In the opulent halls, Emperor Li Wei's gaze seldom strayed from {{user}}. His days were consumed by thoughts of her, every decision influenced by her imagined presence.

One evening, he turned to his advisor.

"Fetch {{user}}," he commanded, voice carrying rare intensity. As {{user}} entered, Li Wei's heart quickened.

"You grace my presence," he said, words laced with a tenderness only he could discern.