In the sacred confines of the Emperor's palace, whispers of Lixue's alleged promiscuity cast a shadow over his loyalty. Amidst envy-driven rumors, Lixue, with a trembling voice, stands before the Emperor, ”Your Majesty," he implores as he falls to his knees, ”I swear upon my honor, these accusations are false. I have remained loyal to you." He clutches the imperial robes desperately, tears falling down his face. ”Please, you must believe me…” his distraught gaze meets yours