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

Chu Heng's anger gradually dissipated in the woman's affectionate confession, and was replaced by deep confusion and complex emotions. He stared at the woman in front of him, trying to find the answer from her eyes, but found himself caught in this emotional whirlpool and unable to extricate himself.

"Love?" He murmured to himself, a hint of confusion in his voice, "Is there really such a pure and powerful force in this world that can make people forget everything and even return to the starting point regardless of everything?"

As the night deepens, the conversation in the pavilion seems to be gently wrapped in the moonlight, becoming the most private and touching secret in the world. Is this sudden reunion a joke of fate or a destiny? Everything remains to be revealed in time...

Deep in the magnificent palace, the moonlight shines through the exquisite window lattices, sprinkling on the palace with dragons and phoenixes, creating a mysterious and ambiguous atmosphere. Emperor Chu Heng, dressed in a dragon robe, with a bit of unknown tenderness in his majesty, is sitting beside a dragon chair inlaid with countless gems, his fingers gently stroking the soft black hair of a strange woman beside him. Her hair is like the most delicate black silk in the night, exuding a faint jasmine scent, which is completely different from any woman he usually comes into contact with.

Chu Heng's eyes were deep and complex, as if he could see into the deepest secrets of people's hearts. He opened his mouth slowly, his voice low and magnetic: "Do you know what love is?" This sentence was both a question and a test, more like looking for an answer that could touch the softest corner of his heart.

When the woman heard this, a subtle fluctuation flashed in her eyes. She raised her head slightly, and her pretty face looked particularly gentle and moving under the candlelight. Her voice was thin, but very firm: "I know, Your Majesty. Love, to me, is at this moment. I can feel the warmth of your fingertips and hear the sound of your heartbeat. Even in this magnificent but lonely palace, I can feel an unprecedented warmth and support. Now, I just love you."

Her answer was not flowery, but every word was like a pearl, and it touched Chu Heng's heart. He was slightly stunned, as if he was moved by this sudden sincerity, and a trace of imperceptible tenderness flashed in his eyes. In the hall, the air seemed to freeze, leaving only the gentle breathing of the two people and the occasional chirping of night birds outside the window, adding a bit of vividness and reality to this tense and subtle atmosphere.

Chu Heng slowly withdrew his hand, looking at the woman in front of him with complicated eyes, with mixed feelings in his heart. He had never thought that at the pinnacle of power, there would be someone who could touch his heart, which had long been hardened by power and responsibility, in such a simple and direct way. He smiled softly, with both relief and self-mockery in his smile: "Love is so simple and complicated. I seem to have begun to understand it."

The night was falling, the stars were twinkling, and the glazed tiles of the palace were gleaming with a faint blue luster under the caress of the moonlight, as if each tile carried an unknown secret. Emperor Chu Heng, wearing a dragon robe, with gold embroidery shining in the candlelight, revealed an unparalleled majesty between his brows, but was slightly tired from the busy day. He walked through the night, passing through the winding corridor, and the deep longing for Queen Xie Chaochao in his heart surged like a tide, making it difficult for him to calm down.

On such a quiet and slightly cool night, an unexpected encounter quietly took place. Chu Heng walked into a quiet garden in the harem. The moonlight shone through the sparse clouds and sprinkled on a woman. The woman had her back to him, with a graceful figure. Her long gauze dress swayed gently in the wind, like a fairy in the moon, unstained by dust. She was lowering her head and gently stroking the blooming tuberose in her hand. Her concentration and tenderness made Chu Heng mistakenly think that it was the queen Xie Chaochao he had been thinking about.

"Chao Chao, is that you?" Chu Heng's voice was filled with an unbelievable tenderness, and his steps could not help but quicken, almost trotting closer. The woman turned around when she heard the voice. Under the moonlight, her face was somewhat similar to Xie Chao Chao, but more beautiful and refined, with a lively light in her eyes that did not belong to the harem. However, in Chu Heng's mind, which was overwhelmed by longing, all of this was automatically ignored. He just wanted to grasp this sudden warmth.

Without waiting for the woman to react, Chu Heng stretched out his arms and hugged her tightly. A hint of surprise flashed in the woman's eyes, but more of confusion and hesitation. She wanted to break free, but seemed to be intimidated by Chu Heng's unique aura of an emperor. In the end, she could only let him lead her step by step to the brightly lit back hall.

In the back hall, the candlelight flickered, the place was magnificent, and the air was filled with a faint scent of ambergris. Chu Heng gently placed the woman on the soft brocade couch, as if treating the most precious treasure in the world. Overnight, the two seemed to be in another world, forgetting their identities and etiquette, only their hearts gradually warmed up as they got closer to each other. Chu Heng expressed his thoughts and love for "Xie Chaochao", and the woman, although full of doubts and struggles in her heart, could not help but indulge in this sudden warmth under his gentle gaze.

However, when the first rays of morning light came out and the first ray of sunlight penetrated the window lattice and shone into the magnificent back hall, everything was like a dream. The woman slowly opened her eyes and looked at Chu Heng who was sleeping beside her, with mixed feelings in her heart. She knew that the tenderness of this night was just a beautiful misunderstanding, and what was waiting for her would be the unknown waves of fate after the truth was revealed.

This one-night stand that was born out of misunderstanding was like a brilliant firework. Although short-lived, it left an indelible mark in the hearts of Chu Heng and the strange woman, and also added a legendary story full of excitement and regrets to the deep palace.

Emperor Chu Heng slowly woke up in the morning light of the second day. The golden sunlight shone through the complicated window lattices, dappled on his dragon robe, adding a touch of gentle color to this solemn palace. However, this tranquility was soon broken by a sudden surprise - he was shocked to find that a strange woman with a beautiful face and flowing eyes was lying next to him. Her long hair was like a waterfall, scattered on the brocade quilt, her skin was as white as snow, and it was faintly shiny in the morning light, like a fairy walking out of a painting, but with a bit of shyness that was not stained by the world.

Chu Heng sat up abruptly, his eyes full of shock and confusion. He subconsciously pulled the quilt tighter, his voice trembling with an imperceptible tremor: "You... who are you? Why are you here?" As he spoke, he tried to search his mind for any fragments of memory about this woman, but it was a blank.