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

In the depths of the ever-changing palace, Xie Chaochao's heart was filled with anxiety about the unknown future, but also with tenderness and ambition for the people of the world. However, when she first gained power, she seemed a little overwhelmed by the complex situation left over from the old dynasty.

Every corner of the palace was filled with the shadow of the past. Those who were once the confidants of the old emperor have now become the problems she needs to face. She looked at the civil and military officials in the court, and an inexplicable compassion surged in her heart. So, under the watchful eyes of the public, she made a surprising decision - to grant amnesty to the world, especially to those who were loyal to the old emperor. She hoped to heal the scars of the past with a tolerant heart and restart a new era.

However, this mercy was not recognized by everyone. General Chu, a loyal general with great military achievements, stepped out with a voice like a bell and a firmness in his eyes: "Your Majesty, this is absolutely not allowed! Those old ministers may have resentment in their hearts. If they are pardoned, they may want revenge and endanger the safety of the country!" His words were like thunder that broke through the sky, and the whole hall fell into a brief silence.

Hearing this, Xie Chaochao's brows flashed with a hint of hesitation, but it was soon replaced by a more determined light. She slowly stood up, her posture straight, like the rising sun, warm and full of strength. "General Chu's words make sense, and I also know the pros and cons of it." Her voice was gentle and powerful, penetrating everyone's heart, "But I think that things in the world will eventually separate after a long period of unity, and will eventually come together after a long period of separation. This is the law of nature. Although I have just ascended the throne, I do not want to let the seeds of hatred continue to take root and sprout in this land. The act of amnesty is not indulgence, but repaying grievances with virtue. I hope to use this act to influence people's hearts and build a peaceful and prosperous world together."

As she spoke, her eyes swept over everyone in the hall. Her eyes, intertwined with determination and tenderness, seemed to be able to see into the deepest corners of people's hearts, and moved everyone present. Upon hearing this, General Chu showed a complex expression, with both admiration and worry, but in the end he knelt on one knee, with a barely perceptible tremor in his voice: "Your Majesty is wise, I am willing to swear allegiance to you until death, to protect your Majesty and this territory!"

As soon as these words came out, all the ministers in the palace responded one after another, shouting "Long live the emperor!"

It seemed as if even the sky was brewing an unknown storm. General Chu stood outside the tent, the cold wind was like a knife, cutting his resolute face, every wrinkle was deeply hidden with the vicissitudes of time and the smoke of the battlefield. He slowly exhaled a foul breath, and the sigh seemed particularly heavy in the silent night, as if it could penetrate the barriers of time and space and touch the heart of someone far away.

"Xie Chaochao, ah Xie Chaochao," General Chu whispered, his voice mixed with helplessness and regret, "Your decision today will eventually become a regret that you will never be able to let go of in the future. Once you take the wrong path in this world, it will be difficult to turn back." His eyes penetrated the darkness, as if he could see that stubborn and unruly figure standing at the crossroads of fate, making a decision that would change his life.

However, what responded to him was a firm voice coming from deep in the tent, clear and powerful: "General Chu, I never regret what I have done every day. I chose this path myself, and even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire ahead, I will move forward and never retreat." There was an unquestionable determination and pride in his words, as if even the night was ignited by this courage, flashing with an unyielding light.

Hearing this, General Chu raised a complicated smile, which showed both admiration for Xie Chaochao's courage and worry about his future fate. He knew that this young man had extraordinary willpower and talent, but at the same time, his stubbornness and impulsiveness could also become his biggest weakness.

"What a great way to not ask about regrets!" General Chu praised loudly, his voice echoing in the night sky, attracting the attention of the soldiers patrolling around. "I hope you can remember what I said today, and keep your original intention and courage no matter what the future holds. But remember, a true warrior must not only have the determination to move forward, but also the wisdom to look back."

After saying that, General Chu turned and walked into the tent, his back looked particularly lonely and determined. Xie Chaochao stood outside the tent, looking in the direction General Chu left, with a complex light flashing in his eyes. He knew that he was about to embark on a road full of unknowns and challenges, but as he said, he never regretted it. Because it was these challenges and unknowns that constituted the most brilliant colors in his life and the best way for him to prove his worth.

As the night fell, the moonlight was like a silk thread, gently sprinkled on the glazed tiles of the Forbidden City, covering this ancient palace with a layer of mysterious silver gauze. Xie Chaochao, the noble but gentle daughter of the royal family, was sitting at the exquisite dining table, enjoying her daily dinner. The table was full of delicacies and fragrance. Every dish was carefully prepared by the imperial chefs, striving to make it look good, fragrant and delicious.

However, this tranquility and luxury were torn apart by a sudden change in the next moment. Xie Chaochao opened her red lips and was about to taste a mouthful of the delicate fish soup when her fingertips accidentally touched a cold foreign object. She was moved slightly and slowly pulled the chopsticks out of her mouth. She saw a thin silver needle lying quietly in the snow-white porcelain bowl, forming a sharp and dazzling contrast with the colorful dishes around it.

Instantly, the entire palace seemed to be enveloped by an invisible chill. The maids and eunuchs standing on both sides suddenly changed their expressions, and like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves, they all knelt on the ground, kowtowed like crazy, begging for mercy and blaming themselves, their voices interweaving into a sea of ​​panic. Their figures stretched out in the flickering candlelight, looking both small and helpless, as if this sudden change was enough to shake the peace of the entire imperial city.

Xie Chaochao slowly raised her eyes from the silver needle and scanned the kneeling crowd. A hint of doubt and vigilance flashed across her clear eyes. She opened her red lips slightly, and her voice was soft but full of unquestionable majesty: "Who is so bold as to tamper with the imperial meal?" As she spoke, a rage that could not be ignored quietly rose up, like a volcano about to erupt, making the atmosphere of the entire palace even more solemn.

It was so quiet that only the rapid breathing of the crowd and the slight sound of clothes rubbing against the ground could be heard. Xie Chaochao knew that this was not just a matter of a silver needle, but a major event related to the dignity and safety of the royal family. She was thinking quickly in her mind that she had to thoroughly investigate the truth, but she couldn't let this matter alarm her father and mother, so as not to cause unnecessary panic and suspicion.

So, she slowly stood up, her sleeves fluttering, like an orchid blooming in the night, and walked out of the hall step by step, leaving behind a series of firm and deep footsteps.