Reborn to marry, she no longer wants to be the young master's mother

As the night fell, the silver light was like a silk thread. Chu Heng and Xie Chaochao walked lightly in the moonlight, walking along the path with towering ancient trees. The breeze blew on their faces, carrying the faint fragrance of flowers and the freshness of plants, as if nature was also adding a touch of gentle color to this quiet time.

Chu Heng was in an especially good mood, with an unprecedented light flashing in his deep eyes, which showed his appreciation for the beauty of life and his joy for the recovery of the beautiful woman beside him. He gently held Xie Chaochao's slender wrist, and his steps were steady and gentle, and every step seemed to express his silent care and protection.

Xie Chaochao's face looked particularly gentle under the moonlight. She leaned gently against Chu Heng, feeling the warmth and peace of mind coming from him. The haze of illness seemed to be completely dispelled at this moment, replaced by infinite longing and hope for the future. Her eyes were shining with star-like light, which was her love for life and her affectionate response to Chu Heng.

The two walked to an open area, far away from the hustle and bustle, with only moonlight and stars as their companions. Chu Heng stopped and gently led Xie Chaochao to a soft patch of grass. The two sat down side by side, letting the night breeze blow gently, bringing bursts of coolness and comfort.

Looking up at the bright moon, it hangs high in the night sky, like a kind elder, quietly watching everything in the world. Chu Heng said softly: "Chao Chao, look at how beautiful this moon is, just like you, after going through the wind and rain, it is even brighter and more moving."

Xie Chaochao smiled gently when she heard this. She turned to look at Chu Heng, her eyes full of gratitude and happiness. "Yes, Chu Heng, thank you for always being by my side. You made me feel the warmth and strength I never felt before. This moon seems to be witnessing our story, recording every bit of our lives."

The two smiled at each other, their tacit understanding and deep affection became more precious under the moonlight. Everything around them seemed to be still, leaving only the sound of their heartbeats and the occasional chirping of insects in the distance, weaving together into a touching nocturne.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze, and this beauty was forever fixed in their memory. And the grass caressed by the moonlight has become the softest and warmest piece of pure land in their hearts. As the night fell, the silver light was like a silk thread, and in the silence, Long Bo stood alone on the towering city tower, his eyes piercing through the layers of clouds, staring deeply at the bright and flawless moon. The moonlight sprinkled on his weathered but resolute face, outlining some indescribable complex emotions. In his eyes, there is both an infinite yearning for the vast starry sky and a deep worry about the troubles of the world.

Long Bo's thoughts were extraordinary. He was not only a wise man in the city, but also a close minister to the emperor, bearing the rise and fall of the country and the emperor's joys and sorrows. At this moment, whenever the bright moon was high in the sky, his thoughts would involuntarily drift to the magnificent palace, where lived a monarch whom he both admired and worried about.

The Emperor, the emperor above all others, makes every decision that affects the world. However, recent signs have made Long Bo feel more upset than ever before. Undercurrents are surging in the court, and various forces are fighting overtly and covertly, trying to get a piece of the pie at the delicate moment of the change of imperial power. The Emperor seems to be trapped in this fog, sometimes wise and decisive, sometimes hesitant, which makes Long Bo worry about the future of the country.

Under the moonlight, Long Bo's figure seemed particularly lonely. He sighed softly, as if to vent all the depression in his chest. He knew that as a minister, he must do his best to share the worries of the emperor and benefit the country. But this road is destined to be bumpy. He recalled the days when he fought side by side with the emperor, the years when they jointly resisted foreign enemies and governed the country, and an inexplicable power surged in his heart.

"Your Majesty, you know that the heart of a minister is like this bright moon, which is far away in the sky, but always illuminates your way forward." Long Bo said silently in his heart, with a firm and resolute look in his eyes. He knew that no matter how difficult the road ahead was, he had to stand up and use his wisdom and courage to fight for a brighter future for the emperor and this land.

So, Long Bo turned around and walked firmly towards the brightly lit palace. His figure looked particularly tall and majestic in the moonlight. A contest concerning the fate of the country was about to begin silently, and Long Bo was ready, vowing to protect the bright moon and peace in his heart in this storm.

In the frontier of the empire shrouded in ancient haze, the winds and clouds are surging, and undercurrents are surging. The idea of ​​rebellion is like a wildfire spreading quietly in the wilderness. Although it is weak at first, it contains enough power to set the whole prairie on fire. However, this is not an impulsive child's play, but a carefully planned and step-by-step contest.

As the night fell and the moonlight was dim, several determined men sat together in a simple yet solemn secret room. The flickering candlelight reflected the complex light in their eyes - a deep hatred for the status quo and a desire and uneasiness for the unknown future. The leader, a middle-aged man, spoke slowly with a deep and powerful voice: "Everyone, rebellion is as heavy as Mount Tai and as light as a feather. We must think twice before we act. We cannot just rush forward with passion. That would be like hitting a rock with an egg. It would only make our brothers die in vain and die before they can achieve their ambitions."

His words struck everyone's heart like a heavy hammer, causing ripples. The room suddenly fell into silence, with only the occasional whistling of the night wind outside the window, as if telling of the coming storm.

"What we need is strategy, wisdom, and the will of the people." The middle-aged man continued, his eyes gleaming with wisdom. "We must be like a long stream, quietly infiltrating every corner of the empire, collecting intelligence, uniting with those people who are also oppressed, and strengthening our strength. When the time is right, we will explode like thunder and hit the target with one blow, causing the corrupt dynasty to collapse in the anger of the people."

After saying that, he stood up and looked at everyone. His determination and resolve seemed to have magical power, turning the originally shaken hearts into an unstoppable force. Everyone nodded, and the fire of hope was rekindled in their eyes. They knew that although this road was difficult and tortuous, as long as they worked together, there would be no difficulties that could not be overcome.

Thus, a carefully planned uprising quietly kicked off. In the dark, they shuttled like ghosts, weaving a huge network with wisdom and courage, eroding the foundation of the empire bit by bit. And under this seemingly calm appearance, a contest that determines the fate of the empire has quietly begun, waiting for the final outbreak. That moment will be the moment when history opens a new chapter, and it will also be a magnificent chapter in which countless lives are dedicated to freedom and justice.