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

However, all this turned into a sudden nightmare for the loyal maid. The maid's name was Xiao Cui. She had been with Xie Chaochao since she was a child and knew her every move. When Xie Chaochao left alone on the pretext of buying something, Xiao Cui had doubts in her heart, but she did not dare to ask more questions. She had to wait obediently at the agreed place, silently calculating the time in her heart.

But it doesn't matter, it's what it is. She won't think too much about it.

Otherwise, he would feel very uncomfortable.

As time passed, the hawking sounds in the market gradually faded, and the crowd began to disperse, leaving only a few vendors packing up their stalls. Xiao Cui paced anxiously, looking around from time to time, hoping to catch a glimpse of that familiar figure. But as time passed, hope gradually turned into despair, and her heart began to be tightly entangled with fear.

The afterglow of the setting sun cast a long shadow on the empty street, making Xiao Cui look particularly lonely. She recalled that although the queen seemed indifferent, she was actually gentle and caring for her, and tears welled up in her eyes. If the queen really had an accident, how would she explain it to the emperor and the entire royal family?

Just when Xiao Cui was about to be swallowed by despair, a gust of wind blew by, bringing with it a barely perceptible scent, the unique scent of the queen. Xiao Cui looked up suddenly, and saw Xie Chaochao walking slowly not far away, with a faint smile on his face and a basket of fresh fruits bought from a street vendor in his hand, as if everything that had just happened was just a short trip, not a thrilling disappearance.

Seeing this, Xiao Cui couldn't hold back her tears. She quickly stepped forward and said in a sobbing voice, "Empress, how could you scare me like this? I was almost dying of anxiety!" Seeing this, Xie Chaochao patted Xiao Cui's shoulder gently and smiled gently, "Silly girl, I just went to enjoy my long-lost freedom. Look how anxious you are. Okay, let's go back. There will be a fruit banquet tonight."

Just like that, after a false alarm, the two set off on their way home. The setting sun stretched their backs very long, but also reflected a different kind of warmth and harmony. For Xie Chaochao, this little adventure was not only a spiritual release, but also a small piece of freedom she reserved for herself in this deep palace.

Deep inside the magnificent palace, Emperor Long Xuanyi was anxiously shuttling between the carved beams and painted buildings. His eyes were sharp, but he could not find the figure that haunted him in this intricate palace - Empress Xie Chaochao. The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the delicate window lattices, sprinkling on his dragon robe. The golden light and the worry between his brows intertwined into a complex and incomprehensible picture.

Long Xuanyi's footsteps echoed in the empty palace, and every step he took expressed his inner regret and anxiety. Recalling the argument he had with Xie Chaochao in the imperial garden a few days ago, his sharp words, every word like a knife, had hurt her gentle and sensitive heart unconsciously. He thought that as the king of a country, he had supreme power and could control everything, including her emotions and whether she stayed or left. However, he never expected that the indifference and alienation that were inadvertently revealed would become an insurmountable gap between them.

"Chao Chao, where are you?" Long Xuanyi whispered, with a barely perceptible tremor in his voice, as if he was calling out to the entire palace, hoping that she could hear his remorse from the bottom of his heart. He regretted that he should not have been blinded by the desire for power at that moment, turning those worries and suspicions that should have been buried deep in his heart into sharp blades and stabbing her. At this moment, he wished that time could go back, so that he would have the opportunity to take back those hurtful words, hug her tightly, and tell her how much he cared about her.

However, all he got in response was the empty echo and the gradually darkening sky. As the night fell, Long Xuanyi's heart sank into the cold abyss bit by bit. He began to realize that although the palace was big, it could not accommodate two hearts that were drifting apart; although power was strong, it could not buy the warmth of true love. He was determined that no matter where Xie Chaochao was, even if it was at the ends of the earth, he would find her, apologize to her in person, and prove his change and determination with his actions.

Therefore, Long Xuanyi ordered an unprecedented search to begin throughout the palace and even the capital. Secret guards were dispatched, spies were spread everywhere, and no corner was spared, just to find the woman who was indispensable in his life. And in this tense and unknown search process, a story about love, power and redemption is quietly opening, waiting for the touch of fate to add the most vivid and colorful strokes to it.

Xie Chaochao, the extraordinary woman who once shocked the imperial palace with her peerless beauty, finally stepped out of the magnificent palace that bound her soul on that stormy evening. Her steps were light but firm, and every step seemed to be a farewell to her past self, and every step crushed the endless prosperity and hypocrisy in the palace.

She walked through the bustling streets and the hustle and bustle of the crowds. Those eyes were either curious or awed, but none of them could penetrate her heart that had decided to stay away from the hustle and bustle. The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on her body, coating her with a layer of light golden light, as if even the heaven and earth were seeing off this brave woman.

Finally, Xie Chaochao came to an ancient temple in the suburbs. The temple was simple and solemn, and the years had left mottled traces on it, but it also gave it a kind of detached tranquility and peace. She slowly walked into the temple, her eyes swept over the silent Buddha statues, and an indescribable peace and relief surged in her heart.

In front of the incense oil stand in the temple, Xie Chaochao took out a heavy bag of gold and silver from her sleeve, which was the hard work she had accumulated in the palace for many years. She reverently put the incense money in gently, and every coin she dropped was accompanied by a sigh from the bottom of her heart, which was a farewell to the past and an expectation for the future.

Then, she asked the abbot to let her stay overnight. The abbot was an elderly monk with a kind face and a gleam of wisdom in his eyes. He nodded silently, as if he had already seen through everything in Xie Chaochao's mind. So, Xie Chaochao settled down in a simple but quiet guest room in the temple.

As night fell, the lights in the temple dimmed, and the monks' chanting rose and fell, like the sound of nature, washing away the dust of the world. Xie Chaochao lay on the bed, looking at the starry sky through the window, feeling mixed emotions.