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

He stood up slowly, his figure staggering slightly, but his eyes revealed a kind of determination and resoluteness. Inside the wooden house, an oil lamp flickered, and the faint light cast mottled shadows on his resolute face, adding a bit of mystery and indomitable spirit. Xie Chaochao took a deep breath, as if to inhale the depth of the night and his own fatigue, and then slowly exhaled, leaving all the troubles and worries in this small space.

"Tomorrow is another new day," he muttered in his heart, with a faint smile on his lips, which was an expectation for the future and an encouragement to himself. He knew that no matter how bumpy the road ahead was, he could not stop, because in this long and unknown journey, only by moving forward can he find his own light and hope.

So, Xie Chaochao stepped onto the slightly old wooden bed, his body slowly sinking down with the depression of the mattress until he completely merged into this small world that belonged to him. He closed his eyes, letting the fatigue and sleepiness come like a tide, dragging him into a deep and peaceful dream. There, there was no dispute, no worry, only endless tranquility and freedom, as if the whole world had stopped for him.

Outside the wooden house, the night was still dark. Although the stars were hidden, their light remained bright, as if they were watching everything silently, waiting for the arrival of dawn, and witnessing Xie Chaochao's new day and a new beginning.

Outside the ancient and solemn imperial city, there is a quiet and peaceful temple, far away from the hustle and bustle, as if it is a piece of pure land in the world. Empress Xie Chaochao, a woman who once dominated the harem with her stunning appearance, was disheartened for various reasons and resolutely abandoned the magnificent palace and chose to find a trace of spiritual comfort and freedom in this ancient temple.

Emperor Chu Heng, the king who ruled the world, would always sit alone on the magnificent dragon throne in the dead of night, staring into the distance with empty eyes, his heart full of deep longing and confusion for the queen. He didn't understand why the lover who had enjoyed the full moon and beautiful flowers with him and had experienced the ups and downs with him suddenly chose to escape from the prosperous life that countless people dreamed of. Whenever thinking of this, Chu Heng couldn't help but sigh. That helplessness and sorrow could not be soothed even by the supreme imperial power.

One day, Chu Heng's depression reached its peak. He ordered people to fetch the fine wine that he had treasured for many years, hoping to numb his tormented heart with alcohol. As the night deepened and the moonlight was like water, he drank one cup after another until his eyes were blurred and his consciousness was blurred. At this moment, a breeze blew by, bringing a touch of unusual breath, as if some mysterious force was pulling him.

In the dim light, Chu Heng saw a woman in plain clothes walking slowly towards him. Her steps were light, as if she was walking on clouds. The moonlight cast a faint halo on her body, adding a bit of otherworldly temperament to her. When the woman came closer, Chu Heng could not help but be stunned, because her face was 80% similar to that of Queen Xie Chaochao, as if she had walked out of a dream, or was the incarnation of the Queen's soul.

At that moment, Chu Heng's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and all the drunkenness seemed to disappear at this moment. He stared at the woman intently, afraid that she would disappear without a trace in the blink of an eye. The woman's eyes were as clear as water, with a hint of sadness, as if she could see through the deepest secrets in people's hearts. She opened her lips gently, and her voice was like the sound of nature, but she didn't utter a word, but in an indescribable way, she conveyed a certain message to Chu Heng, which was an emotional exchange beyond words.

Chu Heng's heart was filled with complex emotions, including the joy of reunion and confusion about the current situation. He wanted to ask, but was afraid to break this rare tranquility and beauty. In the quiet night of the temple, the figures of the two were elongated by the moonlight, interweaving a picture full of mystery and romance, as if the whole world had stopped, leaving only two hearts beating silently, telling an unknown story.

Is this a coincidence or a chance encounter carefully arranged by fate? Why did the Queen Xie Chaochao appear in front of Chu Heng in this way? All of this is like a flower in the mist, waiting for the brave to unveil its mysterious veil and explore the truth and mystery.

As night fell, the glazed tiles of the palace glowed coldly under the faint moonlight, as if even the air was frozen with an ominous omen. Emperor Chu Heng, a majestic and somewhat aloof monarch, was standing alone in the pavilion of the imperial garden at this moment, his eyes were like torches, piercing the night, as if he was waiting for something, and as if he was avoiding something.

A breeze blew by, bringing a fresh fragrance that did not belong to the deep palace. Then, a woman in a veil and with a hazy face slowly walked into the pavilion. The moonlight outlined a soft and mysterious outline on her body. Chu Heng's pupils shrank suddenly. He could hardly believe his eyes - the woman in front of him was surprisingly similar to the dignified and noble Queen Xie Chaochao in his mind, who had been missing for many days.

"Who are you?" Chu Heng's voice was low and hoarse, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, with indescribable anger and unwillingness, "Why do you dare to pretend to be my queen?"

The woman trembled slightly, but did not retreat. She slowly raised her head, her clear eyes flashing with determination and tenderness. "Your Majesty, I am Xie Chaochao." Her voice was soft but firm, as if it could penetrate the deepest barriers of people's hearts.

Chu Heng's face darkened instantly when he heard this. Anger surged in his chest, almost breaking through the shackles of reason. "How dare you come back!" He shouted angrily, questioning, with deep despair and confusion in his tone. "I ask you, why did you leave me when I needed you the most? Why are you willing to come back now? Is it just because... you fell in love with me?"

The woman shook her head gently, with a complex emotion flashing in her eyes, which was a memory of the past and helplessness about the current situation. "Your Majesty, you know that although the palace walls are magnificent, they are also full of thorns. I thought that I could find a place of freedom by escaping from here, but I found that the only one I care about is you, Your Majesty. This love transcends life and death, transcends time and space, and I can no longer escape."

Her voice floated gently in the night wind, and every word was like a carefully carved pearl, falling into Chu Heng's heart, stirring up ripples. The silence around seemed to be infected by this deep affection, and even the wind slowed down its pace, quietly listening to this unknown secret.