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

Xie Chaochao frowned slightly when she heard this, and a trace of barely perceptible worry flashed across her clear eyes. She knew that today's matter was of great importance, and it concerned the foundation of the country, and even more so the precarious trust between her and the emperor. But she also knew that she could not retreat at all at this moment, and had to face it all bravely.

"It's okay. Now that I'm here, there's no reason to retreat. You go and report it, and tell him that I have something important to discuss with you, concerning the safety of the country, and ask the emperor to meet with me." Although Xie Chaochao's voice was soft, it was firm and unquestionable.

The eunuch seemed to be shocked by the queen's calm demeanor when he heard this, and he quickly responded and hurriedly walked into the palace. Xie Chaochao was left alone, standing quietly outside the Yangxin Palace, looking at the tightly closed palace door, with mixed feelings in his heart.

At this moment in the Yangxin Palace, the emperor on the dragon throne was glaring with anger, holding a secret letter in his hand. It was an urgent report from the border, and every word was like a sharp blade, piercing his heart. However, at this moment of impending storm, he inexplicably felt a sense of anticipation, looking forward to the arrival of Empress Xie Chaochao. Perhaps, only she could light a bright lamp for him and guide him in this chaos.

As time passed, the atmosphere outside the Yangxin Palace became increasingly tense, but Xie Chaochao gradually gained unprecedented courage and determination. She knew that no matter how difficult the road ahead was, she had to persevere for the sake of the land she loved so much and for the country she and the emperor protected together.

Xie Chaochao stood in front of the vermilion gate with dragons and phoenixes carved on it, feeling mixed emotions. The afterglow of the setting sun slanted across the lintel, and the golden light intertwined with the intricate patterns on the door to create a brilliant scene, but it also reflected her furrowed brows and the fatigue in her eyes. She took a deep breath, as if to absorb the heaviness and depression in the palace into her chest, and then, slowly, with her slightly trembling hands, she pushed open the door to the pinnacle of power.

The creaking sound of the door hinges resounded in the empty palace, sounding particularly harsh, like a helpless sigh, telling the joys and sorrows of past emperors. Xie Chaochao stepped over the threshold, and every step seemed to be stepping on the dust of history. Those stories about the struggle for the throne and power struggles were like undercurrents, stirring up ripples in her heart.

As he entered the inner hall, he was overwhelmed by a depressing and dreary atmosphere. The flickering candlelight reflected the magnificent yet extremely desolate scene around him. The dragon throne was high above, standing alone in the center of the hall. The throne, which symbolized supreme power, was like a cold cage in Xie Chaochao's eyes, imprisoning the freedom and dreams of countless people.

She walked slowly towards the throne, each step seemed particularly heavy. Her father's appearance before his death emerged in her mind. He was a wise and powerful monarch, but he often sat alone on the throne in the dead of night, with unspeakable fatigue and loneliness in his eyes. Xie Chaochao couldn't help but feel a surge of sadness in her heart. She finally understood that being an emperor not only means owning the world, but also means taking on this heavy responsibility and shouldering the fate of the entire country.

Walking to the throne, Xie Chaochao gently stroked the dragon-carved armrests, and the cold touch made her shiver. She closed her eyes, as if she could hear her father's voice echoing in her ears: "Chaochao, this throne may seem glorious, but it is actually full of thorns. Are you ready?"

Are you ready? Xie Chaochao asked herself silently in her heart. She thought of the suffering of the people, the wars on the border, the open and secret struggles in the court... All of these were like a huge rock pressing on her heart, making her almost breathless. But she also knew that she had no way out.

Opening her eyes, Xie Chaochao's eyes flashed with determination and resoluteness. She slowly sat on the dragon throne. At that moment, it seemed as if countless eyes were watching her, with expectations, doubts, and indifference. But she was no longer afraid, because she knew that from today on, she would be the strongest guardian of this land. No matter how difficult the road ahead was, she would move forward to protect the land and people she loved so much.

Chu Heng waved his hand gently, signaling the maids and guards in the palace to retreat one by one. Their footsteps gradually dissipated in the empty hall, leaving only a faint echo, as if even the air had become solemn and quiet. He stood alone beside the dragon throne, looking a little lonely, with unknown fatigue and helplessness flashing in his deep eyes.

"Being an emperor is so tiring." Chu Heng murmured in a low voice, as if he was talking to the air, or as if he was pouring out the unknown pain deep in his heart. Although his voice was light, it carried an indescribable heaviness, like a heavy burden weighing on his heart, which made people feel sad.

He turned slowly, his eyes falling on the table piled with all kinds of documents. The papers were piled up like a mountain, and each one carried the fate of the country and the livelihood of the people. Chu Heng sighed lightly, walked to the table with heavy steps, and brushed the documents lightly with his fingers, as if he was touching the pulse of the entire empire.

"Come, come here." He called softly to the empty hall. Although he knew no one would answer, this habitual action revealed his deep desire for understanding and sharing. Then, as if he had made up his mind, he picked up the top document from the table and unfolded it carefully. It was an urgent report on the border war, and the words revealed the smoke and urgency of the war.

Chu Heng's eyes instantly became sharp and focused. He read word by word, frowning, with a bitter smile on his lips from time to time. This document was not only a test of his ability to govern the country, but also a test of his inner beliefs. He seemed to be able to see through the text the scene of frontier soldiers fighting bloody battles in the wind and sand, and hear the cries of the people who were displaced by the war.

"If it weren't for the people of this world, why would I trap myself in this golden cage?" Chu Heng thought to himself. The document in his hand seemed to be a symbol of the responsibility on his shoulders, heavy and hard for him to let go. His eyes wandered between the lines, sometimes thinking, sometimes sighing, the fatigue and helplessness in his heart became stronger, but it also strengthened his determination to protect this land.

At this moment, Chu Heng is no longer the high and unreachable emperor, but an ordinary person with flesh and blood and a heart for the world. His story is like a magnificent historical scroll, slowly unfolding.