I am the sole survivor of the imperial examination fraud case.
> In open court, I bit off the presiding judge’s ear, splattering blood across the hall.
> My political enemy, the Grand Preceptor, took me on as a retainer on the spot: “This kid’s ruthless!”
> He asked how to eliminate his rivals.
> “The plague is raging, and the whole city is crying out in misery,” I said with a smile, pointing at the map. “Why not… let this fire burn a little brighter?”
> Three days later, an army of a hundred thousand surrounded the city, their torches lighting up the night sky.
> I stood behind the Grand Preceptor, the earring at my waist jingling as I walked.
