be caught by the head eunuch who rushed forward in a panic.

……

modern.

The fireworks extravaganza came to an end, the night sky returned to its deep darkness, leaving only the river breeze and the faint scent of fireworks, and the laughter and chatter inside the villa gradually subsided.

Xiao Douzi's birthday party came to a perfect end in this wonderfully splendid and heartwarming occasion, and the guests said their goodbyes one after another.

Little Douzi was being held by Lin Ye, her little head resting on his shoulder, her eyelids drooping, clearly already sleepy.

Lin Ye saw his last friend off, and Zhou Ran directed the staff to finish up.

The villa returned to tranquility, with only the intelligent system adjusting the soft lighting and air.

He carried the sleeping little girl to the villa's guest room, gently placed her on the bed, and covered her with a small blanket.

Then, he walked to the window, his gaze seemingly piercing through the night and directed towards some unknown distance.

almost.

Lin Ye's mind stirred slightly, and he activated the system—

The live stream has been turned off.

……

On the sky above the Great Flame Kingdom, the image reflecting the warm indoor scene was as if gently wiped away by an invisible hand.

The chaos in Xiyuan has not yet subsided.

The imperial physician had just been dragged in and was now nervously taking the pulse of Shu Jingwei, who was slumped on the dragon throne.

The courtiers stood anxiously, while the envoys gathered a little further away, exchanging mocking and thoughtful glances.

The air was filled with the smells of blood, medicine, and lingering odors of cheap gunpowder.

Just as the West Garden was thrown into chaos and panic after Shu Jingwei vomited blood and fell unconscious, a calm voice pierced through the noise: "Silence!"

Yao Jingyuan has steadily emerged from the shadows.

His usual gentle and cautious demeanor had vanished, replaced by a calm, composed, and capable expression.

He first bowed slightly downwards, then said in a clear voice:

"Your Majesty has been busy with state affairs for days, and is worried that the strange celestial phenomena may disturb the foundation of the country. He was so anxious that he lost his mind and his health deteriorated. I apologize for making you all laugh, and I am also sorry for the fright." In just a few words, Shu Jingwei wrapped a fig leaf of "concern for the country" to cover up her loss of composure.

He immediately turned to the stunned imperial physician, his tone turning authoritative: "What are you all standing there for? Quickly treat His Majesty! Use the best medicine, and make sure His Majesty is safe!"

Then he ordered the commander of the Imperial Guards to escort His Majesty back to the palace to recuperate, and ordered the chief eunuch to attend to him.

After arranging the palace servants, he turned to the court officials, his tone softening and reassuring: "My colleagues, His Majesty needs to rest now. Many things have happened today on the Lantern Festival, and you must all be tired. Why don't you go back to your residences and rest early?"

He paused, a dark glint flashing in his eyes, and continued, "If there is any urgent official business, it can be submitted to the Wenyuan Hall tomorrow, and I will handle it accordingly."

These words not only reassured people and implied that the court was not in chaos, but also subtly indicated that he would temporarily take charge of some affairs, giving everyone a clear direction.

Finally, he politely but distantly asked the envoys to return to their post station first, explaining that foreign affairs would be handled by the Ministry of Rites and the Sifangguan (a government office), ensuring no leaks.

Ussuri and the other envoys gave him a deep look, then bowed and took their leave.

The court officials were as if they had been granted a pardon and left one after another. When they looked at Yao Jingyuan, many of them had a different look in their eyes than before, with more scrutiny and dependence.

After the hustle and bustle subsided, only the palace servants tidying up the mess and Yao Jingyuan, standing calmly under the dim lamplight, remained in the West Garden.

He slowly walked back to the messy main seat, his fingertips brushing against the still-wet bloodstain on the armrest of the dragon throne, slightly sticky and cold.

A cold, sharp curve slowly rose from the corner of his mouth.

His power is likely to grow considerably this time.

It's time to get moving...