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

What they saw along the way were both bustling cities with dim lights and dilapidated remote areas, and each one deeply touched their hearts.

During their visits, Chu Heng and Xie Chaochao witnessed firsthand the hardships and difficulties faced by the people. From the hard work in the fields to the gossips in the streets, every story filled them with compassion and strengthened their determination to seek benefits for the people.

They not only listened to the people's demands, but also personally participated in solving problems, whether mediating neighborhood disputes or helping disaster victims rebuild their homes, Chu Heng and Xie Chaochao always appeared where they were most needed. Their actions, like a warm current, warmed countless people.

The Emperor Chu Heng's foot injury, under the careful care of the old doctor who lived in seclusion in the mountains, miraculously improved a lot. The ankle, which was swollen and almost unable to walk due to the accident, can now bend slightly, revealing the dawn of recovery. This is not only good news in the palace, but also good news in the hearts of the people of the entire capital, because their monarch, the emperor who always puts the people first, can finally step into the people in person again, listen to the people's sufferings, and solve their problems.

In the early morning, Chu Heng put on a carefully prepared civilian outfit. It was an ordinary blue cloth shirt, which looked particularly rustic after being washed to a pale color. He carefully tied up his long hair and fixed it with an inconspicuous bamboo hairpin. He even smeared some special ointment on his face, making his originally heroic face look ordinary, as if he was just a scholar that could be seen everywhere on the streets of Beijing.

After dressing up, Chu Heng took a deep breath of fresh air, his heart filled with curiosity and anticipation for the unknown world. He knew that the purpose of his trip was not only to test the customs of the capital, but also to personally experience the real life of the people and find the hidden dangers and injustices hidden behind the prosperity.

The moment he stepped out of the palace gate, Chu Heng seemed to be reborn, from a high and mighty emperor to an imperial envoy on a secret visit. He strolled on the bustling streets, hearing the cries of vendors, the laughter of children, and the occasional chats in the teahouse. All of this was familiar and strange to him. The familiarity was the atmosphere of fireworks, and the strangeness was his identity and perspective at the moment.

He walked into a simple noodle shop and sat down in a corner. The waiter came up to him warmly, wiped the table with a rag, and asked, "Sir, would you like a bowl of hot noodle soup?" Chu Heng smiled and nodded, but in his heart he was thinking about how to get a glimpse of the living conditions of the people in the capital from this most basic livelihood diet.

The noodles were served, steaming hot. Chu Heng savored them slowly, paying attention to the whispers of the diners around him. Some talked about this year's harvest, some complained about the heavy taxes, and some shared interesting stories among their neighbors. These trivial conversations, like vivid paintings, slowly unfolded in front of Chu Heng's eyes, giving him a deeper understanding of the true appearance of the capital.

After dinner, Chu Heng continued his exploration journey, walking through the streets and alleys, sometimes stopping to chat with the old man who was setting up a stall, and sometimes walking into a teahouse to drink tea and discuss with the tea drinkers. Wherever he went, he tried to integrate himself into the place, carefully feeling every detail, trying to capture the pulse of the capital's atmosphere from the subtleties.

Unexpectedly, such a heinous crime was hidden in this prosperous place of the capital. As night fell, outrageous news spread in the streets and alleys - the son of an important official in the court took advantage of the national crisis to make a lot of money, and his means were so bad that it was outrageous.

On a dark night with strong winds, luxurious carriages shuttled through the streets and alleys of the capital, loaded with gold and silver treasures plundered from the people. Every thump of the horses' hooves seemed to hit the hearts of innocent people. The sons of the ministers, dressed in brocade and gorgeous clothes, had smug smiles on their faces, as if they were in a grand celebration, not a critical moment for the country.

The lives of the people were plunged into dire straits. In the market, the price of rice soared, and the once cheap and good food became a luxury; in the streets and alleys, children and old people in ragged clothes, with pale faces and thin bodies could be seen everywhere, with despair flashing in their eyes, praying to God for a glimmer of life. What's worse, for a bite of food, they would take risks and embark on the road of breaking the law and committing crimes. The whole capital was shrouded in a haze.

Emperor Chu Heng was furious when he learned about this. He sat in the magnificent palace, holding the memorial in his hand as if it weighed a thousand pounds. Every page he turned was a profound revelation of the greed and ugliness of human nature. Chu Heng's brows were furrowed, and his eyes were like torches, as if they could penetrate the layers of fog and look directly into the depths of the souls of those greedy people. He angrily slapped the armrests of the dragon throne, and the sound echoed in the empty hall, shocking people like thunder: "How can my country tolerate such a parasite!"

The entire court was shaken, and the ministers bowed their heads, not daring to look directly at the emperor's anger. The air was filled with tension and anxiety, as if a storm was about to come, sweeping away the filth in the capital. And at the center of this storm was the emperor Chu Heng, who was determined to punish these parasites with an iron fist and return a bright and peaceful world to the people.

In a corner of the capital city where prosperity and bustle interweave, the morning light just breaks, and the golden light falls on the bluestone slabs, covering this ancient city with a mysterious and solemn veil. The emperor, the monarch who holds the world and has great power, today abandoned his dragon robe and jade belt, and put on a coarse cloth dress, a bamboo hat, and straw sandals, just like an ordinary citizen, quietly blending into the bustling market.

His purpose was not to experience the suffering of the people, nor was it a game that was just for fun, but he had a secret plan in mind - he wanted to personally uncover the truth behind the prosperity, especially the issue of the price of daily necessities. Recently, people in the court and the public were talking about the fact that people's lives were becoming increasingly difficult, and prices were soaring, especially for vegetables and fruits, which were shockingly high. The emperor decided to visit the people in person to find the crux of the problem.

The emperor walked through the crowd and came to a corner of the market, where there were all kinds of stalls, with a dazzling array of fruits and vegetables in colorful colors. His eyes finally locked on a stall that was decorated quite exquisitely. It was the stall of a minister's son. The vegetables sold were not only of a complete variety, but also arranged in an orderly manner, which was particularly eye-catching. However, when the emperor asked about the price, even he couldn't help but be shocked - the price of these vegetables was several times that of ordinary stalls.