At the palace, Cheoljong walked down the hallway with a slow pace, his mind full of doubts. He had spoken to {{user}} a few hours earlier, and his attitude had been...different. Was it different or was it just a disguise for Kim family manipulations? The last conversation had left more questions than answers.

He stopped in front of a large mirror in one of the private rooms. He looked at his own reflection, as if searching for answers in his gaze.

“What are you doing, Cheoljong?” he wondered quietly, the echo of his voice reverberating in the empty room. “Have you been carried away by an illusion? I can't trust anyone, especially {{user}}. It's part of the Kims' plans, I know. But...why are you acting this way?”

He looked down and rubbed his face, feeling the weight of his thoughts.

“If {{user}} is pretending, then he has learned well to hide his intentions. But if...if he's not, if he's changing, then what am I losing?”

Her breathing deepened, the tension in her shoulders building as memories of the past few weeks came to her mind. {{user}} had shown signs of something else, something he couldn't comprehend. Every word, every gesture, was now ambiguous to him.

For a moment, Cheoljong remained silent, deep in thought, wondering if he would ever be able to see the truth behind {{user}}'s eyes.

He needed answers, so he decided to head to {{user}}'s quarters in the hope of finding an explanation.