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

Xie Chaochao didn't expect that the emperor's men were actually here, and he didn't expect that there were so many people waiting for him here. Suddenly he sneered.

"It turns out that my life is so valuable. I never knew that so many people were waiting for me and knew me. This is really an honor for me."

Chu Heng and Long Bo also sneered. It could be seen that both sides were in a very bad mood. They were not pretending or lying at all. They just felt that such a thing was really a very strange and weird thing.

The two people looked at each other at the same time.

Chu Heng suddenly said, "But there is nothing wrong here. The emperor is about to die because his disease needs an antidote, but no one wants to use it. So he will die soon. Then someone should inherit the throne."

Xie Chaochao thought about it carefully.

"So do you want to inherit? If you want to inherit, I think it should be very successful, right?"

As night fell, the glazed tiles of the Forbidden City were sprinkled with mottled moonlight, reflecting a loneliness and desolation. Deep in the palace, a faint ray of light shone from behind the tightly closed dragon curtain, as if the fire of life was swaying in the wind and rain, and could be extinguished at any time. Chu Heng, the usually calm and self-sustaining guard commander, was now overwhelmed with emotions, looking at the fading light, with mixed feelings in his heart.

The emperor, the once arrogant and domineering emperor, was now lying on the dragon bed, his face as pale as paper, his breath dying, like a peony about to wither, having lost its former glory and pride. Chu Heng's heart was like being hit by a heavy hammer, and he was extremely sad. He had never thought that the monarch who was vigorous and resolute in the court would end up in such a situation. He was so decadent that he could not help but sigh that things in the world are impermanent.

Just as Chu Heng was immersed in endless emotion, the emperor's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and two sharp eyes shot straight at Chu Heng like a flash of cold light. There was both unwillingness and ridicule in those eyes, as if he was laughing at the tricks of fate, and as if he was challenging the arrangement of fate. The emperor's mouth curled up in a sneer, and there were too many stories and secrets hidden in that smile, which made people shudder.

"Chu Heng, Chu Heng, do you think I'm really in such a mess?" The emperor's voice was low and hoarse, but it carried a force that could not be ignored. "I have experienced so many storms and betrayals in my life, how could I give up so easily? Even though I am imprisoned now, my resolve is still as solid as a rock and cannot be shaken."

Chu Heng was shocked when he heard this. He had never seen the emperor so determined and resolute. It was as if at this critical moment, the emperor had regained his long-lost fighting spirit and dignity. He bowed his head and knelt, his voice trembling but firm: "Your Majesty is wise, and we are willing to follow you until death and overcome the difficulties together!"

At this moment, the air in the palace seemed to freeze, with only the emperor's weak but firm breathing echoing. Outside the window, the night was getting darker, but in this darkness, there seemed to be a beam of light rising quietly.

As night fell, a single lamp flickered in the depths of the palace, illuminating the two figures confronting each other in the hall. The atmosphere was so solemn that even the air seemed to freeze. Chu Heng, wearing armor, frowned, his eyes flashing with unquestionable determination. His voice was low and powerful, like a sharp blade in the cold wind, piercing people's hearts: "You have committed many evil deeds and killed loyal people. I, Chu Heng, swear here today that I will not let you go unpunished!"

Faced with this aggressive momentum, the emperor did not show any panic, but instead raised a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, which hid endless vicissitudes and helplessness. He slowly stood up, staggering, as if every step was carrying the heavy weight of the past. "Chu Heng, you know that even if I really fall into your hands today, this throne, this country, and even my life are like a candle in the wind, which may be extinguished at any time. I have done many wrong things in my life, but what I regret most is that I didn't kill Xie Chaochao myself because of a thoughtless mistake back then."

At this point, the emperor's eyes suddenly became deep and complicated, as if he had traveled through time and space and returned to the moment that decided his fate. He continued, "Xie Chaochao, the woman who once moved my heart, was smart and brave, and should have been my right-hand man. But I, because of suspicion and power struggle, pushed her into the abyss with my own hands. Whenever it was late at night, her desperate cries would ring in my ears, which were endless accusations against me and torture of my soul."

Chu Heng's expression changed slightly when he heard this. He had never expected that this seemingly cold-blooded emperor actually had such deep regrets and pain in his heart. But he was duty bound and could not be shaken by personal feelings. "Your Majesty, no one is perfect. However, once a mistake has been made, you must bear the consequences. You may feel guilty about Xie Chaochao's incident, but more innocent people have also suffered because of your decision. Today, I, Chu Heng, will not only seek justice for those innocent souls, but also protect justice and peace on this land."

Long Bo walked slowly through the magnificent palace corridor with steady and firm steps, and each step seemed to carry the weight of history. The sunlight shone through the complicated window lattices, shining on his weathered but still upright figure, coating him with a layer of mysterious brilliance. Finally, he stood in front of the emperor's magnificent study, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open to enter.

In the study, the scent of ambergris rose, intertwining with the tense atmosphere in the air. The emperor sat on the dragon throne, his brows furrowed, his eyes flashing with complex lights, as if waiting for some crucial news. Seeing Long Bo coming in, he raised his hand slightly, motioning him to come forward.

Long Bo walked to the bottom of the steps, bowed, and then slowly spoke in a low and powerful voice, as if it could penetrate the barriers of time and space: "Your Majesty, I have something to report. Xie Chaochao is not an ordinary person, but an orphan of the previous dynasty, a real princess." As soon as these words came out, the air in the entire study seemed to solidify, and even the wind outside the window seemed to have stopped breathing.

The emperor's eyes froze when he heard this, but he quickly regained his composure. However, a hint of shock and deep thought flashed across his deep eyes. He spoke slowly, with some indescribable emotions in his voice: "Oh? Are you serious? Then why did she end up here, and why..."

Long Bo interrupted the emperor, his tone full of determination and respect: "Your Majesty, it is not accidental that Her Royal Highness has survived so many dangers. She inherited the hopes and dreams of thousands of people in the previous dynasty. This power has given her the tenacity and perseverance to transcend life and death. She has the blood of the royal family flowing in her body, and she carries the heavy responsibility of reviving the country. Therefore, she cannot die, and she will not allow herself to die."