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

Her hair was gently lifted by the breeze, bringing with it a hint of summer's unique heat and uneasiness. Sweat beads slowly slid down her delicate cheeks, dripping onto the bluestone slabs, evaporating instantly, leaving only circles of tiny water stains, just like her mood at the moment, anxious and helpless.

Xie Chaochao just wanted to stay here forever and thought about nothing else.

Seeing this, the old man slowly stood up, his steps steady and light, as if every step was in the rhythm of time. He walked to Xie Chaochao's side and whispered softly: "Chaochao, calm your mind and you will feel cool. All the troubles in this world come from an uncalm mind." His voice was gentle and deep, like a breeze in summer, blowing through the heart and bringing a subtle coolness.

Hearing this, Xie Chaochao stopped and turned his gaze towards the old man, his bright eyes flashing with doubt and expectation. The old man smiled and continued, "Look at the old tree in this courtyard. It has gone through wind and rain, but it is still standing tall. The reason why it can maintain a sense of coolness in the hot summer is because its roots are deeply rooted in the earth, and it has no distractions but only focuses on growing. People should be like this too. Only when the heart is peaceful can one resist the disturbance and heat of the outside world."

As he spoke, the old man raised his hand and pointed to a pool of clear water not far away. The lotus in the pool stood gracefully, its petals gently spread out, as if telling the beauty of a peaceful mind. "Look at the lotus again, it grows out of the mud but remains unstained, it washes in the water but remains unsullied. Even in the mud, it can still maintain its purity and nobility. This is the power of a peaceful mind, which can allow you to find a piece of pure land that belongs to you in this troubled world."

Xie Chaochao listened to the old man's words, and her heart was filled with ripples. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm herself down. Gradually, she seemed to really feel the coolness from inside out, and her irritability and anxiety gradually dissipated, replaced by unprecedented tranquility and relief.

At this moment, the last rays of the setting sun just happened to fall on her face, adding a bit of softness and tranquility to her. Xie Chaochao opened her eyes and looked at the old man, her eyes full of gratitude and respect. She understood that today's words were not only a comfort to her irritable mood, but also an important guide for her life.

Thus, in this temple full of ancient charm, a story about peace of mind and growth quietly unfolds, and all of this will leave an indelible mark in Xie Chaochao's heart.

Xie Chaochao, the once beloved imperial beauty, now like a peony that has left the flourishing branches, resolutely rejected the magnificent palace and chose to live in an ancient and quiet temple. Her decision caused a great uproar inside and outside the capital, especially touching the heartstrings of the high and mighty emperor, Chu Heng.

Chu Heng, a wise and powerful monarch with great power, has always lived in a world of war and red tape, and has never experienced such uncontrolled emotional fluctuations. From the moment Xie Chaochao entered the temple, his mood was shrouded in dark clouds. Every day when he reviewed the memorials, the red pen in his hand seemed to be as heavy as a thousand pounds, and every stroke revealed unspeakable irritability and anger.

In the dead of night, every corner of the palace was immersed in tranquility, except for Chu Heng's bedroom, which was brightly lit, reflecting his lonely and desolate figure. He, the emperor who was used to giving orders in the court and being the center of attention, could only drink to relieve his sorrow, one cup after another until his eyes were blurred. The longing and confusion for Xie Chaochao in his heart surged like a tide, almost drowning him.

"Why? Why did you leave me and go to that cold and lonely place?" Chu Heng murmured to himself, his voice filled with reluctance and sadness. The effect of alcohol made his thoughts confused, and he began to recall every beautiful moment he spent with Xie Chaochao. Those happy laughter, tenderness and tenderness have now turned into the sharpest knife in his heart, and every time he recalled it, it was a heart-wrenching pain.

The night was deep and long. Chu Heng was getting drunker and drunker. His anger and sadness intertwined and turned into an indescribable force, driving him to rush to the temple regardless of everything and bring Xie Chaochao back to his side, even if it was in the most brutal way, to keep the fading tenderness. However, reason eventually overcame impulse. He understood that the real cage was not the four walls of the palace, but the shackles in people's hearts.

In this way, Chu Heng wandered on the edge of drunkenness and sobriety, drinking every night, trying to find a way to Xie Chaochao's heart under the anesthesia of alcohol, even if the road was long and full of thorns, he was willing to try, just for the love hidden deep in his heart and unwilling to let go. And all this, for Xie Chaochao, who was in the temple and had a calm heart, might be a silent storm that was quietly changing the trajectory of his fate...

The night was as dark as ink, and the stars were twinkling. Chu Heng sat alone in an old bar under the dim light. There was noisy music and laughter around him, but it seemed that none of it had anything to do with him. He held glass after glass of strong liquor tightly in his hands, as if drinking up the endless thoughts in his heart. In his deep eyes, what was reflected was not the swaying figures around him, but the outline of another person - Xie Chaochao.

Every sip of wine was like carving a mark in his heart, which was about every bit of Xie Chaochao. Her smile was like the warmest sunshine in spring, which could easily penetrate the haze in his heart; her eyes were deep and bright, as if hiding the sea of ​​stars, which made people unable to extricate themselves once they fell into them. At this moment, Chu Heng's mouth corners unconsciously rose, it was a bitter and sweet smile, a remembrance of the good old days, and a regret for the unreachable present.

The lights in the bar danced on his face, casting mottled shadows, adding a bit of loneliness and desolation. The people around him seemed to be weaving one fantasy after another about reunion for him, but every time the fantasy was shattered, only a deeper loneliness was left. Chu Heng's eyes were sometimes blurred, sometimes clear, as if in this drunken haze, he could travel through time and space, walk side by side with Xie Chaochao in that familiar alley again, listen to her whispers, and feel the warmth from her fingertips.

However, reality is always cruel, and those warm pictures burst like bubbles at the slightest touch. Chu Heng lowered his head and drank the wine in the glass again. The spicy taste burned in his throat, but it was not as painful as the bone-eating longing in his heart. He knew that he was using alcohol to numb himself, trying to find a little comfort in drunkenness, even if that comfort was only short-lived and illusory.