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

Xie Chaochao's face was stern, and his eyes flashed with unquestionable determination. He gently stroked the slender silver needle in his hand, and the tip of the needle still had a cold light, as if it could pierce the silence of the night and the tranquility in his heart.

"Investigate this thoroughly and find out who is behind this!" Xie Chaochao's voice was deep and powerful, echoing in the empty imperial study. Every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of everyone present. He knew very well that this was not just a matter of a needle, but also a provocation to the imperial power and a serious threat to his personal safety.

As the imperial edict was issued, the entire palace seemed to be shrouded in an invisible net, with spies and guards shuttling back and forth, not letting go of any subtle clues. Time passed like flowing water, and finally, an astonishing news exploded like thunder - the mastermind behind this conspiracy was the gentle and virtuous, but secretive queen of the old dynasty.

The moment he learned the truth, a complex emotion flashed across Xie Chaochao's eyes. Was it shock, anger, or a subtle sadness? He was silent for a moment, then ordered: "Let her come to see me. I want to ask her personally."

The moon was at its zenith, and the palace gate slowly opened. The queen, dressed in plain clothes, walked into the palace under the guidance of the guards. Her steps were light, but she could not hide her fatigue. Her eyes flashed with the former glory, but also a little more vicissitudes. The candlelight in the palace flickered, reflecting the figures of the two people confronting each other. The air seemed to freeze, leaving only the sound of breathing and the occasional sound of clothes rubbing against each other.

"Why did you do this?" Xie Chaochao's voice echoed in the empty hall, with some unspeakable pain. He looked at the elder in front of him who he once respected, but now became an enemy he had to face.

The queen smiled slightly, and that smile hid too many unfinished stories and helplessness. "Chao Chao, the struggle for power has been so cruel since ancient times. I just want to preserve a trace of blood for the old dynasty and seek justice for those innocent lives that have passed away." Her voice was gentle and firm, and every word was like a heavy hammer, knocking on Xie Chaochao's heart.

However, Xie Chaochao knew that under the imperial power, there was no room for personal feelings. He slowly stood up, his eyes sharp, "I can understand your reasons, but I cannot accept them. As an emperor, I must maintain order and peace in this world. You must pay the price for this."

Deep in the deep and solemn palace, the moonlight penetrated the complicated window lattices and sprinkled on the old queen's face, which had been through many hardships but was still gentle. Her smile was like the last winter plum blossom blooming, with a bit of sadness and determination, and she whispered softly: "I have no regrets in death, this life is enough." Those words, like a ballad from ancient times, echoed in the empty palace, with endless vicissitudes and relief.

Xie Chaochao's heart was filled with emotions. She walked forward slowly, with doubt and sympathy in her eyes, and asked softly, "My queen, do you really think that all the sacrifices and waiting for the emperor who died young are worth it?" Her voice echoed in the empty hall, as if trying to penetrate the mist of time and explore the dusty secret.

When the old queen heard this, a gentle light flashed in her eyes, as if she had returned to those youthful and passionate years. "It's worth it," she said slowly, and every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting Xie Chaochao's heart, "To him, I am his wife, and his last concern in this world. And I am also willing to tie my whole life, my joys and sorrows, to him. Even if he died early, his deep affection is enough for me to have no regrets in this life."

As she spoke, the old queen slowly stood up. Although her steps were unsteady, she showed an indescribable dignity and tenacity. She led Xie Chaochao through a series of yellowed paintings, each of which recorded every bit of their past - the peach blossom rain they enjoyed together in the spring, the stars they looked up at side by side in the summer night, the maple forest they walked hand in hand in the autumn wind, and the warmth they kept each other warm under the winter snow. Every scene was like a sharp knife engraving, deeply imprinted in her memory.

"Look," the old queen gently stroked the face of the person in the painting, tears flashing in her eyes, "These memories are more precious than any gold, silver or jewelry. They give me the courage to live, and they are also the source of my death without regrets. In this deep palace, although I have lost my freedom, I have gained his full love and respect. This love is heavier than Mount Tai and deeper than the sea. How can I say it is not worth it?"

Xie Chaochao listened, and her heart was filled with unprecedented emotion and shock. She seemed to be able to see through the eyes of the old queen, and see the love legend that transcended life and death and time. At this moment, she understood that true love has nothing to do with status, life and death, but only with the determination and courage to give everything for the other person.

The old queen, a woman who was no longer as charming but still had a noble temperament, stood in front of the carved window lattice, gazing at the starry sky in the distance that seemed within reach, with a complex and indistinguishable light flashing in her eyes.

"It's not worth it," she whispered softly, as if she was lamenting to herself and the endless sacrifices in these long years. Although her voice was soft, it echoed in the empty palace, with a hint of imperceptible determination and helplessness. The old queen knew that the decision would completely change the fate of all of them, but the chains of fate had already been tightly linked and could not be broken.

"However, if he returns, this magnificent cage will lose its last bit of warmth," she continued to mutter to herself, turning to look at the huge bronze mirror. Her increasingly aged but still resolute face was reflected in the mirror. "How can we, the shadows who depend on his glory to survive, live alone? In this vortex of power and conspiracy, our lives are no longer our own."

Thinking of this, a gleam of determination flashed in the old queen's eyes. She slowly walked down the stairs, each step seemed extremely heavy, but also extremely firm. She came to the heavy iron door leading to the secret room, where a secret was imprisoned, a secret that she cherished like a treasure - Xie Chaochao, a girl with an innocent smile and an unyielding soul. She was originally a ray of light in this dark world, but because of the trick of fate, she was forced to share the same fate with them.

"In this case, why don't we sink together?" The old queen muttered to herself, and then pushed open the heavy iron door with trembling hands. The door hinge made a harsh creaking sound, which was particularly harsh in the silent palace, as if it was a call from hell.

Behind the door, Xie Chaochao huddled in a corner, her bright eyes full of fear and curiosity about the unknown. When her eyes met the old queen's, two completely different forces collided in the air, causing ripples. The old queen said nothing, but stretched out her hand to her. The hands that had experienced vicissitudes of life were unusually warm and powerful at this moment.