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

In the lush forest, there is a simple and peaceful temple, far away from the hustle and bustle, like a paradise. Xie Chaochao, a beautiful woman with a calm look, spends her time in this temple every day. In the morning, when the first ray of sunlight penetrates the mist and gently brushes the glazed tiles of the temple, she has begun to meditate and chant in the Zen room, and the Sanskrit sound is interwoven with the birdsong in the mountains into a melodious movement.

In the afternoon, she would stroll in the back garden of the temple, where flowers were in full bloom and butterflies were dancing. She gently stroked every blooming life, as if she was having a silent conversation with them. In the evening, it was her time to practice calligraphy, and her strokes revealed her inner peace and tranquility. Here, there was no worldly disturbance, no entanglement of fame and fortune. Xie Chaochao seemed to have found her spiritual home, and every day was simple and fulfilling.

However, this tranquility did not last long. One evening, when the setting sun dyed the sky a brilliant golden red, the abbot of the temple, an old monk with a kind face and deep eyes, slowly walked into Xie Chaochao's meditation room. Although his steps were light, they seemed to carry a subtle heaviness. The old monk gently closed the door, looked at Xie Chaochao gently, and slowly said: "Chaochao, someone is looking for you outside."

This sentence was like a sudden gust of wind, blowing away the tranquility in the room and causing ripples in Xie Chaochao's heart. She looked up, with a hint of surprise and confusion in her eyes. After all, since she stepped into the temple gate, she was determined to cut off the past and isolate herself from the outside world. Who would come to her at this time? Could it be that the memories that she had deliberately forgotten, or the concerns that she thought she had let go, came to her again?

Seeing this, the old monk smiled slightly. In that smile, he not only understood the world, but also showed his deep concern for Xie Chaochao: "Child, no matter who comes or what, remember that your heart is always your strongest support. Go, and face it. It is also another kind of practice."

Xie Chaochao gently pushed open the door, and a ray of gentle sunset shone on her shoulders, adding a touch of brightness to the slightly dull afternoon. She walked out of the room, her eyes inadvertently passing by the wisteria in full bloom in the courtyard, the petals dancing in the wind, as if whispering unknown secrets. At this moment, a bright yellow dragon robe came into view, and the emperor Chu Heng had quietly stood in the corridor without knowing when, his tall figure was drawn by the sunset, leaving a slender shadow, looking particularly aloof and majestic.

Xie Chaochao was slightly startled, and then walked forward quickly. The bluestone road under her feet made a slight sound because of her steps, as if it was also accompanying this sudden encounter. She stopped, kept an arm's length away from Chu Heng, and asked politely: "Why is the emperor here in person? What's the urgent matter?" There was a hint of confusion and caution in her voice. After all, in this deep palace, every step must be taken with caution.

Chu Heng turned around, his deep eyes seemed to contain endless stories under the setting sun, and he smiled gently, with the majesty of a king and a hint of tenderness that was hard to detect. "I heard that you were not feeling well recently, so I came to see you." The words were simple, but they showed a concern that could not be ignored, which made people feel warm.

Xie Chaochao was inexplicably touched when she heard this, but she was also even more puzzled. The emperor was so busy with his affairs, but he came in person just for her slight discomfort. This kindness made her not know how to respond for a moment. She bowed slightly, with gratitude in her voice: "Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. I just caught a cold occasionally, it's nothing serious, I dare not trouble Your Majesty to worry about you."

Chu Heng gently waved his hand, indicating that she didn't need to be polite, and then slowly approached, looking at her carefully, as if to confirm that what she said was true. "You have been weak since childhood, so you need to pay more attention. I have ordered the Imperial Hospital to send the best medicinal materials, and I will make sure you recover soon." As he spoke, he reached out and gently stroked the wisteria petals, and the action was so gentle that it seemed as if he was treating the most precious treasure in the world.

Xie Chaochao looked up and met Chu Heng's caring eyes, with mixed feelings in her heart. At this moment, she seemed to feel that the emperor's intentions went beyond the etiquette between the monarch and his subjects, and went straight to the softest part of people's hearts. Within the palace walls, power and calculations followed like a shadow, and this sudden warmth, like a clear stream, quietly moistened her dry heart, making this originally dull afternoon unusually vivid and unforgettable.

The two stood there quietly, and everything around them seemed to be still, with only the sound of each other's heartbeats and the occasional bird calls in the distance, adding a bit of tranquility and harmony to the tense and delicate atmosphere. Until a breeze blew and the petals gently fell, breaking the silence and reminding them that life in the palace must continue.

The setting sun was like blood, and the afterglow sprinkled on the magnificent palace, coating this solemn place with a layer of light sadness. Emperor Chu Heng, wearing a dragon robe, revealed an unquestionable imperial aura between his eyebrows, but at this moment, his eyes were full of tenderness and pleading. He held Xie Chaochao's hand tightly. Those hands, which he had caressed and warmed countless times, now seemed to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers and were out of reach.

"Chao Chao, come back to the palace with me." Chu Heng's voice was deep and magnetic, and every word seemed to be struggling out from the bottom of his heart, with endless longing and reluctance. There was a gleam in his eyes, which was a remembrance of the good old days and a desire to meet again in the future.

However, Empress Xie Chaochao, the woman who was once the most beloved, resolutely shook off Chu Heng's hand. Her eyes were as cold as frost, and a determined smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. In that smile, there was both a yearning for freedom and a deep boredom with the constraints of palace life. "I won't go back." Her voice was firm and clear, and every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting Chu Heng's heart, making him feel an unprecedented pain.

The air around him seemed to freeze, and the wind seemed to stop flowing at this moment. Chu Heng's face flashed with disbelief and loss. He had never thought that Xie Chaochao, who had sworn to him forever and shared the ups and downs with him, would reject him so decisively. There was a trace of struggle in his eyes, as if he wanted to step forward again, but was afraid of being rejected again.

Xie Chaochao turned around, with her back to Chu Heng, and looked towards the free sky in the distance. She felt mixed emotions, tired of the intrigues and schemes in the palace, but also reluctant to part with Chu Heng.