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

"You...how could you do this to us!" Xie's mother's voice was trembling, and every word seemed to be torn out from the bottom of her heart. Her eyes were red, and tears were rolling in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to fall. At this moment, all the warmth and rationality seemed to be washed away by an invisible torrent, leaving only the most primitive emotions in a fierce collision.

Xie Chaochao was shocked by the sudden attack and took a few steps back, but she quickly stabilized her body. There was no evasion or fear in her eyes, only deep sorrow and complex emotions intertwined. She knew very well that this punch was not only her mother's anger towards her, but also a powerless accusation against this family and this blood relationship.

"Mother, I have my own reasons. Please believe that everything I have done is for the future of this family." Xie Chaochao's voice was low and firm. She tried to comfort her mother's wounded heart in her own way, but her words seemed so pale and powerless at this moment.

The guards around looked at each other, not knowing what to do. The atmosphere in the palace became even more tense and subtle, as if a storm was brewing silently.

Xie Chaochao, dressed in a simple palace dress, stood in front of the palace gate, her face as cold as frost, her eyes flashing with unquestionable determination. She opened her red lips slightly, her voice was not loud, but every word was clear, like ice cracking silk, and she issued an order to the guards beside her that could not be disobeyed: "Expel these rude people from the palace immediately, without any mistakes!"

The guards were shocked when they heard this, and then, like sharp arrows out of their sheaths, they quickly and orderly surrounded the man and woman whose clothes were a little messy and whose expressions were complicated, and pushed them out of the palace without any explanation. The air was filled with a tense feeling that was tense but quickly calmed down, as if a storm was about to come, but was gently smoothed out by an invisible hand in an instant.

The two were frightened by the guards' actions. They staggered and walked farther and farther away until they disappeared into the night, leaving behind only a string of complex and unspeakable whispers that echoed in front of the empty palace gate.

At this time, Chu Heng, dressed in a brocade robe, walked out slowly from the darkness. His face looked particularly gentle under the moonlight, but his eyes were filled with deep worry. He whispered to the eunuch beside him: "Go and get the imperial physician, Chaochao..." Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Xie Chaochao. She turned around, her eyes were like torches, and her tone was full of unquestionable stubbornness: "Chu Heng, no need. The scar on my face is just a profound lesson for me. It reminds me that as a member of the royal family, protecting dignity and principles is far more important than any ointment."

After saying that, Xie Chaozhao gently raised her hand and slid her fingertips across the shocking scar on her cheek, as if she was touching a precious work of art rather than the source of pain. A faint but resolute smile appeared on her face, which showed both the relief of the past and the fearless expectation for the future.

Chu Heng stood outside the threshold of the Xie family's old house, his figure stretched out in the dim lantern light, looking particularly resolute. He nodded slowly, with an indescribable determination and sadness in his action, as if he was drawing a heavy period to a long-forgotten past.

"Thank you, father and mother. You are really unworthy of being parents." Chu Heng's voice was deep and powerful. Every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting the air and the hearts of everyone present. His eyes were deep, as if he could see through the darkness and indifference in the deepest part of people's hearts. It was not only an accusation against the Xie couple, but also an accusation against all the negligent parents in the world.

Hearing this, Xie Chaochao walked out of the shadows, the moonlight outlining her thin and stubborn figure. A sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth, and there were too many emotions mixed in that smile - helplessness about the past, expectations for the future, and deep disappointment and anger towards the "parents" in front of her. "They? They have always been so excessive. I have long learned how to lick my wounds alone in this cold home." Although her voice was light, it was like a sharp blade, cutting through the silence of the night, making people shudder.

Xie Chaochao's eyes sparkled with an unyielding light. She recalled the days when she was ignored and criticized, and the emotions in her heart surged like a tidal wave. She clenched her fists, her nails deeply embedded in her palms, which were the marks of her inner struggle and resistance. She knew that she could no longer tolerate such a life, and could no longer let this heavy burden suffocate her.

"From now on, my fate, Xie Chaochao, will be determined by myself!" Her words were firm and powerful, as if she was announcing her rebirth to the world. The night breeze blew past, causing her hair to flutter gently. At that moment, she seemed to have been reborn and became a brand new person.

Chu Heng looked at Xie Chaochao in front of him, and an indescribable admiration and heartache surged in his heart. He knew that this seemingly weak woman had endless tenacity and courage in her heart. He stepped forward silently, stood shoulder to shoulder with her, and told her with his actions that she was not alone. The gate of Xie Mansion looked particularly quiet and desolate in the night. The mansion, which was once magnificent, is now shrouded in an ominous shadow. Xie Chaochao, the once powerful head of the family, is now standing on the highest pavilion in the mansion, his eyes as cold as frost, and a look of unquestionable determination on the corners of his mouth.

He opened his thin lips slightly, and although his voice was not loud, it seemed to carry an irresistible force as he issued the final order to the loyal but terrified servants: "From now on, search the Xie family. Every inch of land and every artifact must be seized and sealed up. I want this once glorious Xie family to become the dust of history."

The servants looked at each other in bewilderment, but could only tremble in agreement, and took action one after another, beginning an unprecedented family reckoning. In the brightly lit Xie Mansion, the laughter and joy of the past were replaced by heavy footsteps, and every item that carried the family's memories was silently deprived of its ownership, foreshadowing the end of the Xie family's glory.

After everything was settled, Xie Chaochao spoke again, his tone more fierce and resolute: "Drive all the Xie family members, regardless of age, to the city gate, let them wear coarse cloth, hold broken bowls in their hands, and experience the warmth and coldness of the world. Remember, anyone who dares to lend a helping hand is an enemy of me, Xie Chaochao, and will be severely punished!"

As soon as these words came out, the whole Xie Mansion and even the whole city were shocked. The next morning, when the first ray of sunlight penetrated the mist and shone on the city gate, an unprecedented scene appeared before the eyes of the world. The Xie family, who were once high and mighty, were now ragged, pale and thin, huddled under the city wall, begging for hope of survival from passers-by. There was both despair and unwillingness in their eyes, but more of it was the helpless acceptance of fate.