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

Hearing this, Xie Chaochao paused for a moment with the silver chopsticks in her hand, and then she regained her composure. She looked up at Chu Heng, her eyes flashing with a different light than usual, a kind of emotion that transcended the mundane, profound and tolerant. "Your Majesty, I think that the affairs of the harem are just a part of the scenery in the palace. If the country is peaceful and the people are safe, Your Majesty has his own thoughts. Why should you care about these false names and profits?" Her words were gentle but firm, like a breeze that brushed away the haze in Chu Heng's heart.

"Chao Chao, you..." Chu Heng was surprised by her open-mindedness and understanding, and didn't know how to respond for a moment. He knew very well that it was rare to have such a confidante in this deep palace. Her "indifference" did not mean that she really didn't care, but her unconditional trust and support for him, which was the best interpretation of the deep feelings between them.

Chu Heng was sitting by the bed at the moment, his eyes as gentle as water, staring at his weak but tough wife, Xie Chaochao. Her face was even more gentle under the dim candlelight, and although there were unshed tears in her eyes, they also flashed with the light of perseverance and expectation.

Chu Heng gently held Xie Chaochao's hands. Her hands were slightly swollen due to the hard work during pregnancy, but they were still warm and soft. His voice was low and full of magnetism, like the gentlest wind in a spring night, slowly blowing away the haze in Xie Chaochao's heart: "Chaochao, don't be afraid. When our child is born, all the ups and downs in the world will be calm. I promise you that the throne of the emperor should be the glory of your family. At that time, I will return it to you personally, and let your name shine again in the history of the Great Xia Dynasty."

A flash of surprise flashed across Xie Chaochao's eyes, and then turned into deep emotion. She knew very well that this was not just a man's promise, but also his firmness and persistence in her and this relationship. She gently leaned against Chu Heng's chest, feeling his strong heartbeat, as if she could draw endless strength and courage from it. "Heng, with you by my side, I am not afraid of anything. Although the throne is important, it is not as important as the love between you and me. I only hope that our child can be born safely and witness the beauty and peace of this world."

Outside the window, the night deepened and everything was silent, but the bedroom was filled with an indescribable warmth and determination. Chu Heng and Xie Chaochao smiled at each other, and that smile showed both infinite longing for the future and deep trust and reliance on each other. They knew that no matter how bumpy the road ahead was, as long as the two of them went forward hand in hand, nothing would be impossible.

Behind the scenes, a contest of power, love and responsibility is quietly unfolding. Inside and outside the palace, undercurrents are surging, and various forces are ready to move. However, all this cannot shake the determination of Chu Heng and Xie Chaochao. They are like two ancient trees clinging to each other in a storm. Xie Chaochao, wearing a simple and elegant moon-white robe, stands on the top of the palace. The breeze blows, and her clothes flutter, as if she can ride the wind at any time and transcend the shackles of this world.

Her eyes were deep and complex, looking into the distance, where there was an endless sky, and also the unspeakable freedom in her heart. "The position of the empress, with overwhelming power and the attention of all, is like a shackle for me, binding my wings and preventing my soul from soaring." Xie Chaochao whispered softly, and although her voice was soft, every word was clear, revealing an unquestionable firmness.

As she turned around, her eyes met Chu Heng's. Chu Heng, the man who had fought side by side with her and experienced countless hardships together, was standing quietly not far away, dressed in a black robe, with an upright posture and a gleam of understanding and tenderness in his eyes. The air between the two seemed to solidify, and time became slow and long at this moment.

"Chao Chao, do you know how many people in this world dream of the supreme position, but you want to keep them out?" Chu Heng's voice was low and magnetic, with a hint of bitterness that was barely noticeable. He approached slowly, and every step seemed to step on the lake of their hearts, stirring up ripples.

Xie Chaochao smiled slightly, with both relief and reluctance in her smile. She reached out her hand and gently stroked Chu Heng's cheek, her fingertips conveying endless tenderness and trust. "Heng, the prosperity and power in this world are not as important to me as knowing and staying with you. If you wish, I am willing to give up this vast country, and I only wish to join hands with you to enjoy the rolling clouds and the long flow of water."

Chu Heng's eyes flashed with emotion, and he held Xie Chaochao's hand tightly. The two of them looked particularly harmonious and beautiful under the moonlight. "Chaochao, how could I not know what you mean? If your heart is not set on this position, then I will take on this burden, hold up a sky for you, let you bloom in freedom, and I am willing to be your eternal protector."

After that, the two smiled at each other, and all the words turned into a tacit understanding that did not need to be said at this moment. They hugged each other tightly, as if they wanted to integrate each other into their bones. At this moment, whether it was the hustle and bustle of the palace or the disputes in the world, they all seemed so far away and insignificant. In their world, there was only each other's warmth and firmness, and the love that surpassed everything.

Chu Heng, dressed in a brocade robe embroidered with dark golden dragon patterns, stood in the center of the hall where candlelight flickered. Complex emotions flickered in his deep eyes, as if he could see into the deepest secrets of people's hearts.

He turned slowly, his eyes fell on Xie Chaochao with gentleness but dignity. Xie Chaochao, wearing a simple and elegant palace dress, with long hair like a waterfall, gently falling on her shoulders, her face was delicate but with a toughness that could not be ignored. She stood there, like a winter plum blossom that still bloomed proudly in the wind and rain, although weak, but revealing an unyielding pride.

"Chao Chao, do you know how many people in this world dream of sitting on the supreme throne of empress? Why do you refuse?" Chu Heng's voice was low and magnetic, and every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting the surrounding air and also hitting Xie Chaochao's heart.

Xie Chaochao gently raised her hand and stroked her still flat belly, with a hint of tenderness and helplessness in her eyes. She slowly spoke, her voice soft but firm: "Chu Heng, you know my personality, I don't like power struggles. Now that I'm pregnant with our child, this sudden joy and responsibility makes it even harder for me to imagine how I can sit on that cold throne, facing endless disputes and calculations day after day."

At this point, her eyes were slightly red, but her strength remained unchanged. "I know this decision will disappoint you, and may even attract criticism from both the government and the public, but my heart has long been filled with this little life. I would rather be an ordinary mother, watching over him (her) and letting him (her) grow up safely, rather than being bound by the heavy crown and enduring suffering that does not belong to me."