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

In the deep and cold palace, the night was as dark as ink, the moon was hidden, and the cold wind blew through the hall, bringing a bone-chilling chill, as if even time had been frozen. Empress Xie Chaochao, a woman with a stunning appearance but a dark heart, was curled up under a gorgeous quilt, but the heavy fabric seemed unable to completely block the cold from the outside. Her body trembled involuntarily, as if even her soul was corroded by the boundless coldness.

Her eyes were tightly closed and her brows were furrowed, as if she was fighting against this cold reality in her dream, unwilling to wake up. However, a quick and weak knock on the door broke the silence, and then a figure in tattered eunuch clothes, with trembling hands, pushed open the door, knelt on the ground, and cried in her voice: "Empress, please save them! Those innocent maids and eunuchs, they... they can't hold on any longer!"

Xie Chaochao's heart trembled suddenly, but then she was overwhelmed by a complex emotion. She slowly opened her eyes, and a trace of struggle and helplessness flashed in her eyes. This palace seemed magnificent, but in fact, it was undercurrents, and every brick and tile was soaked in power and blood. She knew that her every move affected the life and death of countless people, and this power was also a shackle that she had to bear.

"No." Her voice was soft, but it was full of unquestionable determination, as if she was telling herself and the eunuch kneeling outside the door that this was a road of no return. After saying that, she pulled the quilt tighter again and buried herself deeply in it, trying to isolate herself from the noise and coldness of the outside world in this way.

However, the eunuch outside the door did not leave immediately. His eyes were full of despair and unwillingness, as if he wanted to make a final effort. At this moment, a stronger wind blew, rolling up the fallen leaves on the ground, and also rolled up the imperceptible tenderness in Xie Chaochao's heart. She closed her eyes, and the diligent and loyal appearance of the maids and eunuchs emerged in her mind. Their smiles and their tears became so clear at this moment, like a sharp blade, cutting her heart.

Finally, she spoke again, with an imperceptible tremor in her voice: "Forget it, get up and take me to see." These words seemed to have exhausted all her strength, and also indicated that she was about to step into a more complicated vortex.

When the eunuch heard this, a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes. He kowtowed to express his gratitude, stood up and led Xie Chaochao through the winding corridor towards the lives waiting for salvation.

As night fell, the dim light of the palace lanterns swayed in the cold wind, illuminating a lonely and solemn palace in the Forbidden City. Under the moonlight, a group of disheveled, pale-faced eunuchs knelt on the cold bluestone floor, their bodies trembling with fear, as if even the air had frozen, leaving only their faint cries of begging for mercy echoing in the empty hall.

"Empress, we know we are wrong. Please have mercy on us and spare our lives!" The leading eunuch cried, pressed his forehead to the ground, clenched his fists, and kept knocking his head. Every time he knocked his head, it seemed to exhaust his whole body's strength. The eunuchs beside him followed suit, and the whole scene was desolate and desperate.

Empress Xie Chaochao, wearing a luxurious phoenix robe, sat on a high phoenix chair. Her beautiful face was covered with frost at the moment, and her eyes flashed with unquestionable determination. Her eyes were like sharp swords, piercing through the night, looking directly at the trembling figures below, and every look seemed to silently question their sins.

"You did something wrong? Can a simple confession of your mistakes offset all your betrayals of me and the peace of the harem?" Xie Chaochao's voice was cold and powerful, and every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of everyone present. Although her voice was not loud, it carried an irresistible majesty, making the atmosphere of the entire palace even more depressing.

The eunuchs were even more frightened when they heard this. They knew that once this seemingly gentle queen got angry, she would be as powerful as a thunderbolt and no one could stop her. They looked at each other, their eyes full of despair and helplessness, but there was no way out.

"Behead them immediately, and leave no one alive." Xie Chaochao shook her head lightly, her tone without a trace of emotion, as if she was issuing the most ordinary order. Her decision, like the coldest snowflakes in winter, silently announced the fate of these people.

As she finished speaking, the guards who had been waiting outside the palace quickly took action, holding gleaming swords and taking firm steps, each step carrying the rhythm of death. Seeing this, the eunuchs finally broke down and cried, but no matter how they begged or struggled, they could not change their impending fate.

In the night, the flash of swords and sabers passed by, followed by a few dull noises, and everything returned to calm. Xie Chaochao's eyes were still cold, and there was no ripple in her heart, because in this game of power, mercy has always been the most luxurious emotion. And her story will continue to write about power, loyalty and betrayal in the turbulent harem.

Deep inside the magnificent palace, sunlight shines through the intricately carved window lattices, scattering on the bluestone floor tiles, adding a soft but intangible warmth to this solemn place. The emperor, the one who holds the world and has great power, wears a dragon robe with lifelike dragon patterns, as if he could fly into the sky at any time. He sits on the high dragon throne, his eyes as sharp as torches, scanning the people kneeling and trembling below.

"Listen," the emperor's voice was deep and powerful, like the sound of an ancient bell, echoing in everyone's heart, shaking their hearts and minds, "In this Forbidden City, rules are everything. As servants, your duty is to serve your master wholeheartedly, loyally, and without any slackness. Remember, respecting your master is respecting me, respecting the majesty of the royal family. If anyone dares to cross the line, don't blame me for being merciless."

At this point, the emperor waved his sleeves lightly, and the wide cuffs drew an elegant arc like a phoenix spreading its wings. Then, his eyes became cold, as if they could freeze people's hearts. "My laws are like this sharp blade, and they cannot be violated in the slightest. Those who dare to challenge the rules will end up like the criminal who was beheaded at the vegetable market, just as tragic and ruthless. Their blood will stain this land red and serve as a warning to those who come after them."