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

Xie Chaochao stood in the place where light and shadow intersected, the breeze gently blew her long smooth hair, as if even the wind was moved, gently circling around her. Her eyes were firm and gentle, facing the expectant and hesitant pursuer in front of her, she gently opened her lips, with unquestionable determination and tenderness in her voice: "No, thank you for your kindness. My heart has already found a home."

Before she finished speaking, a faint sweetness and relief seemed to spread in the air. This rejection did not show any indifference or alienation, but instead revealed a firm determination to be loyal to love. Behind her, Chu Heng stood quietly, the moonlight outlined his tall figure, and his deep eyes were shining with an unprecedented light at this moment - it was the feeling of being deeply understood and cherished, and the joy of having love responded.

Chu Heng had never expected that Xie Chaochao would express his feelings so directly and affectionately at this ordinary moment. It was as if a stone had been thrown into the lake of his heart, causing ripples, each of which carried endless love and gratitude for Xie Chaochao. He walked forward slowly, with a subtle tremor in his steps, which was proof that happiness was about to overflow his heart.

"Chao Chao," he called softly, his voice full of tenderness and cherishment, "Every word you say is like the brightest star in the night sky, lighting up my entire world. I never thought that I would be lucky enough to be the only one in your heart. I will use everything I have to protect and cherish this love."

The two people's eyes met at this moment, as if the whole world stopped. All the hustle and bustle around disappeared, leaving only the warmth and sweetness of two hearts tightly attached to each other. Under the moonlight, their shadows stretched out and intertwined, just like their fate that was tightly connected at this moment, inseparable. A subtle dialogue about power and self-selection quietly took place in the quiet imperial study. The moonlight shone through the carved window lattices and sprinkled on the floor covered with dragon-patterned carpets, adding an indescribable tenderness to this solemn space.

The minister, an old man with white hair and beard and deep eyes, walked slowly into the imperial study, his steps were filled with a bit of solemnity and awe. He lifted his clothes slightly, knelt on the ground, and said in a low and powerful voice: "Your Majesty, since ancient times, the emperor has three thousand beauties in the harem, which not only continues the royal bloodline, but also symbolizes the emperor's great grace. May I ask your majesty, why don't you follow the example of the predecessors and select concubines, so that the harem can also bloom with a hundred flowers and a garden full of spring colors?"

After he finished speaking, the hall was completely silent, with only the occasional whisper of the night wind coming from the window. Empress Xie Chaochao, sitting on the dragon throne, was dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, majestic yet gentle, with a heroic spirit and determination beyond her gender between her eyebrows. She gently raised her hand, tapping the armrest with her fingertips, as if she was thinking about some profound meaning.

"My dear minister, what you said makes sense, but," the empress's voice was clear and firm, like a ray of dawn in the cold night, piercing through all the haze, "I, Xie Chaochao, was born in the royal family and raised in the court. I have known the heavy responsibility on my shoulders since I was a child. But I think that the responsibility of an emperor is not only to inherit the bloodline, but also to govern the country and ensure that the people live and work in peace and prosperity. As for the affairs of the harem, to me, they are just passing clouds, not what I want."

She leaned slightly to one side, her eyes penetrating the palace walls, as if she could see the distant folk life, her heart surging with deep love and responsibility for this land. "I don't need to pass on my family line to consolidate my imperial power, because I believe that true ruling power comes from the will of the people, not from blood. I am willing to use my own strength to break the shackles of the ages, and let the world know that women can also stand tall and govern the country, just as well as men."

The minister was shocked when he heard this, and a trace of admiration and relief flashed in his eyes. He slowly stood up and bowed again: "Your Majesty has a far-sighted vision, and I admire you very much. May your Majesty be healthy and bless the people.

As night fell, the lights of the palace swayed in the breeze, reflecting an imperceptible warmth in the hall. As the footsteps of the last minister faded away, the heavy palace door slowly closed, isolating the noise from the outside world. Chu Heng, the emperor with both majesty and tenderness, stepped down from the high platform lightly, walked through the empty and solemn hall, his eyes as gentle as water, and walked straight towards the woman standing quietly in the moonlight - Xie Chaochao.

Her figure seemed particularly weak and tough in the night, like a white lotus that had experienced wind and rain but still bloomed proudly. Chu Heng approached slowly, and every step seemed to step on the heartstrings, stirring up layers of ripples. Finally, he came in front of her, without saying a word, but gently opened his arms and hugged Xie Chaochao tightly in his arms. At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and all the grievances, hatreds, and power struggles turned into nothingness at this moment.

"Chao Chao," Chu Heng's voice was low and magnetic, echoing in the quiet palace, "Now that the overall situation has been decided, have you ever thought about what your plans are for the rest of your life?" There was both inquiry and some imperceptible expectations in his tone.

Xie Chaochao raised her head slightly. Under the moonlight, her eyes were clear and deep, as if she could see into the deepest secrets of people's hearts. She smiled gently, and that smile was like the warmest sunshine in spring, instantly dispelling the chill around her. "Your Majesty," she said softly, her voice soft but firm, "I once thought that my life would be spent in revenge and hatred, but after going through so much, I understand that true power lies not in revenge, but in forgiveness. I am willing to spend the rest of my life forgiving the world, so that every corner of this land will be filled with peace and hope."

Chu Heng was deeply moved and admired when he heard this. He held Xie Chaochao's hand tightly, as if he wanted to engrave this determination and courage in his heart forever. "Chaochao, your heart is broader than the world. From now on, no matter where you go, I will be your strongest support. Let us join hands and create a world without hatred, only love."

After the words fell, the two looked at each other and smiled, that smile showed both the vision for the future and the unwavering trust in each other. The night wind blew away all the fatigue and sadness, leaving only two hearts tightly attached to each other, and under the witness of the stars, they made an eternal vow.

The two of them just looked at each other without saying anything.

But both of them knew that their hearts towards each other would not change. Love is love, and not love is not love. Xie Chaochao liked the young general and said in the last life that he would repay him, so he must complete this task in this life.

Otherwise...how terrible it would be.

If my past life self knew this, I would have died with regrets.