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

The servants trembled uncontrollably when they heard this, and pressed their knees against the cold tiles, as if this would alleviate their fear. Their eyes were filled with fear and despair, as if they had foreseen their possible fate. The maids clasped their hands tightly, their fingertips turning white from excessive force; the eunuchs lowered their heads, fearing that they would meet the emperor's sharp, hawk-like gaze, which could lead to their eternal damnation even for a moment.

The air was filled with a suffocating atmosphere of tension, and every breath was particularly clear. The emperor's words were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up waves and shaking the entire palace. And the servants were like grass in a storm, swaying helplessly, waiting for the judgment of fate.

At this moment, every brick and tile, every ray of light in the palace seemed to be telling the weight of power and the helplessness of humility. The emperor, like a high god, used his unparalleled majesty to maintain the order and balance of this huge palace, allowing everyone present to deeply understand the supremacy of imperial power.

Emperor Chu Heng, dressed in a dragon robe with lifelike dragon patterns on it, looked as if he could fly into the clouds at any time. But at this moment, his eyes no longer had the majesty and coldness of the past, but only tenderness and worry that could not be melted away.

He slowly turned around, his eyes passing through the complicated palace, and finally fixed on the Queen Xie Chaochao. She, wearing a luxurious phoenix robe, with red lips and eyebrows like distant mountains covered with smoke, should have been the most dazzling woman in the world, but at this moment, her face was like a quiet lake in winter, without any waves, and her expression was indifferent, as if all the hustle and bustle of the world had nothing to do with her.

Chu Heng's heart tightened involuntarily. It was an indescribable pain, a deep understanding and pity for his beloved. He took gentle steps, and each step seemed to measure the invisible, intangible, but extremely strong emotional bond between them. Finally, he came to her side, without saying a word, but holding her tightly in his warm and strong arms.

Xie Chaochao's body trembled slightly, as if she had found a moment of support in this sudden warmth, or perhaps she was touched by this deep affection, and a barely perceptible tenderness flashed in her eyes. Chu Heng's head rested gently on her hair, smelling the faint fragrance of her hair, with thousands of words surging in his heart, which finally turned into a low and firm sigh: "Chaochao, I am here."

In this way, the two of them seemed to have become the most inconspicuous but most tenacious scenery in this huge palace. They leaned on each other and set foot on the road back to the palace, and every step seemed so firm and powerful. Inside and outside the palace walls, the night deepened, and the stars twinkled, as if silently blessing this imperial couple who had gone through storms but still had deep feelings for each other.

Along the way, palace lanterns lit up one by one, stretching their shadows out and reflecting on the bluestone slabs, which was both a review of the past years and an expectation for the future. During the companionship along the way, the tacit understanding and deep affection between Chu Heng and Xie Chaochao seemed to have surpassed words and became the most precious treasure in each other's hearts.

Deep in the magnificent but turbulent palace, Empress Xie Chaochao lay quietly on a carved pearwood bed. The moonlight outside the window was like water, but it could not illuminate the haze in her heart. Her eyes had lost their former brilliance, like two bottomless cold pools, reflecting endless confusion and sorrow. The bed sheet gently covered her frail body, but it could not hide the desolation radiating from the inside out.

"Did I do something wrong?" Her voice was thin, but every word was heavy, like autumn leaves falling, with unspeakable sorrow, gently falling in the empty palace. This sentence was not only a torture of her soul, but also an accusation of the cold and ruthless palace rules. Xie Chaochao once thought that with her wisdom and kindness, she could maintain a sense of purity and nobility in this vortex of power, but reality was like a sharp blade, bit by bit cutting her fantasy.

The servants, who used to be respectful to her, now seemed to have changed their faces, with indifference and disdain flashing in their eyes. They either whispered to each other or blatantly ignored her existence. Even the occasional chuckle seemed to be a ruthless trampling on her dignity. All these changes made Xie Chaochao feel more isolated and helpless than ever before. She didn't understand why the queen who was once admired by everyone became the target of public criticism overnight.

In the dead of night, the wind outside the palace wall seemed to be a bit ghostly, blowing through the window lattices, rolling up the bead curtains, and making bursts of tiny and strange sounds, as if telling the unknown secrets and conspiracies in the palace. Xie Chaochao's thoughts were like the bead curtains in the wind, chaotic and helpless. She began to recall those forgotten past events, those stories about love and betrayal, power and sacrifice, and every detail was like a sharp fragment, cutting her heart.

"Could it be because..." A thought that she didn't want to face but couldn't ignore arose in her heart. It was about the emperor who sat on the dragon throne and once enjoyed the moonlight with her, but now was drifting away from her. The temptation of power and the fickleness of human hearts made everything so complicated and cruel. Xie Chaochao realized that perhaps from a certain inadvertent moment, she had become a pawn in this court struggle, pushed by an invisible force, towards an ending she had never expected.

At this moment, she lies on the bed, no longer the high and mighty queen, but an ordinary person who is teased by fate and longs to understand and be understood. Her heart is full of doubts and unwillingness, but more of a fear of the unknown tomorrow. In this exciting and challenging palace drama, can Xie Chaochao find the truth and regain everything she has lost, or will she sink completely in the vortex of power? All of this is like the bright moon outside the window, bright and distant, fascinating, but difficult to touch.

In the magnificent Forbidden City, the afterglow of the setting sun penetrated the clouds like a fine thread, gently falling on the glazed tiles of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, covering this ancient palace with a layer of light golden light. The emperor, the monarch who ruled the world, at this moment removed all his majesty and solemnity, his eyes were full of tenderness and love, and his eyes were fixed on the queen Xie Chaochao.

Xie Chaochao, the mother of the country, has won the respect and love of the harem with her gentleness, virtue, and outstanding talent since she entered the palace. However, in recent days, she has looked a little haggard due to illness, and her eyes, which were once as bright as stars, are now covered with a layer of sadness. The emperor saw it and was worried. He knew that as the king of a country, although he could command the world, he could not bear the pain of illness for his beloved.