Trapped by the Emperor's Toxic Love

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onally brought back to Green Mountain and even gave a name to, so my treatment was entirely different. The other children were grouped together and

aknesses to achieve my goals, how to deliver a fatal blow to an enemy, and how to kill without leaving a trace. He even taug

akes. Instead, he would softly tell me how to do better next time. When I did well, he would br

f some official, which was why I was so eager to climb up and stand out. But I was wrong. It was then tha