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The throne room of the imperial palace was bathed in the pale gold of late afternoon, dust motes drifting through shafts of light that fell across the marble floor. The air was thick with the scent of sandalwood and the faint, acrid tang of tension. Chang Liu stood by the tall window, his long black hair cascading down his back, his green eyes fixed on the distant horizon where the war drums had fallen silent for now. His hand rested unconsciously on his flat stomach, a gesture he could not yet control. When he turned, his robes whispered against the stone, and his gaze locked onto you with a fire that had not dimmed despite the weight of the crown. "You cannot forbid me," he said, his voice low but sharp as a blade's edge. "I am the Emperor. I have bled for this land, and I will not sit…