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

As her words fell, the whispers and praises of those outstanding women in the long river of history seemed to echo around her, converging into an irresistible force that stirred everyone's heart. Xie Chaochao, with her wisdom and courage, once again proved that women can also hold up the sky and make the world more colorful because of their existence.

In the ever-changing frontier of the empire, the night was as dark as ink, the stars were hidden, and an undercurrent that determined the fate of the dynasty was quietly surging. Inside the tent, the candlelight flickered, reflecting the solemn and determined faces. In the center, General Chu Heng stood tall and straight, like a mountain, his eyes flashed with unyielding and determination, as if he could penetrate the heavy night and look directly at the unknown tomorrow.

The enemy leader, a man with a sinister face and wearing heavy armor, had a scornful smile on his lips. He spoke slowly, his words full of adherence to and contempt for ancient customs: "A woman as an emperor? This is ridiculous! How can our people bow to such a ridiculous thing!" After that, he looked around, as if looking for resonance, but saw only silence and indifference.

General Chu Heng heard this, his eyes flashed with cold light, and veins popped on the handle of his tightly gripped sword, which was a sign of anger at injustice and prejudice, and a sign of perseverance in his beliefs. In the astonished eyes of the crowd, he suddenly took a step forward, his figure was as fast as the wind, and the sword flashed, like lightning that cut through the night sky, accurately piercing through the enemy leader's heavy shoulder armor, leaving a shocking blood mark.

"Shut up!" Chu Heng's voice was deep and powerful, and every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart. "Times are changing, and people's hearts are not something that can be influenced by your words alone. She has won the support of the people with her wisdom, courage, and benevolence, and is the leader we are all loyal to until death. If you dare to speak rudely again, this knife will show no mercy!"

The blood dripped slowly along the blade and fell on the cold ground, making a crisp sound, interweaving with the sound of the wind outside the tent into an exciting war song. The enemy leader's face turned pale instantly. He looked at the brave and fearless general in front of him and the soldiers behind him with equally determined eyes in disbelief, and an unprecedented chill rose from the bottom of his heart.

The air around them seemed to freeze, and every breath seemed unusually heavy. At this moment, General Chu Heng not only defended the dignity of a woman, but also spoke for all souls bound by tradition and yearning for freedom and equality. His action was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, stirring up ripples and making people's hearts surge. The fire of hope for the future was quietly ignited in everyone's heart.

The wind was cold and the smoke was still lingering on the battlefield. The setting sun was like blood, illuminating Xie Chaochao's resolute face. He stood alone in front of the two armies, with his own soldiers' tense nerves and expectant eyes behind him, and in front of him was the enemy leader's sinister eyes, as if he could swallow up all light and hope.

Xie Chaochao slowly turned around, his eyes piercing through the heavy weapons, staring directly at the enemy leader, his eyes flashing with the light of indomitable spirit and wisdom. His voice was not loud, but it clearly penetrated the hustle and bustle of the battlefield, and every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart: "I, Xie Chaochao, am willing to use my own strength to exchange for peace between the two countries today. If you really have a heart for the people, you should know the suffering of war and the sorrow of the people. I say here, if you are willing to order an end to this meaningless dispute, I am willing to be a messenger of peace, return alone, and let the two countries return to peace."

The enemy leader's face changed slightly when he heard this, and the soldiers around him also whispered and talked. This war has lasted for several months, both sides have suffered heavy casualties, the people have been displaced, and the dawn of peace seems out of reach. At this moment, Xie Chaochao's words are like a clear spring, moistening the long-dried heart.

"Humph, do you think you can put an end to the war with just your words?" The enemy leader sneered, but there was a hint of hesitation in his eyes. Seeing this, Xie Chaochao secretly calculated in his heart and continued to persuade him with reason: "I am not forcing you with words, but I am sincere. War is not the solution. Only peace can allow the people of both countries to live and work in peace and share the prosperity. If you are willing to leave a foundation of peace for future generations, now is the best time."

After saying this, Xie Chaochao straightened his back, his eyes were like torches, as if he had seen the dawn of peace shining ahead. The air around him seemed to freeze, and everyone's eyes were focused on him, waiting for the enemy leader's decision.

At this time, a gust of wind blew, bringing with it the tranquility and hope from afar. The enemy leader was silent for a long time, and finally spoke slowly: "Okay, I promise you. Give the order immediately, and the whole army will withdraw, and the two countries will stop fighting and make peace from now on."

As soon as he finished speaking, cheers broke out on the battlefield. Soldiers laid down their weapons, hugged each other, and celebrated the hard-won peace. Xie Chaochao also smiled for the first time in a long time. He knew that at this moment, he was not only a soldier, but also a messenger of peace. With his courage and wisdom, he brought the dawn of hope to the people of the two countries.

On that ancient land gently caressed by the wind and frost of history, the smoke of the years-long war between the two countries finally slowly dissipated in the gentleness of the dawn. Xie Chaochao, a monarch known for his benevolence, stood on the towering city wall, looking through the overlapping mountains in the distance, looking at the land that was once ravaged by war. What surged in his heart was not only the joy of victory, but also a deep desire and cherishment for peace.

He slowly raised his hand, and that gesture was like a gentle spring breeze, instantly calming the tense atmosphere around him. With his order, the heavy city gate slowly opened, and the sunlight shone through the gap, shining on the enemy leader who was about to step out of the city gate. This former enemy seemed unusually calm at this moment, with complex emotions flashing in his eyes - both a calm acceptance of failure and a faint worry about the unknown future.

At this critical moment, Chu Heng, a brave and wise general, volunteered to personally escort his former rival back to his territory. His figure was as tall as a pine tree, and his eyes were firm and deep, as if he could see through all the conspiracies and tricks in the world. The appearance of Chu Heng was not only the best interpretation of Xie Chaochao's benevolent rule, but also a symbol of trust and reconciliation between the two countries.

With the sound of crisp horse hooves, Chu Heng and the enemy leader walked side by side and set off on their way home. Along the way, people came out of their homes, some stopped to watch, some whispered, but more often they looked at them with admiration and gratitude. They knew that this escort was not only physical safety, but also a bridge of the soul, connecting two countries that were once hostile but now longed for peaceful coexistence.