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

Every swing of the sword and kick was precise, like a dance that had been practiced thousands of times, both graceful and deadly. They were agile, like ghosts in the dark night, shuttling between light and shadow, leaving silver trails.

In comparison, although the minister's son had learned some martial arts, he was dwarfed by these well-trained guards. His movements became chaotic, his breathing became rapid, and every punch he threw seemed like a powerless struggle, and he could only barely resist the opponent's attack. Sweat slid down his forehead and dripped onto the cold ground, making a subtle sound, which was a reflection of his inner fear and unwillingness.

Finally, after a fierce battle, the minister's son stumbled and nearly fell. The guards seized the opportunity, rushed forward, and surrounded him with the tips of their swords. At that moment, he seemed to be pierced by countless cold eyes, and all his pride and stubbornness collapsed at this moment. His legs trembled, his knees softened, and he knelt on the ground, his hands raised above his head, and his voice was filled with tears: "I... I give up, beg for mercy!"

Everything in the palace was quiet, with only the guards' steady breathing and the occasional bird calls in the distance. The sun was still bright, but it seemed to have a bit of irony and pity, shining on this once arrogant young man, and his humbleness and helplessness at the moment. This scene was not only a cruel portrayal of the power struggle, but also a profound revelation of the fragility and greed of human nature, which chilled everyone present and made it difficult for them to calm down for a long time.

But it seemed unable to dispel the heaviness and depression in the air. In the center of the hall, a minister's son, dressed in gorgeous but disheveled clothes, with a face as pale as paper, knelt on his knees, his hands tightly clasped in front of his chest, trembling, as if even the dust in the air was trembling for his fate.

There were several broken jades scattered around him, which were proof that he tried to exchange the family treasures for a glimmer of hope, but he failed to move the hard-hearted emperor. Emperor Chu Heng, dressed in a dragon robe, sat on the high dragon throne. In his deep eyes, there was no mercy or hesitation, only the coldness and determination unique to the emperor. His voice was low and powerful, like a verdict from the abyss, echoing in every corner of the hall: "Your crime is enough to confiscate your family and exterminate your clan. Considering your father's past merits, I have shown you special mercy and only gave you imprisonment, which is already a great favor from heaven."

When the minister's son heard this, a trace of despair flashed in his eyes. He looked up at the almighty emperor, and his lips moved slightly, but he could only make a weak plea for mercy: "Your Majesty, please have mercy. I know I am wrong. I am willing to atone for my sins with the rest of my life. I only ask Your Majesty to show mercy and spare my life..." However, his voice was soon swallowed up by the echoes in the hall, and he seemed so powerless and so small.

Chu Heng's eyes never left him, but there was no sign of hesitation in his eyes. He waved his sleeves lightly, and the eunuch chief beside him immediately understood and took two steps forward, speaking in a sharp and cold voice: "Take him away, and send him to the Heavenly Prison immediately. No one is allowed to visit him without the emperor's order."

Then, two guards in iron armor came forward and lifted up the minister's son, like dragging a body without a soul. His feet slid weakly across the ground, making a "rustling" sound, which was the witness of his fate heading towards the abyss. In the hall, the other ministers either bowed their heads in silence or showed reluctance, but no one dared to speak out for mercy, because they knew very well that Chu Heng's decision was set in stone and no one could change it.

Emperor Chu Heng, wearing a dragon robe that shone lightly in the afterglow of the setting sun, but with dark clouds condensing between his brows, stepped heavily into the magnificent Forbidden City. His anger, like a volcano about to erupt, solidified the air of the entire palace. Back in the bedroom, he sat heavily on the jade chair with dragon carvings, his hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turned white due to the force, and a long sigh echoed in the empty hall, like the last fallen leaf in autumn, with endless bleakness and loneliness.

Empress Xie Chaochao, a gentle and intelligent woman, was playing the guqin in the inner room. The sound of the guqin was like spring water, cleansing people's hearts. Hearing the strange sound outside the palace, she gently put down the strings of the guqin and walked out lightly. Her figure was like the most beautiful willow branch in spring, swaying gracefully. Her eyes fell gently on Chu Heng. Seeing that he looked wrong, she suddenly had an ominous premonition in her heart.

"Your Majesty, is there another troublesome matter in the court?" Xie Chaochao's voice was soft and concerned, like a spring breeze, trying to blow away the haze in Chu Heng's heart.

Chu Heng raised his head, his eyes deep, as if he wanted to pour out all his dissatisfaction and anger, but he was speechless for a moment. After a moment, he finally spoke, with indignation in his tone that was difficult to conceal: "Today's incident is extremely unlucky! There are treacherous villains in the court who tried to slander loyal people with false words. I was careless for a moment and was deceived by their words, and almost made a big mistake."

At this point, Chu Heng's eyes flashed with regret, as if he saw those loyal ministers and generals who might suffer injustice because of his momentary negligence. Xie Chaochao frowned slightly when she heard this, and a trace of determination and resoluteness flashed in her eyes: "Your Majesty, don't worry. Everything in this world has cause and effect. Since this matter has happened, there must be a solution. Although I am not talented, I am willing to share the worries of the emperor, and work together to find out the truth and restore the court to a clear mind."

After that, Xie Chaochao slowly walked to the window and gently pushed open the window frame. A breeze blew on her face, bringing the coolness and tranquility of the night. The moonlight was like water, filling the entire bedroom, as if even the air was filled with a sense of freshness and hope. Chu Heng looked at the queen's firm and gentle eyes, and the anger in his heart gradually subsided, replaced by a warm current and endless expectations for the future.

"Chao Chao, it is my honor to have you by my side." Chu Heng said softly, his tone full of gratitude and affection. At this moment, the two seemed to have returned to the time when they first met, their hearts were closely connected, facing the storms of the world together, vowing to protect this country and the purest emotions in their hearts.

Queen Xie Chaochao sighed softly, and her eyes, which usually held a gentle smile, drooped helplessly at this moment, as if bearing a heavy burden. Her slender fingers slowly stroked her hair, which was inlaid with dazzling pearls and jade, each of which shone with dazzling light, but could not reflect the slightest ripple in her heart at the moment.

She shook her head helplessly, her gesture showing both a compromise with fate and a deep sense of powerlessness towards the current situation. This magnificent palace was once her dream destination, but now it has become a cage that restricts her freedom and sincerity. Xie Chaochao's eyes wandered around the empty palace, and finally fixed on herself in the bronze mirror - that beautiful but slightly pale face was filled with unknown sorrow and tenacity.