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

When he returned to the yard, there was no one there, but Xie Chaochao felt very good being alone.

She knew what she wanted.

It was never about the throne, she just wanted to be alone and be law-abiding.

She didn't want to think about the rest.

Thinking too much makes me feel disgusted.

Why do they push themselves?

Empress Xie Chaochao, wearing a gorgeous phoenix robe, with her hair tied up high and surrounded by pearls and jade, looked like a fairy from a painting. She stood quietly outside the doorway, her affectionate eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, and she was staring deeply at Chu Heng. There was both confusion and a subtle worry in her eyes, as if she was silently questioning, and as if she was expecting an answer.

Chu Heng saw this, and an indescribable emotion surged in his heart. He stood up suddenly, strode towards Xie Chaochao, and held her slightly cold hands without hesitation. His movements were filled with unquestionable determination, as if he wanted to resolve all misunderstandings and estrangements at this moment.

"Chao Chao, don't look at me like that." Chu Heng's voice was low and gentle, like a warm spring breeze, gently brushing across his heart, "I know what you think, but please believe me, I don't think too much. This country, this power, to me, is nothing but external things. And you are the most precious treasure in my heart."

His words were sincere and affectionate, and every word seemed to come from the bottom of his heart, which moved people involuntarily. Chu Heng gently placed Xie Chaochao's hand on his chest, where a heart that was beating for her and aching for her beat, "These originally belonged to you, whether it was the throne in the harem or my deep love for you. I just return them to you, like returning a lost treasure."

Xie Chaochao's eyes were slightly red. She felt the warmth of Chu Heng's palm and the sincerity and affection in his words. At this moment, all suspicions and uneasiness disappeared, leaving only two hearts tightly attached to each other, finding each other's home in this vast palace.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the two figures were stretched out, like a moving painting, telling an immortal legend about love and trust. All of this will become a good story passed down through the ages in the Forbidden City, inspiring future generations to pursue and yearn for true love.

Deep in the magnificent palace with carved beams and painted buildings, the sun shines through the complex clouds and sprinkles on the bluestone slabs, adding a touch of imperceptible tenderness to this world where power and desire are intertwined. Empress Xie Chaochao, wearing a luxurious phoenix robe, with her skirt trailing lightly, is like a peony blooming in the morning light, both delicate and dignified. There is a meaningful smile on her face, which is neither complete joy nor complete indifference, but contains thousands of words, but at this moment, she chooses to remain silent.

Emperor Chu Heng, wearing a dragon robe, was majestic but with a hint of tenderness. He tried to hold the empress's soft hands, as if he wanted to keep something, or just wanted a moment of warmth. However, Empress Xie Chaochao shook his hands off gently but firmly in a decisive and elegant manner. The action showed both the fragility of a woman and unquestionable strength, as if silently declaring something.

There was a subtle tension in the air. The palace servants standing around lowered their heads and dared not breathe, fearing that they would accidentally anger these two supreme beings. But Queen Xie Chaochao did not say anything more. She turned around smoothly and decisively, like a stream flowing into the sea, never looking back. Her back stretched out in the afterglow of the setting sun, and every step she took was full of determination and pride, as if she was announcing to the world that even at the pinnacle of power, she had the right to choose her own path.

Walking through the winding palace corridors, Xie Chaochao's steps seemed to be stepping on the dust of history. She never hesitated. Inside the palace walls, every brick and tile recorded countless stories, and at this moment, her story was continuing in a silent but strong way. Returning to the palace that belonged to her, there was her own world, where she could let down all her defenses and be her true self.

Empress Xie Chaochao, wearing a complicated and gorgeous palace dress, slowly walked into the magnificent palace, each step was a steady and elegant rhythm, as if even the air was trembling with her steps. Her eyes reflected the silver-clad world outside, especially the plum forest standing proudly in the cold wind, the red plum blossoms were as hot as flames, forming a sharp contrast with the surrounding white, beautiful to the point of palpitating.

She stopped and looked at the tree of flowers for a long time. An inexplicable emotion surged in her heart. Was it nostalgia for the past years or emotion about the current situation? Perhaps it was both. After a moment, she gently raised her hand and told the maid who had been standing beside her for a long time: "Go, pick a branch of the most beautiful plum blossom for me."

The maid took the order and left. Not long after, she carefully brought back a branch of red plum blossoms in full bloom. The flower seemed to still carry the coldness and toughness of the outside world. There were still a few drops of crystal dew on the petals, shining brightly in the sun. Xie Chaochao took the plum blossom, gently stroked the cold branch with his fingertips, and a touch of tenderness and pity flashed in his eyes.

Then, she slowly walked into the inner room, where there was an ancient and elegant desk with a piece of fine rice paper spread out on it, and beside it were various exquisite pens, inks and pigments. Xie Chaochao opened her red lips slightly, and told the maid to prepare water and an inkstone, and then she slowly sat down, facing the blank rice paper, with a composition and artistic conception in her mind.

She first used light ink to outline the direction of the plum branch, and each stroke contained strength and tenderness, as if she was integrating her emotions and thoughts into the painting. Then, she switched to thick ink and lightly dotted the plum blossoms, each of which had different shapes, some were in bud, shy and reserved; some were in full bloom, warm and unrestrained. The red plum blossoms on the branches were even more vivid in her brush, as if they would emit a faint fragrance at any time, filling the entire room.

As time went by, a vivid plum blossom painting gradually took shape, which not only showed the purity and tenacity of plum blossoms, but also contained Xie Chaochao's inner emotions and hopes. She stared at the work with a faint smile on her lips, as if at this moment, all the troubles and sorrows were dissolved by the ink fragrance and painting in the room, leaving only the joy in her heart.