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

She stood up, her long skirt dragging on the ground, making a subtle but crisp sound, like the resonance of her inner unwillingness. The queen slowly walked to the window, staring at the birds that occasionally flew by the window, her eyes flashing with infinite yearning for freedom. At this moment, she seemed to hear the voice deep in her heart, calling for her to break free from the shackles and pursue her true self.

There's no way, she has her own ideas, otherwise she wouldn't think so much.

never mind.

"My fate is in my own hands," the queen muttered in her heart, with a barely perceptible smile on her lips. It was a challenge to her own fate and an expectation for the future. She knew that this road was destined to be bumpy, but she was ready. Even if the road ahead was full of thorns, she would bravely take that step to fight for a free sky for herself and for those who were also teased by fate.

Emperor Chu Heng, dressed in a dragon robe, the gold-embroidered pattern sparkled in the sun, but it could not hide the anger and deep disappointment between his brows at the moment. His eyes were like torches, staring closely at the gradually receding back of Empress Xie Chaochao, whose back was resolute and aloof, as if every step was stepping on his heart, leaving cracks that were difficult to heal.

Xie Chaochao, in her luxurious phoenix robe, swayed gently, and every step she took revealed the dignity and inviolability of the queen, but there was a subtle bitterness and determination hidden in her back. She never looked back, as if this departure was a complete farewell to all the past emotions.

Seeing this, Chu Heng felt a nameless fire rising up in his chest, like a raging fire blown by a strong wind, instantly devouring his reason. He stood up suddenly, clenched his hands into fists, his knuckles turned white due to the force, and made a subtle but terrifying sound. Finally, this anger could no longer be suppressed, and he angrily slapped the gold-painted imperial table on the table. There was a loud "bang", and the whole hall was shaken, and even the air seemed to solidify at this moment.

On the exquisite imperial table, tea cups, jade plates and other items were shaken and scattered, and the fragments were scattered all over the floor, making a crisp and harsh sound, just like the broken trust and emotions between them. Chu Heng's face was ashen, and his eyes were like dragon eyes spitting fire, burning with anger, but also mixed with deep helplessness and pain. He knew very well that this palm not only hit the table, but also hit his own heart that once beat softly for Xie Chaochao.

The palace maids and eunuchs standing around were so frightened that they trembled all over and fell to their knees on the ground, not daring to breathe. The whole hall fell into deathly silence, with only the occasional low sobs and the faint sound of the wind in the distance, seeming to tell the story of love, hatred and vengeance in the depths of the palace.

Chu Heng looked at the empty doorway, feeling mixed emotions. He recalled the sweetness of his first meeting with Xie Chaochao, the days and nights they spent together, but now it seemed like a mirage, shattered at the touch of a finger. He didn't understand why the vows of love they once made had turned into such a tense and parting situation today. Could it be that the heaviness of power and status could really wipe out all the tenderness and love?

At this moment, Chu Heng felt angry and unwilling to see Xie Chaochao leave, and worried and reluctant about her future. He knew that this separation might be a farewell forever, and that the unforgettable love would gradually fade from each other's memory as time passed, becoming a dusty past. But even so, the love hidden deep in his heart was like a brand that could never be erased.

Empress Xie Chaochao, wearing a luxurious phoenix robe, but unable to conceal the subtle sadness and anger between her brows, set foot on the winding path back to the temple. The sun shone through the sparse clouds, dappled on her delicate face, but could not shine into her heart that was corroded by the cold. She walked steadily, and every step seemed to tell of the waves and unwillingness in her heart. That proud back looked lonely and stubborn in the breeze.

Recalling the conversation in the imperial study yesterday, every word of the emperor pierced her heart like a sharp knife. Emperor Chu Heng, the man who had watched the moon rise and set with her and made a vow to her, now sat on the dragon throne, with a cold and distant look, and said something that broke her heart: "Queen, you are the master of the harem, you should understand that in this vast world, I am the only one who reigns supreme. How could I not know what you are thinking? But how could you guess what I mean?"

Xie Chaochao felt mixed emotions. She had never expected that her husband, who had been gentle and considerate and had a harmonious relationship with her, would miss her so much. In her heart, Chu Heng was the one who was willing to pick the stars for her and watch the changing world with her. But now, his words "It's great to be an emperor" were like a blizzard in winter, completely freezing the warmth and hope in her heart.

Her fingers gently stroked the jade bracelet on her wrist. It was their token of love, but now it seemed like an irony. Xie Chaochao smiled bitterly, with a flash of determination in her eyes. She knew very well that in this deep palace, power and status were intertwined into an invisible net that bound everyone tightly. But she, Xie Chaochao, was definitely not a pawn that could be manipulated by others.

The palace walls along the way were towering, and every brick and tile seemed to tell of the majesty and ruthlessness of the royal family. She walked on this familiar yet unfamiliar road, but she felt an unprecedented firmness in her heart. She returned to the temple not only to seek spiritual comfort, but also to find a kind of power, a power that could allow her to remain herself and not be swallowed up in this game of power.

As the night deepened, the bells of the temple rang melodiously, as if they could wash away all the dust in the world. Xie Chaochao stood on the threshold of the temple, looking at the swaying lights, and an inexplicable courage surged in her heart. She knew that the road ahead was unknown and full of challenges, but she was ready to write her own legend with wisdom and tenacity.

For her, this trip back to the temple is not only a physical journey home, but also a spiritual awakening. Xie Chaochao secretly vowed that no matter what the future holds, she will live out her own style and let the high and mighty Emperor Chu Heng see that she, Xie Chaochao, is definitely not an ordinary person.

In the ancient and quiet temple, the afterglow of the setting sun lazily sprinkled on the mottled stone steps, covering this weathered building with a layer of light golden glow. In a corner of the temple, an old man in plain clothes, with a kind face and eyes revealing the wisdom and tranquility of the years, was quietly watching a young woman not far away - Xie Chaochao.

Xie Chaochao, a girl with a bit of stubbornness and indomitable spirit between her brows, was pacing back and forth in the yard in annoyance, as if she had thousands of words in her heart but didn't know where to start.