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

She slowly turned around and walked towards the carved dressing table by the window. Every step she took showed the dignity that a queen should have, but also revealed a trace of imperceptible fatigue. Xie Chaochao gently placed her hands on the table, her fingertips touching the cold gold and silver jewelry, each of which was a symbol of power, but also reminded her every moment that she was no longer the girl who could laugh and run freely.

She began to carefully remove the heavy headdresses, and each time she took off a piece, it was as if she had unloaded a burden, until finally, her long, smooth black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, reflecting the faint moonlight outside the window, gleaming with a natural luster. At this moment, Xie Chaochao seemed to have found herself for a moment, the truth and purity that was deeply buried by court etiquette and red tape.

However, this tranquility did not last long, because she knew that as the queen, her fate had long been closely linked to the rise and fall of the country. Tomorrow, perhaps there will be another contest of power and a game of scheming. But she, Xie Chaochao, will never give up the pursuit of freedom and true love easily even if she is in the center of the vortex. In her heart, there is a fire, burning quietly in the dark night, waiting for the opportunity to illuminate her way forward and ignite the only light of hope in this dull palace.

Empress Xie Chaochao, wearing a gorgeous dress with gold embroidered phoenix, sat by the carved window, holding a crystal clear porcelain vase in her hand. In the vase were several plum blossoms that stood proud and frost-resistant. They bloomed in the warm winter sun, exuding a faint fragrance, as if they were the purest gift from nature, adding a rare vitality and elegance to her magnificent palace. The plum blossoms were reflected in her eyes, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously rose, revealing an extremely gentle smile. Obviously, this vase of plum blossoms won her heart.

Just as she was immersed in the beauty of this quietness, a burst of quick footsteps broke the silence in the room, and a maid dressed in emerald green palace clothes hurried in, with a look of nervousness and excitement on her face. She first looked around carefully, and after confirming that everything was correct, she lowered her voice with an excitement that was difficult to conceal: "Your Majesty, the Emperor... The Emperor is back!"

This sentence was like a stone that stirred up a thousand waves, causing ripples in the heart of Empress Xie Chaochao. Her eyes lit up instantly, like the brightest stars in the night sky, with both the joy of reunion after a long separation and a hint of uneasiness. The emperor, the man who held the power of life and death in the world but always made her worried, his return was undoubtedly the most anticipated news in this palace.

Seeing this, the maid hurried forward a few steps, gently holding the queen's arm, her eyes full of concern and respect: "Your Majesty, are you ready to welcome the emperor? I will go and tell the imperial kitchen to prepare the emperor's favorite snacks, and have someone decorate the bedroom to make it more cozy."

Xie Chaochao nodded slightly, with a hint of tenderness and determination in her eyes: "Okay, go ahead. Remember, everything must be done carefully and thoughtfully, without any carelessness." Although her words were light, they carried unquestionable majesty, which made people dare not slack off in the slightest.

As the maid left, Empress Xie Chaochao slowly stood up and walked to the bronze mirror, carefully adjusting her makeup and clothes. Every movement revealed her importance and expectation for this reunion. She knew that the emperor's return would not only mean the reunion of their emotions, but would also bring about changes in the court and a new round of undercurrents in the harem. But no matter what the road ahead was, she was willing to walk side by side with him and face all the storms together.

At this moment, the sound of a carriage could be heard faintly outside the palace. It was the sound of the emperor's return journey, and it was also the most beautiful music in her heart. In the heart of Empress Xie Chaochao, there was both a vision of the future and a remembrance of the past. She stood there, like a moving painting, quietly waiting for the chapter of her destiny to turn over a new page again.

Deep in the magnificent and majestic palace, the night was as dark as ink, but the moonlight shone through the delicate window lattices, sprinkling on the palace with carved dragons and painted phoenixes, adding a bit of softness and mystery to this solemn place. Emperor Chu Heng, a majestic monarch wearing a dragon robe, was sitting on the dragon throne at this moment, with a solemn face and unquestionable determination in his eyes. His voice was low and magnetic, echoing in this empty hall, as if every word contained a thousand pounds of power.

"I have dealt with the son of a minister today." Chu Heng's words were concise and powerful, but like thunder, they exploded in the hall. Empress Xie Chaochao, a woman dressed in gorgeous phoenix robes and with a beautiful face, was sitting beside the emperor. She tilted her head slightly when she heard the words, and her eyes flashed with curiosity and concern. Her voice was gentle and delicate, like a spring breeze blowing across the lake, and she asked softly: "Who is the person your majesty is talking about?"

Chu Heng's gaze became profound at this moment, and he slowly uttered three words: "Call Fu San." These three words seemed to contain endless profound meaning, making everyone present hold their breath involuntarily, trying to interpret the story behind this simple name.

Fu San, this name is not unfamiliar in the court. He was the son of an important official in the court. He had enjoyed wealth and glory that ordinary people could not reach since he was a child. Because of his father's overwhelming power, he was rampant and tyrannical in the capital, doing all kinds of evil. However, today, this once arrogant young man was punished unprecedentedly for offending the emperor.

Chu Heng's voice sounded again, and this time, his tone was a little more emotional: "Fu San, this man, bullies people by taking advantage of his power, bullies men and women, I have heard about it a long time ago. But considering his father's hard work and great contributions, I have always tolerated it. But today, he dared to rob a woman in broad daylight, which is really an unforgivable crime! If I don't punish him severely, how can I convince the people and reassure the people?"

Upon hearing this, Empress Xie Chaochao frowned slightly, with a trace of pity and helplessness in her eyes. She knew very well that in this vortex of power struggle, the fate of an individual is often like duckweed, drifting with the tide and difficult to be independent. But she also understood that as the empress, she must stand on the emperor's side and support his every decision, even if this decision means sacrificing innocent people.

"Your Majesty is wise. This is a very pleasing decision." Xie Chaochao said softly, with a tone that showed both respect for the emperor and the uncertainty of the world. She gently held Chu Heng's hand, conveying silent comfort and support, as if to say: No matter how bumpy the road ahead is, I will walk side by side with you.

At this moment, the hall was silent except for the occasional sound of the night wind outside the window and the night watchman's beating in the distance, which seemed to add a touch of desolation and tragedy to this story full of excitement and twists and turns.