Rebirth of the Beautiful Repaying Gratitude: Quick Transmigration and Childbirth System

The imperial palace, Qianyuan Palace.

Murong Di Ze, this diligent emperor, is still immersed in the heavy state affairs and works tirelessly.

It was not until the night was deep and the stars were twinkling that he finally had some free time and slowly walked into his bedroom, the Zichen Palace.

Murong Di Ze lay on the dragon couch and fell asleep peacefully.

As the night faded and the dawn began to appear, Murong Di Ze climbed to the top of the misty mountain alone, his heart full of anticipation for the beautiful sunrise.

However, the clouds in the mountains, like naughty elves, surrounded him and made him lose his way.

There was a vast expanse of white all around, as if you were in another world, mysterious and frightening.

In front of this vast nature, even the emperor seems small and helpless.

Murong Di Ze frowned slightly and looked around, trying to find a way down the mountain, but it was in vain.

Just when Murong Di Ze was feeling confused, a gentle breeze blew by.

The clouds seemed to be gently pushed aside by an invisible hand.

A woman came slowly, walking on the clouds.

As the morning light dawned, she bent her slender waist and took light steps, her white wrists moving between the light veil and the interweaving light and mist.

Her cheeks are as rosy as a newly blossoming peach, and her curves are in perfect proportion. She combines the grace of a fairy with the allure of a goblin. Her every move exudes deadly charm.

Her hair was tied up in a fairy bun, and two strands of light satin ribbons danced in the wind, adding a touch of otherworldliness to her beautiful face, as if she was a goddess in charge of charm in the sky.

Murong Di Ze's heart was shaken, and he shuttled between reality and illusion in a dreamlike manner.

"Are you lost?"

The fairy's voice was like a clear spring, instantly washing away the uneasiness in Murong Di Ze's heart.

Murong Di Ze came back to his senses and bowed quickly.

"Girl, I...I am indeed lost."

"Come with me."

When the fairy smiles, she is full of charm.

The mountains are shrouded in clouds and mist, like a dream.

Murong Dize followed behind her, looking at her graceful back.

I just felt that she was a fairy from the nine heavens who occasionally came down to the mortal world. She made people feel awe, but also couldn't help wanting to get closer to her.

"We're here. Just walk down from here."

"Thank you for your guidance, fairy." Murong Di Ze said gratefully.

The fairy just smiled, turned and walked towards the mountains, gradually disappearing into the clouds.

"Fairy~"

Murong Di Ze wanted to catch up and ask the fairy's name.

"Your Majesty, it's time."

The sound of the eunuch chief, Li Jirui, knocking on the door to wake people up came from outside the bedroom.

Murong Di Ze woke up slowly and realized that it was just a dream.

He chuckled. Yes, where in the world could such an immortal figure appear?

"Enter."

Li Jirui led the palace servants and entered in a line as usual, helping him wash and change clothes meticulously, preparing for a new day of busy government affairs.

The eunuch chief, Li Jirui, watched silently from the side.

The emperor looked calm today, and there seemed to be a hint of barely perceptible joy between his brows.

I thought to myself that His Majesty must have had a good dream last night, which is why he was in such a good mood.

After all, the emperor had never entered the harem since he had no hope of having an heir, and there had been no major events in the previous dynasty, so there was nothing to be happy about.

Li Jirui looked at the monarch in front of him who was diligent, loved his people and set an example.

But I couldn't help but feel sad for Your Majesty.

Why did fate play tricks on such a wise monarch and not give him an heir?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but wipe the corners of his eyes.

* * *

The night was as dark as ink, with twinkling stars, and the Qianyuan Palace in the Forbidden City gradually returned to tranquility.

After Murong Di Ze finished dealing with the last memorial, he rubbed his temples tiredly and slowly walked into his bedroom, the Zichen Palace.

He lay on the bed with his eyes closed in deep thought, the image of the fairy and those gentle words appeared in his mind, "Follow me."

As his consciousness gradually faded, Murong Di Ze fell into sleep again.

The fairy was holding a colorful rooster in her hands, standing in front of a quaint house, surrounded by guests who came to watch the fun.

This is where?

Murong Di Ze was confused.

But he found himself unable to move and could only watch the scene quietly as a bystander.

The fairy was wearing an intricate and gorgeous wedding dress, which was as red as a burning flame, but also reflected her pale face.

She was holding a colorful rooster in her arms, and her sparkling peach eyes were full of confusion.

The guests were either whispering or talking to each other, their eyes full of ridicule and pity.

"Oh, what a miserable life! Why do I have to be a widow out of nowhere?"

"I heard that her fiancé fell off a cliff and died. She will be alone for the rest of her life."

"I heard from the servants in the mansion that she is unlucky for her father, mother and husband!"

"Tsk tsk, she is really lucky."

……

"The auspicious time has arrived, it's time for the bride to come in!"

A sharp voice broke the depressing atmosphere.

An old woman stood on a high seat, commanding her servants with a harsh look on her face.

The look in her eyes when she looked at the fairy was full of disdain and disgust.

"What a jinx! He killed his own parents and now he's hurting my son!"

The fairy's body trembled slightly, but she did not refute, but just endured it all silently.

The guests' discussions and laughter, mixed with the old woman's scolding, formed an invisible pressure that almost suffocated people.

Murong Di Ze watched all this, feeling a mixture of anger and sympathy in his heart.

He clenched his fists and wanted to rush forward to rescue the bride, but found that he was still unable to move.

He struggled desperately, but woke up from his dream.

He sat up, still feeling uneasy.

"It turns out that she is not the Nine Heavens Goddess, but a widow."

Murong Di Ze muttered to himself.

Murong Di Ze felt that this was not a dream.

He believed that there must be such a person in the world.

Recalling the play that Li Jirui once mentioned.

In this world, widows have many difficulties.

As the old saying goes, "Starving to death is a small matter, but losing one's chastity is a big matter."

When her fiancé dies, a woman must remain chaste and a widow for him.

Being bound by the husband's family in this life, one will most likely live a lonely life.

Murong Di Ze repeatedly recalled every detail of the dream, trying to unravel it and find clues to the woman's true identity.

If I knew who she was, I could bestow upon her the title of "Lady of Saintly Virtue and Virtue".

Let the world know that she was personally appointed by the emperor and was a person of good fortune bestowed by God.

Let her be respected by the world.

Let no one dare to mock or abuse her again.

However, memory is like a reflection in the fog, as if there is always a veil between them, making it difficult to touch the truth.

This feeling of powerlessness made him feel even more melancholy.

Murong Di Ze stood up and walked to the imperial desk, picked up his pen and sketched, carefully depicting the face in his dream on paper.

"Xuan Ying."

Murong Di Ze called out majestically.

A dark shadow emerged from the darkness like a ghost, and knelt down in front of the emperor. Its movements were swift and silent.

"Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you."

Murong Di Ze's eyes lingered for a moment between the portrait and the secret guard leader Xuan Ying.

Suddenly I didn't want to give him the portrait.

"Xuanying, I order you to secretly search for all widows in the capital in recent years. Especially those women who used roosters as grooms in marriage."

"See if there is anyone with stunning appearance and outstanding temperament."

Xuanying's eyes narrowed slightly. He couldn't imagine what kind of connection could there be between His Majesty, who had always been orthodox, and this stunning widow!

He suppressed his shock and lowered his head deeply.

"Yes, Your Majesty. I will check it immediately."

After saying that, Xuanying's figure flashed and disappeared in the Zichen Palace like a ghost in the night.

Murong Di Ze sat back on the dragon couch and closed his eyes in deep thought.

I hope this person really exists, so I can help her.