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

At this point, a gentle light flashed in Long Bo's eyes, as if he saw through the long river of time that woman who blossomed tenaciously in the wind and rain. "She used wisdom as a blade and courage as a shield. In this chaotic world, she took every step carefully, just to find that ray of light and restore the glory of her homeland. Her existence is the arrangement of fate and the embodiment of all expectations and hopes."

After hearing this, the emperor was silent for a long time, and finally nodded slowly, with a complicated look in his eyes. He stood up, walked down from the dragon throne, walked to the window, looked at the vast sky outside the window, and murmured to himself: "The princess of the previous dynasty... the light of hope... It seems that this world will usher in another change."

As night fell, the candlelight in the palace flickered, illuminating Long Bo's face as cold as a stone sculpture. His eyes were deep and dark, as if he could see through all the conspiracies and calculations in the world. He slowly walked in front of the emperor, and every step he took was full of irresistible majesty. Those eyes that seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts coldly examined the emperor, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Your Majesty," Long Bo's voice was low and powerful, every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, with unquestionable determination, "After you pass away, this world will be ruled by Xie Chaochao. She will be crowned as the empress, creating an unprecedented era."

The emperor heard this, not only did he not feel the slightest bit of anger or fear, but he laughed out loud, his laughter echoing in the empty palace, with a bit of unruliness and arrogance. His laughter showed both his helplessness towards fate and his courage to challenge the rules of the world. When the laughter died down, the emperor stared at Long Bo, his eyes flashing with a complex light, with both expectation for the unknown and nostalgia for the past.

"Uncle Long, Uncle Long, you know that the world is so big that nothing is impossible. But since ancient times, it has never been easy for a woman to be an emperor. Although Xie Chaochao, whom you mentioned, has the ambition to be as good as a man, the road to imperial power is full of thorns and blood. I am not laughing at your arrogance, but at the prejudice in this world, and at the sadness of women being unable to spread their wings and fly high under heavy constraints."

The emperor's voice was filled with mixed emotions. He stood up, his sleeves fluttering, as if he was about to fly away with the wind. He continued, "However, the world is like a chess game, and each game is new. Although I cannot witness that day with my own eyes, I have a glimmer of hope in my heart. If there is really a woman who can break out of her cocoon and become a butterfly, and control this vast country with wisdom and courage, it would not be a bad thing. However, on this road, she needs to go forward alone, overcoming all obstacles, before she can reach the supreme throne."

After saying this, the emperor turned and looked out the window. The night was dark and the stars twinkled, as if foreshadowing the endless changes and challenges in the future. His back stretched out in the candlelight, looking lonely and determined, as if telling everyone that even in this era of male dominance and female inferiority, there are women who can write their own legends.

As night fell, the candlelight in Longyin Pavilion flickered, illuminating Long Bo's resolute face. His voice was deep and powerful, as if it could penetrate the night and reach the deepest part of people's hearts. "Your Majesty, please relax. Things in the world are not exclusive to men. Women can also support the world, control the people, and make the country prosperous. Why should Your Majesty worry too much?"

The emperor frowned when he heard this, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes, with surprise, confusion, and a hint of indescribable temptation. "Long Bo is right, but since ancient times, the succession of the throne has mostly been a matter for men. What I am worried about is not only the rise and fall of the country, but also whether this unprecedented change can be accepted by the world and whether it can really make my great country safe and secure."

After saying this, the emperor turned his gaze to the silent Chu Heng. This young man who was once a pillar of the court and a talented man with both literary and military skills, now seemed to be burdened with a heavy burden, his face solemn. "Chu Heng, you are my right-hand man, are you willing to accept this? With your talent, you should be in the court, making decisions, but now you have to witness this unprecedented change with your own eyes, seeing a woman sitting on the throne, are you unwilling to accept it?"

Chu Heng raised his head slowly, a look of determination and relief flashed in his eyes. He knew very well that this was not just a matter of personal honor and disgrace, but also a major turning point in the tide of the times. He took a deep breath, and his voice was soft but firm: "Your Majesty, although I am a man, I know that ability is not gender-specific. If there is a woman who can lead our dynasty to a more glorious future with wisdom and courage, I am willing to step behind the scenes and assist her. Not only am I unwilling, but I admire her and am willing to witness this historic moment and share the honor and disgrace with our great country."

As soon as the words fell, the atmosphere in the palace suddenly became solemn and dignified, as if even time had stopped. Long Bo and the emperor smiled at each other, their eyes full of approval and expectation. Outside the window, the moonlight was as bright as a wash, casting a silver glow, as if silently witnessing this conversation that was about to change their fate.

As night fell, lights flickered deep in the palace, reflecting a thrilling drama. The emperor, wearing a dragon robe, had a distorted face and an ambiguous sneer on his lips. That smile seemed to contain ridicule and resentment towards everything in the world. Then, his eyes suddenly lost their luster, as if a star had fallen, and he died, drawing a full stop to his life in this silent night.

Instantly, a heavy feeling of sadness and depression filled the air, mixed with some unspeakable tension and expectation. At this moment, a Dragon Master dressed in luxurious clothes and with a solemn face walked into the hall with steady steps. His eyes penetrated through the layers of veils and directly reached the cold dragon couch. Although there were waves in his heart, his face was not moved at all.

Long Bo slowly stretched out his hand, and his fingers gently touched the jade seal that symbolized supreme power. It exuded a warm luster, as if it could reflect the desires and ambitions deep in one's heart. He carefully held the jade seal in his palm, and every movement seemed so solemn and sacred, as if he was performing an ancient and solemn ceremony.

Afterwards, Long Bo and a loyal guard looked at each other and understood each other without saying anything. They walked in unison through the empty and gloomy palace corridors, each step was taken with determination and firmness. Outside the door, the night was as dark as ink, with sparse stars, but their hearts were burning with a blazing fire, which was the desire and preparation for the upcoming changes.

Before reaching the palace gate, the two stopped. Long Bo held up the jade seal, which swayed slightly in the night wind, flashing a frightening light. The guards straightened their backs and announced loudly: "The emperor has passed away, and the mandate of heaven has been restored. Here is the jade seal. Seeing the seal is like seeing the emperor!" The voice penetrated the night, echoing over the empty palace, and shocked everyone's heart.