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

Emperor Chu Heng sat high on the magnificent dragon throne, his deep eyes seemed to be able to see through all the vanity in the world, but at this moment, they revealed an unquestionable coldness. His eyes slowly fell on the prime minister kneeling in the center of the hall. Prime Minister Lin Yifeng, an old and majestic old man, was now full of astonishment, as if he couldn't believe his ears.

"Prime Minister," Chu Heng's voice was deep and powerful, and every word seemed to be carved out of ice, without any warmth. "I have said that in this vast world, only the country and the people can enter my heart. As for those beautiful women who bring disaster, I don't need them."

Chu Heng said with his eyes wide open.

This incident was unexpected and made him feel uncomfortable. From any angle, he felt it was very embarrassing.

That feeling made him even angrier!

When Lin Yifeng heard this, his face instantly turned livid, his beard trembled slightly, and a trace of uncontrollable anger flashed in his eyes. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down, but he could not hide his excitement in his words: "Your Majesty, you are wrong! Since ancient times, which emperor did not have three thousand beauties in the harem and six courtyards surrounded by beauties? This is not only related to the continuation of the royal bloodline, but also a symbol of national stability. How can Your Majesty ignore the family rules of our ancestors because of your own likes and dislikes?"

Chu Heng sneered, and the laughter echoed in the empty hall, with a bit of sarcasm and unruliness. "Family rules? If they were really that important, why would it be my turn to clean up this devastated country? In my heart, the only thing is how to make the people of this world live and work in peace and happiness, and how to make Chu stand at the top of the nations again. As for those illusory emotions, compared with my grand plan, they are nothing but floating clouds."

Lin Yifeng felt mixed emotions when he heard this. He knew the determination and means of this young emperor, and he also knew that once Chu Heng made up his mind, even ten cows could not pull him back. But as a prime minister, he could not watch the dynasty decline because of the emperor's paranoia. So, he spoke again, with a bit of pleading in his voice: "Your Majesty, I am not asking you to indulge in the land of tenderness, but I hope you can understand that the existence of the harem plays an immeasurable role in stabilizing the court and rallying the people's hearts. Please think twice!"

Chu Heng's eyes became deep and complicated, as if he was weighing something. In the hall, the atmosphere froze for a moment, and even the air seemed to be still. At this tense and almost suffocating moment, Chu Heng suddenly stood up, waved his sleeves, strode out of the hall, and left a cold word: "This matter will be discussed later."

Lin Yifeng looked at the emperor's departing back, feeling mixed emotions. He knew that this debate about the harem might have just begun. In this vortex of power, every decision could change the fate of the entire empire. A contest between emotion and reason, power and responsibility, was quietly beginning, and everyone involved could not stay out of it.

The emperor sat on the high dragon throne. In the magnificent palace, every beam and pillar was carved with intricate totems, which seemed to tell the glory and honor of the royal family. However, at the peak of power and glory, the emperor's eyes were like ice in winter, coldly scanning the ministers kneeling below.

"I am different from you after all." The emperor's voice was deep and powerful, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, with unquestionable majesty. He slowly raised his hand, and his fingertips gently tapped the dragon head carving on the handrail. The rhythm seemed to be telling of his inner struggle and helplessness.

"If it weren't for this throne, and if it weren't for these heavy responsibilities and constraints, I would rather be a free and easy wanderer. Whoever wants to be the emperor can take it!" There was an imperceptible bitter smile in the emperor's tone, and the smile disappeared in a flash, as if it had never existed.

When the ministers heard this, they were all shocked and looked at each other, not daring to speak. They had never seen the emperor lose his composure so much and express his boredom with the throne so bluntly. In this vortex of power, everyone is struggling for survival and interests. Who can truly understand the pain in the emperor's heart?

The hall fell into a brief silence, with only the sound of the emperor hitting the dragon head echoing, like a sad piece of music, telling the story of an emperor who was teased by fate. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew through the hall, rolling up the dust on the ground, which seemed to foreshadow what was about to happen.

The emperor's eyes became deep and complicated at this moment. He seemed to see himself in his youth, the high-spirited and idealistic boy. At that time, he never thought that he would sit on this cold dragon throne and become the emperor above all others. However, fate pushed him to this position, forcing him to bear this heavy responsibility.

"Forget it, forget it." The emperor sighed, his voice filled with endless fatigue and helplessness. He knew that he could not change his fate and could only continue to play his role in this game of power. But in these long years, he still missed the free and carefree self he once was.

At this moment, the hall seemed to be shrouded by an invisible haze, and everyone's heart was filled with depression and anxiety. The emperor continued to sit on the high dragon throne, looking at this world full of power struggles and interest exchanges with his cold and deep eyes. In his heart, there was both nostalgia for the past and confusion and fear about the future. But no matter what, he had to persevere, because he was the emperor, the supreme ruler of this country.

In the dark and deep palace, the candlelight flickered, casting mottled shadows, as if even the air was frozen with unknown secrets. The prime minister, an old man who was powerful and known for his calmness, now looked pale, his hands clenched into fists, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. It was obvious that he was experiencing an unprecedented storm in his heart.

"Your Majesty, how could you think like that?" His voice was low and trembling, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, with disbelief and deep fear. His eyes, which were usually as sharp as an eagle, were now filled with indescribable panic, as if he had witnessed the most incredible thing in the world.

"The throne is the destiny of heaven and the ancestral system. How can it be changed so easily?" The prime minister's tone showed both his adherence to tradition and his desperate struggle with the status quo. He knew very well that if the emperor's idea came true, not only would the government be in chaos, but it would also likely trigger a bloody storm, and the country would be in an irreparable situation.