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

However, Xie Chaochao just shook her head slightly, with a barely perceptible sadness in her eyes. "Mother, you are wrong. This throne is a responsibility and a burden to me, not an honor. I have never thought of using it to show off or change anything. However, once you set foot on some roads, you can never turn back. The connection between us is no longer a simple blood relationship, but a complex network of power, responsibility, and even hatred."

She walked down the stairs slowly, each step seemed extremely heavy, as if she was carrying the weight of the world. "I admit that I have resentment and hatred in my heart. But more than that, I am confused and uneasy about the future. I hope you can understand that every decision I make is to better protect this land and my people, including... you."

After saying this, Xie Chaochao turned around and was about to leave, but he paused involuntarily, his back looking particularly lonely and resolute. "Please go back, parents. Perhaps one day, when we can let go of the past and face each other with a purer heart, we can regain the long-lost family affection."

Her face was pale, her eyes were full of anger and despair. Her words were like sharp ice blades in winter, piercing the air and striking the hearts of everyone present: "How could my son be so absurd! He actually wanted to hand over this vast country to a person of an outsider!" After saying that, she was no longer able to support herself, her body softened, and she sat heavily on the cold stone steps. Tears fell silently like broken pearls, soaking her luxurious robes and the hearts of those around her.

The hall was so quiet that only the Queen Mother's sobbing and the occasional rustling of her robes could be heard. The ministers looked at each other, some with frowns, some with flickering eyes, and whispered like insects chirping in the summer grass, subtle but continuous. "What kind of incident is this?" "Your Majesty, this move will probably chill the hearts of the subjects of the world!" The discussion was mixed with anxiety and confusion.

However, in this turmoil, Xie Chaochao, the young woman who ascended the throne as the empress, seemed to be on the sidelines. She wore a dragon robe and a phoenix crown, with a stern face and a look of calmness and determination beyond her age. She was not shaken by her mother's collapse, nor did she respond to the ministers' whispers. She just stood there quietly, watching everything with cold eyes, like a lone king overlooking all living beings.

The moonlight shines through the window lattice onto her resolute face, adding a bit of inviolable majesty to her. Her heart may be surging with stormy waves, but her face is calm, and her cold eyes silently convey her determination and persistence. At this moment, she is no longer the little girl who needs her mother's protection, but the supreme ruler of this land. Every decision she makes will affect the future of this country.

"Mother, everything I do is for the long-term peace and stability of my great country." Xie Chaochao finally spoke. Although his voice was soft, it was clearly heard throughout the hall. It was as if there was an invisible force that stopped everyone's discussion. "I have made up my mind. I hope that mother and the nobles can understand and support me." After that, she turned and left, leaving behind a resolute and lonely back, as well as shock and contemplation in the hall. Xie Chaochao, wearing a dragon robe, stood alone on the pavilion of the imperial garden, with a deep gaze, as if he could penetrate the heavy night and look directly into the darkest corners of people's hearts. Although his voice was soft, it carried unquestionable majesty, slowly spreading in the quiet night sky.

"My words are out, and they cannot be taken back." Xie Chaochao sighed softly, with a hint of helplessness and determination in his tone. "If you ministers continue to be dissatisfied with my ascension to the throne and make trouble, it will only cause unnecessary disturbances, which will be of no benefit to the country and even more harmful to the people." His words showed a deep insight into the current situation and deep expectations for his ministers.

It has only been a few days since he ascended the throne. For him, this magnificent Forbidden City is both the pinnacle of glory and the starting point of loneliness. Xie Chaochao knows that he carries the fate of the entire country on his shoulders, not the gains and losses of personal emotions. He never expected to immediately win the heartfelt support of all ministers in this ever-changing power transition. After all, human hearts are like the sea, unfathomable, and he is just a small boat, struggling forward in the turbulent waves.

"Although I am young, I am not an ignorant child." His words revealed a power that should not be underestimated. "I know that governing the world is not a task that can be accomplished overnight, and it is not something that can be accomplished by one's own strength alone. I am willing to treat you with sincerity, and I hope that you can also put state affairs first and work together to make great plans, so as not to disappoint my expectations and the expectations of the people."

Xie Chaochao's eyes sparkled with an unyielding light, as if he had foreseen the difficulties and challenges ahead, but more importantly, he had a vision and determination for the future. He knew that only through his own efforts and wisdom could he truly win the respect and trust of the ministers and lead the country towards a more prosperous future.

As the night fell, Chu Heng's figure stretched out in the dim candlelight. He stood in the middle of the hall, his face stern, his eyes flashing with unquestionable determination. The air around him seemed to freeze, and every breath was particularly clear. He spoke slowly, his voice low and powerful, and every word was like an ice cone, piercing the heart: "Thank you, father, thank you, mother, I will give you one last chance, leave on your own, don't make the situation embarrassing."

Before he finished speaking, a cold smile inadvertently appeared on the corner of his mouth. There was a bit of sarcasm and helplessness in that smile, as if he was sympathizing with the ignorance of the parents in front of him. This smile added a bit of chill in the dim light, making everyone present shiver involuntarily.

Upon hearing this, Xie's father's face suddenly changed. His anger erupted like a volcano. His beard trembled and his eyes widened as if they were about to spit out flames. "Xie Chaochao! You unfilial daughter!" He roared, his voice shaking the roof beams. "Now that you sit on the cold dragon throne and become the empress above all others, you dare to treat your own parents like this? You are so ungrateful. Heaven cannot forgive you!"

Tears welled up in Xie's mother's eyes. She held Xie's father's hand tightly, trying to calm his anger, but her voice was choked with sobs: "Chao Chao, we...we are just worried about you, how could you do this..."

Chu Heng's eyes became even colder. He raised his hand and made a gesture. Suddenly, there were sounds of armor colliding outside the door. A team of guards appeared outside the hall quietly, in uniform and imposing. This sudden change made Xie's father and mother turn pale in an instant.