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

Emperor Chu Heng, wearing a dragon robe, with a lifelike dragon pattern, as if it was about to fly up from the robe. His eyes were deep and complex, as if he could see into the deepest secrets of people's hearts. He spoke slowly, and every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of everyone present: "Chao Chao, do you know what I mean?"

Hearing this, Xie Chaochao smiled indifferently, with both helplessness towards the past and relief towards the future. She raised her hand gently, and her fingertips touched the delicate embroidery on the phoenix robe, as if she was touching the stories forgotten by the years. "Your Majesty, I know it." Her voice was soft and firm, like a breeze in spring, brushing away the restlessness and anxiety in people's hearts.

"It's just that, although the position of the queen seems extremely honorable, it actually carries too much weight. Since I entered the palace, I have been toiling day and night, managing the trivial matters of the harem and taking care of the royal family's reputation. I am already exhausted." A trace of barely perceptible fatigue flashed across Xie Chaochao's eyes, but the tenacity was even more obvious. "As for the higher position... I am really tired and don't want to climb the endless stairs anymore. I just want to find a peaceful place in this deep palace to spend the rest of my life."

After saying this, she gently lowered her eyelids, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, as if she was telling an ancient legend about power and freedom, love and sacrifice. For a moment, the entire hall was so quiet that only the rustling of leaves outside the window and the occasional footsteps of palace servants in the distance could be heard. Everyone's heart was deeply touched by the queen's words, as if they saw the image of a woman who was teased by fate but still maintained her self-esteem and refused to be swallowed by power.

Chu Heng's eyes flashed with a complex emotion, with surprise, heartache, and a subtle admiration. He slowly stood up, walked to Xie Chaochao, gently lifted her chin, and looked at her gently and firmly: "Chaochao, I understand your feelings. From now on, I will let you find the peace that belongs to you in this palace."

Emperor Chu Heng shook his head gently, his deep eyes seemed to hide endless vicissitudes and helplessness. He slowly spoke in a low and magnetic voice: "This position should have been yours, but I just sat on it temporarily by chance. Everything in this world has a destiny. What belongs to you will eventually be returned to you."

His words were like a spring breeze blowing across the lake, gentle but with unquestionable power, causing the air in the entire hall to freeze. The sunlight shone through the carved window lattices, dappling on his dragon robe, and the golden glow and the determination on his face complemented each other, making it particularly dazzling.

The ministers around looked at each other with mixed feelings. This position symbolized supreme power and glory, and it was a throne that many people dreamed of. But now, the emperor mentioned the matter of returning it so easily. How could it not shock people?

Chu Heng's gaze penetrated the crowd, as if looking directly into the distance, where his dreams and ambitions were, as well as his unknown secrets and sacrifices. He continued, "I know that my abilities are limited. Although I have tried my best to govern the country over the years, there are still many shortcomings. And you, since childhood, have shown extraordinary talent and courage. If you can take this position, you will definitely lead my Great Chu to a more glorious tomorrow."

At this point, Chu Heng's eyes flashed with a barely perceptible loneliness, but it was soon replaced by determination. He stood up, walked slowly to the center of the hall, and gently stroked the dragon throne that symbolized imperial power with his fingers, as if bidding it a final farewell.

"Today, I swear here that when the time is right, I will return this position to you intact. And you, too, must shoulder this responsibility and live up to the expectations of the people of the world."

As soon as these words came out, the whole hall fell into a brief silence, and then burst into thunderous applause. The ministers were impressed by Chu Heng's broad mind and magnanimity, and were full of expectations for the new era that was about to come. The heir mentioned had mixed feelings in his heart, with both a desire for power and anxiety and uneasiness about the unknown future.

The prelude to the transfer of power has quietly begun. In this ancient and mysterious imperial city, a contest full of excitement and challenges is about to take place, and the final result will determine the future direction of Da Chu and will also rewrite the fate of countless people.

Empress Xie Chaochao, dressed in a gorgeous dress embroidered with gold and phoenixes, sat in the magnificent palace. Her eyes, as deep as autumn water, gently swept across the face of Emperor Chu Heng. Chu Heng's face seemed to be shrouded in a faint haze, and his brows were unconsciously tightened, revealing an unspeakable worry. Xie Chaochao's eyes were gentle and sharp, as if she could see into the deepest secrets of people's hearts. She spoke softly, with a hint of imperceptible concern in her voice: "Your Majesty, you seem to be unhappy? I dare to ask, but what did I do wrong to make you unhappy?"

During the conversation, Xie Chaochao's tone was humble but also a bit tough. Her words were like a spring breeze, trying to blow away the haze in Chu Heng's heart. However, these words unexpectedly touched the most sensitive string in Chu Heng's heart. He suddenly looked up, with a trace of panic and self-blame in his eyes, realizing that the emotions he had just inadvertently revealed might have been misunderstood.

Chu Heng stood up quickly, his steps were somewhat anxious, as if he was eager to clear up all the misunderstandings. He reached out and gently stroked Xie Chaochao's soft hair, his eyes full of sincerity and apology: "Chaochao, you misunderstood, I am not unhappy with you. I... I am just busy with state affairs recently, and I have accumulated a lot of troubles in my heart. In addition, there are many disputes in the court, which makes me feel uneasy for the time being. I am not dissatisfied with you at all."

As he spoke, Chu Heng's eyes became soft and deep, as if he wanted to gather all his apologies and deep affection in these eyes and pass them to Xie Chaochao. He continued: "As for the position of Queen, you are the one that everyone wants, and I have never had any doubts. You win people over with virtue and govern the country with talent. The harem is in good order because of you. I am actually full of gratitude and admiration. If what I said just now made you feel unhappy, then it is my fault."

Chu Heng's words were like the warm sunshine in spring, gradually melting the doubts and uneasiness in Xie Chaochao's heart. She smiled slightly, and that smile was like a newly blossoming lotus, elegant and moving: "Your Majesty, you are too kind. I know that you care about the world, and I am willing to be your strongest backing, and walk hand in hand with you no matter the wind and rain."