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

The emperor sat on the dragon throne, his figure lengthened by the candlelight, looking particularly lonely and majestic. His eyes were deep, as if he could see into the deepest secrets of people's hearts. The corners of his mouth curled up into a meaningful smile, which hid unknown determination and calculation. "Prime Minister, the world is unpredictable, and people's hearts are hard to predict. Since ancient times, every change of the throne has been accompanied by a reshuffle of power. I, too, have my own difficulties and considerations."

Upon hearing this, the prime minister's body swayed and he almost fell to the ground. He had never thought that the monarch who had fought side by side with him and ruled the world together would have such thoughts. The air around them seemed to freeze, leaving only the heavy and rapid breathing of the two people, echoing in this empty hall.

"But...but, Your Majesty, have you forgotten our common oath? To seek welfare for the people and to protect this country! If you abdicate, the world will be in chaos and how will the people live in peace?" There was a hint of pleading and unwillingness in the prime minister's voice. He tried to use the past friendship and the sense of responsibility to the country to awaken the emperor's original intention.

However, the emperor's eyes became more determined, as if he had made an irreversible decision. "Prime Minister, you and I are both mortals, and we cannot change our fate. But once you embark on a path, there is no turning back. I have made up my mind, and you don't need to say anything more."

At this moment, the atmosphere in the palace was extremely tense, as if a string could break at any time. The prime minister looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar monarch in front of him, with mixed feelings in his heart. He knew that a storm concerning the fate of the country was quietly brewing, and he had to find his own position and way out in this storm...

In the magnificent and magnificent court, the sun shines through the intricately carved window lattices and sprinkles on the mirror-like marble floor, adding a touch of warmth and mystery to this solemn place. The prime minister, an old but vigorous man, wears a luxurious purple court robe, with fluttering sleeves, as if the dust of history has gathered on him. He slowly stands up from the exquisite dragon throne. Although his figure is slightly hunched, the determination and wisdom in his eyes are enough to illuminate the entire hall.

The prime minister gently folded his hands and placed his fists in front of his chest. Every movement revealed unquestionable solemnity and majesty. His voice was deep and magnetic, like the sound of an ancient bell, echoing in the empty hall. He spoke clearly and powerfully: "In this world, only you, the emperor, can sit firmly on the throne, rule the people, and give orders to all directions!" Every word seemed to be endowed with a thousand pounds of force, hitting the hearts of every minister heavily, making people feel awe.

Suddenly, the prime minister's tone changed, and a sharp look flashed in his eyes, as if he could see into the deepest secrets of people's hearts: "You, the honorable emperor, are going to hand over this supreme throne to Queen Xie Chaochao, who once stood shoulder to shoulder with you but is now in the harem?" These words, like a thunderclap, exploded in the court, instantly igniting the tense atmosphere in the air.

In the court, the ministers looked at each other and talked about it. Some were shocked, while others speculated secretly. Empress Xie Chaochao, a legendary woman, her name was once a good story in the hearts of countless people, but now, she was mentioned to be connected with the throne. How could this not shock people?

The prime minister's words, like a sharp blade, cut through the calm on the surface, exposing the undercurrents hidden deep in the court. A complex expression flashed across the emperor's face. Was it hesitation, struggle, or a hidden determination? At this moment, the entire court seemed to freeze, and everyone's breathing stopped, waiting for the emperor's response.

Emperor Chu Heng nodded gently, his deep eyes flashing with complex and indiscernible light, as if at this moment, all the changes in the past were condensed in this moment. He spoke slowly, his voice was low and magnetic, and every word was like a heavy hammer hitting the hearts of everyone present: "This throne originally belonged to Xie Chaochao."

As soon as these words came out, the hall suddenly became so quiet that even the sound of breathing seemed to be frozen. The ministers looked at each other, their eyes full of shock and confusion. You know, Xie Chaochao, the woman who was once famous for her wisdom and courage, was once a heroine in the hearts of countless people, but because of a sudden change, she quietly retired and there was no news of her again. Now, the emperor actually compared her with the supreme throne in this golden palace in front of the world. How could it not be shocking?

Chu Heng's gaze seemed to penetrate the barriers of time and space, returning to that turbulent era. At that time, he was just an unknown prince, while Xie Chaochao was already a famous female general with a large army. If it weren't for that accident, if she hadn't been seriously injured in that decisive battle, leading to an unexpected pregnancy, her health deteriorating, and she could no longer take on the responsibility of governing the country, the throne might really be in her pocket.

"If she hadn't been pregnant and her body was no longer suitable for the heavy state affairs, how could I, Chu Heng, have taken this position?" Chu Heng's tone was filled with a hint of bitterness and helplessness. He knew very well that the reason he could sit on the throne was not entirely due to his own ability and wisdom, but more because of the tricks of fate and Xie Chaochao's sacrifice. He would never forget this kindness.

Recalling the days when he fought side by side with Xie Chaochao, those moments of life and death, Chu Heng's heart was filled with an indescribable emotion. How he wished that he could see her heroic figure again, hear her sonorous voice, and govern the country with her, so that the people could live and work in peace and contentment, and the world would be peaceful and prosperous.

However, reality is always cruel. Xie Chaochao has gone, leaving behind only the legendary story and the eternal regret in Chu Heng's heart. He secretly vowed to make the country more prosperous to comfort Xie Chaochao's spirit in heaven and let the world know that even the arrangement of fate cannot stop Chu Heng from pursuing his ideals.

In a quiet temple with towering ancient trees and lingering incense, Xie Chaochao sneezed inadvertently. The sound echoed in the empty hall, like a sudden spring breeze that gently stirred the stagnant air in the hall. The sudden sound attracted the attention of the people who were praying devoutly around, with curiosity and confusion in their eyes. Xie Chaochao's face instantly turned red. She realized that she had broken the tranquility in this solemn place. She quickly put her hands together, with apology and shyness flashing in her eyes. She apologized softly to the people who looked at her one by one, with a soft and sincere voice, like a drizzle in spring moistening a dry heart.