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

The woman was frightened by the sudden question and trembled slightly. Her cheeks were instantly stained with two delicate red clouds. She lowered her eyelids, her long eyelashes fluttering gently, just like the most delicate peach blossoms in spring, and she wanted to speak but hesitated. After a moment of silence, she finally mustered up the courage and answered in a voice as thin as a mosquito: "My name is Wanxi. Last night... I was brought into the palace by mistake. When I woke up, I was already here. I really don't know what to do..."

As Wanxi spoke, a faint fragrance spread in the air, interweaving with the fragrance of ambergris, creating an indescribable charming atmosphere. Chu Heng heard the words, and the shock in his heart subsided a little, and a trace of inexplicable pity rose. He looked carefully at the woman in front of him. There was no cunning or calculation in her clear eyes, only pure panic and helplessness, which made him more confused about what happened last night.

"By accident? This palace is as deep as the sea, and the guards are strict. How could it be so easy to..." Chu Heng's words were full of doubt, but more of curiosity and exploration of this unexpected woman. He realized that he had to find out the truth as soon as possible, so as not to make this matter a laughing stock in the court, and he didn't want to let innocent people be involved in the whirlpool of the court.

Just as Chu Heng was about to inquire further, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps outside the bedroom, accompanied by the eunuch's low report: "Your Majesty, the commander of the Royal Guards requests to see you, saying that there is urgent military information that needs to be reported immediately." This sudden change made the already complicated situation even more confusing. Chu Heng's expression instantly became solemn. He glanced at Wan Xi, who was still shy, and wondered in his heart, was this unexpected encounter a joke of fate, or a chess game carefully laid out by fate?

Empress Xie Chaochao, wearing a gorgeous yet simple brocade robe, sat in a temple with towering ancient trees, surrounded by curling sandalwood smoke, like a fairy isolated from the world, or a mortal entangled in worldly troubles. The sunlight shone through the mottled shadows of the trees and sprinkled on her delicate face, adding a bit of softness and warmth to her, but it could not illuminate the faint sadness in her eyes.

Suddenly, an inexplicable cold wind swept past, rolling up the veil in the temple, bringing a bit of chill and indescribable subtlety, causing Xie Chaochao to sneeze involuntarily. This sudden chill caused ripples in her heart, as if she was being spied on and talked about, but it was like seeing flowers in the fog, unpredictable. She rubbed her nose gently, frowned slightly, and thought to herself: "Who is it that is thinking about me in this faraway place? Is it a concubine in the palace, or the emperor who has not met for a long time?"

However, there was no other sound except the monks' low and long chanting. Everything seemed so quiet and solemn. Xie Chaochao smiled bitterly, shook her head, and put this inexplicable thought behind her. She knew that in the pure land of Buddhism, she should not be distracted and concentrate on worshiping Buddha in order to seek inner peace and transcendence. So, she adjusted her breathing again, put her hands together, closed her eyes and concentrated, and continued to immerse herself in the vast and boundless scriptures.

But this tranquility did not last long. With the sound of hurried footsteps outside the temple, a mysterious figure in a cloak quietly appeared outside the threshold, staring at the direction of the queen Xie Chaochao with a look of complex emotions and a secret that could not be told. This sudden change was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, stirring up waves and making Xie Chaochao's inexplicable feeling even stronger.

She slowly opened her eyes, looking through the veil, trying to catch the outline of the figure, and secretly guessed in her heart: "Could it be him? What is his intention under the witness of the Buddha?" This series of questions came like a tide, making Xie Chaochao's heart beat faster. The atmosphere of the entire temple became subtle and tense because of this sudden change. A story full of unknowns and challenges was quietly beginning...

Emperor Chu Heng, the emperor who was always known for his calmness and wisdom, was like a lion burning with anger at this moment, his eyes were red, his mouth was tightly pursed, and he was obviously extremely angry. He never thought that he would make such an absurd and unforgivable mistake in this magnificent palace, on this supreme dragon throne. That woman, that weak woman who was supposed to be just a tiny bit of color in his long life, has now become an indelible haze in his heart.

Chu Heng clenched his hands into fists, veins popping out, as if he wanted to concentrate all his anger and regret into these small fists. He gritted his teeth, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "Get out! Get out of here! I don't want to see you again!" His voice was low and powerful, echoing in this empty hall, with unquestionable majesty.

However, anger did not calm his inner agitation. When he thought of that woman who dared to challenge his authority, a fierce look flashed in Chu Heng's eyes. He turned around abruptly and looked at the loyal guard beside him with a sharp gaze. The guard was wearing iron armor, holding a long sword, and his figure was upright, like an unshakable mountain.

"You," Chu Heng's voice was low and cold, as if it came from the underworld, "go, kill her for me. I don't want to see her alive in front of me again." There was no hesitation or delay in his tone, only determination and coldness.

The guard was slightly shocked when he heard this, but then he quickly regained his composure. He knew very well that the emperor's order was destiny and could not be disobeyed. So he nodded slowly and left with firm and powerful steps, each step stepping on Chu Heng's heart that was trembling with anger.

The hall was calm again, but underneath this calm was an endless turbulence. Chu Heng sat alone on the dragon throne, staring blankly ahead, with mixed feelings in his heart. He knew very well that this order was not only a verdict on the woman, but also a punishment for the fragility and weakness deep in his heart. And all of this would become a scar in his heart that could never be erased in the days to come.

The night was as dark as ink, and the moonlight was obscured by heavy clouds, with only a faint light occasionally shining through, adding a touch of weirdness to the deep palace. On a bluestone path rarely visited by people, a guard in gorgeous armor moved like the wind, with a long sword in his hand flashing with cold light, and quickly and accurately killed a mysterious woman who tried to sneak into the forbidden area. The woman was wearing a nightgown, her face covered by a black veil, leaving only a pair of terrified eyes, frozen in the last moment of her life.