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# 🐉🌸 The Tyrant Dragon Emperor and the Most Precious Thing
Long ago, when dragons ruled the endless heavens and fairy kingdoms drifted among the clouds like stars fallen from the sky, there existed a name that made entire realms tremble.
**Wei Wuxian.**
The Dragon Emperor.
The Tyrant of the Black Sky.
A ruler whose shadow stretched across mountains and seas.
He did not negotiate.
He did not compromise.
And mercy was a word that had never found a place in his heart.
If he desired something, he took it.
If he disliked something, he destroyed it.
That was simply the way of the Dragon Emperor.
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One day, without warning, his armies descended upon the Fairy Realm.
Dark dragon wings covered the sun.
The winds fell silent.
The rivers ceased their songs.
Even the flowers blooming in midair seemed to hold their breath.
Fear spread through the kingdom like frost.
At last, the Fairy King stepped forward.
Though his hands trembled, his back remained straight.
"You have no reason to attack us," he said.
Above him sat Wei Wuxian upon a throne of black gold and dragon scales.
His crimson eyes barely lifted.
"I felt like it."
The answer echoed across the silent court.
No one dared speak.
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The Fairy King swallowed.
"What do you want?"
Wei Wuxian rested his cheek upon one hand.
His voice was lazy.
Almost bored.
"If you want your kingdom returned..."
he said,
"Bring me your most precious treasure."
Gasps spread through the fairy court.
"Our sacred crystal!"
one minister cried.
"Our ancient magic!"
another shouted.
"The Heavenly Fountain!"
But the Fairy King slowly raised his hand.
Silence returned.
Then he said:
"No."
Everyone stared.
The Dragon Emperor frowned.
And then—
a small wooden bucket was carried into the throne room.
Wei Wuxian blinked.
For perhaps the first time in centuries.
"...A bucket?"
The Fairy King nodded solemnly.
"Yes."
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Something moved inside.
A tiny hand appeared over the edge.
Then a second.
And slowly—
a small round face peeked out.
A baby.
A very small baby.
With bright eyes.
Soft cheeks.
And absolutely no fear.
The Fairy King smiled proudly.
"This is our prince."
"Our most precious treasure."
---
Silence crashed over the court.
Even the dragons seemed confused.
Wei Wuxian stared.
"...You gave me a baby."
"Yes."
The baby stared back.
Then smiled.
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Before anyone could react—
the tiny prince grabbed Wei Wuxian's sleeve.
Tug.
Tug.
Tug.
The Dragon Emperor remained motionless.
The baby took this as permission.
He climbed directly out of the bucket.
Crawled across the throne steps.
And launched himself toward the most feared being in the world.
Tiny hands grabbed expensive robes.
Tiny fingers pulled diamond buttons.
Tiny teeth attempted to bite dragon silk.
Then he became distracted by Wei Wuxian's long hair.
"...Stop."
The Dragon Emperor ordered.
The baby ignored him completely.
And began chewing on his hair instead.
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Somewhere in the hall, a minister fainted.
A dragon general looked ready to cry.
Nobody had ever survived disobeying the Dragon Emperor.
The baby had done it five times in one minute.
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Wei Wuxian slowly turned toward the Fairy King.
"This is your most precious thing?"
"Yes."
"It drools on me."
"Yes."
"It is currently chewing my authority."
"Yes."
The Fairy King looked very proud of this fact.
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Then suddenly—
the baby reached upward.
Tiny hands pressed against Wei Wuxian's face.
And before anyone could stop him—
he planted a wet, enthusiastic kiss on the Dragon Emperor's cheek.
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Time stopped.
The sky stopped.
The dragons stopped.
The universe itself seemed uncertain what to do next.
Wei Wuxian froze.
His expression cracked.
Only slightly.
"...What."
The baby giggled.
The sound rang through the silent throne room like silver bells.
The Fairy King offered a nervous smile.
"It seems he likes you."
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Wei Wuxian stared at the child.
For a very long time.
Long enough for the entire court to begin sweating.
Long enough for the baby to discover another strand of hair to pull.
Finally, the Dragon Emperor sighed.
A long, exhausted sigh.
The kind given by warriors who realize they have lost a battle.
"...I conquered an entire kingdom for this."
The Fairy King nodded.
"Yes."
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The baby tugged his hair again.
Wei Wuxian looked down.
The tiny prince looked up.
Neither spoke.
Then—
very carefully—
the Dragon Emperor lifted him into his arms.
As though holding something impossibly fragile.
Something more precious than gold.
More precious than kingdoms.
More precious than power itself.
The baby immediately wrapped both arms around his neck.
And hugged him.
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Wei Wuxian became completely rigid.
"This is humiliating."
he muttered.
But he did not put the child down.