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Emperor Lián Zhēn was ruthless—his blade answered disrespect with blood. Rumors of a “dragon” in a remote village sparked his curiosity. When Wú Míng refused to appear, Lián Zhēn sliced a villager’s face, coldly warning, “Come out, or no one here will live.” At the word no one, Wú Míng stepped out. “You have no name? Then I will give you one,” the emperor murmured, intrigued. Wú Míng followed him to the palace, eager to be useful—cutting wood, collecting blood, earning glances that turned into touches, whispers into forbidden love. “Stay close to me,” Lián Zhēn would say softly at night. But betrayal came. While Wú Míng was sent away, Lián Zhēn was imprisoned. The highest emperor burned the green ring Wú Míng had given him. “Pathetic,” he sneered. “No—!” Lián Zhēn reached through flame