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

Deep in the magnificent imperial palace, the moonlight shines through the carved window lattices, sprinkling on the bluestone floor covered with dragon patterns, adding a bit of tranquility and mystery to this solemn palace. Xie Chaochao, the empress dressed in gorgeous clothes, wearing a phoenix crown, with eyes as sharp as cold stars, is sitting on the dragon throne, surrounded by an inviolable kingly aura. Her eyes, like a sharp sword that penetrates the thousand-year-old ice, coldly swept towards the two slightly cramped figures in front of the palace - her father, the former powerful official Xie Yuan, and her mother, the no longer gentle and complicated Lin Wanqing.

"Oh, you still have the nerve to step into this nine-story palace?" Xie Chaochao's voice was deep and magnetic, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth, with unspeakable resentment and disdain. Her sneer was like the coldest wind in winter, instantly freezing every bit of temperature in the air, making the entire hall seem like it was in an ice cellar.

Xie Yuan's smile seemed so stiff. His former dignity and confidence had long gone, replaced by an indescribable old age and fatigue. Lin Wanqing's eyes were filled with complex emotions, including guilt, heartache, and deep helplessness, as if she had thousands of words to say, but didn't know where to start.

"Chao Chao, we...we just want to see you." Xie Yuan finally mustered up the courage, his voice trembling slightly, trying to break the suffocating silence. However, as soon as he finished speaking, he received an even colder response from Xie Chao Chao.

"Look at me? Look at how I sit alone at the pinnacle of power, and how the daughter you once abandoned has walked step by step to where she is today?" Xie Chaochao's words were full of sarcasm and determination. There was no warmth in her eyes, only deep hatred for the past and an unwavering commitment to the future.

The atmosphere in the hall was extremely tense, and even the air seemed to freeze. Xie's father and mother turned even paler. They knew that no matter how they explained or apologized, they could not make up for the harm they had done to their daughter in the past. And Xie Chaochao, the empress who had already stood at the pinnacle of power, no longer had the word forgiveness in her heart.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still, leaving only Xie Chaochao's cold and firm voice, echoing in the empty hall, inspiring everyone present, and deeply touching the readers' hearts, making people moved by the empress's strength and determination. It is also the holy place where Xie Chaochao, the new empress, is about to be crowned. The wind, with a bit of coolness and solemnity, shuttles between the palace eaves, as if whispering the changes in history and the prologue to the future.

In the hall, the candlelight flickered, reflecting Xie Chaochao's cold and noble face. She was wearing an intricate and gorgeous dragon robe, and the dragon pattern embroidered with gold thread shone brightly under the candlelight. Every stitch and every thread seemed to contain endless power and majesty. At this moment, she was no longer the girl who silently endured under the shadow of her family, but the empress who was about to rule the world.

At this moment, a heavy cough broke the silence in the hall. It was Xie's father, a noble who was once powerful but now looked old. He walked slowly into the hall, and every step seemed to carry the heaviness of the past and the guilt of today. The moment his eyes touched Xie Chaochao, they became extremely complicated, with regret, expectation, and an indescribable fatherly love.

"Chao Chao," Xie's father's voice was low and hoarse, as if every word had exhausted all his strength, "I... came to congratulate you on your ascension to the throne. This country will eventually belong to you, to your wisdom and courage." A hint of pride flashed in his eyes, but was soon drowned by deeper guilt, "What happened in the past was our family's fault. We tried to restrain your wings and make you survive in the established framework, but we forgot that you should have been a phoenix soaring in the sky."

At this point, Xie's father paused, as if he was looking for the right words to express his apology. He took a deep breath and continued, "On behalf of the entire family, I apologize to you. We were wrong, so wrong. I hope you can forgive us and give us a chance to make up for our past mistakes."

However, facing this sudden apology, Xie Chaochao's face did not show the slightest emotion. Her eyes were still cold and deep, as if she could see through every corner of people's hearts. "Father Xie," she said slowly, her voice was soft but full of unquestionable power, "I cannot change the past, nor can I easily forgive it. But please remember, I did not take this position for revenge. I did it for the people of the world, for a more just and prosperous empire."

She paused for a moment, a trace of determination and firmness flashing in her eyes. "As for you, if you truly repent, please prove it with your actions. What I need is not a verbal apology, but for you to help me govern the country and protect every citizen on this land together."

After saying that, Xie Chaochao turned around, leaving her father with a proud and resolute back. Her steps were firm and powerful, and every step she took showed the momentum and demeanor that an empress should have. At this moment, she was no longer the girl bound by her family, but a true empress, a great leader who would lead the empire into a new era.

The lights were dim, but there was no trace of warmth. Only the atmosphere of tension and confrontation filled the empty hall.

Xie Chaochao, wearing a dragon robe, with golden silk threads flashing in the candlelight, showed unquestionable majesty. Her eyes were cold and deep, as if she could see through all the hypocrisy and betrayal in the world. Facing Xie's father and mother who were kneeling on the ground, with their faces full of expectation and anxiety, there was no ripple in her heart, only the complex emotions of years of resentment and helplessness.

"Father, mother, I feel unworthy of your apology." Xie Chaochao's voice was low and powerful, and every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of everyone present. "I never thought that one day I would stand in this position, and I never expected that this supreme power would become an insurmountable gap between us."

Upon hearing this, Xie's mother's face suddenly changed, anger and resentment burned in her eyes like a raging fire. "Is it so great to ascend the throne and become an empress? You are ungrateful to your parents! We worked so hard to raise you, but this is the outcome you get?" Her voice trembled, mixed with endless disappointment and anger, as if she wanted to pour out all the bitterness and difficulties of these years.