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

After apologizing, Xie Chaochao took a deep breath and tried to calm her inner panic. She once again focused her eyes on the golden Buddha statue in front of her. The Buddha statue had a compassionate face and deep eyes, as if it could see through all the troubles and sorrows in the world. Xie Chaochao silently prayed for the well-being of her family and her own wishes, slowly raised the incense in her hand above her head, and carefully inserted it into the incense burner. The incense rose up and intertwined with the smoke in the hall. The air was filled with a faint sandalwood scent, which made people feel peaceful.

However, in this tranquility, Xie Chaochao's heart was disturbed. She couldn't help but wonder, who was "greeting" her in such a subtle way from such a long distance? Was it an old friend who missed her from afar? Or was it someone who had offended her inadvertently and was secretly complaining? This sudden "curse" was like a puzzle, making her thoughts drift away, with a bit of curiosity and a hint of uneasiness in her heart.

Just as Xie Chaochao was immersed in her own thoughts, a breeze blew by, causing the prayer flags in the temple to sway gently, making a rustling sound, as if it was nature's response to this little episode. She retracted her thoughts and gazed at the Buddha statue again, with a warm current in her heart. No matter how turbulent the outside world is, there is always a piece of pure land here that can make people forget their troubles and find spiritual comfort. Xie Chaochao secretly told herself that no matter what challenges she encountered in the future, she must maintain a peaceful heart, just like every brick and tile in this temple, which has survived wind and rain but still stands.

So, she closed her eyes again, clasped her hands together, and silently prayed for blessings in her heart, allowing her soul to be thoroughly cleansed and purified in this sacred place. And the little mystery of "who scolded her" gradually drifted to every corner of the temple with the smoke rising from the incense burner, becoming an unknown and wonderful memory.

Empress Xie Chaochao, wearing a gorgeous brocade phoenix robe and a nine-phoenix pearl crown, sat on the temple's simple agarwood chair, looking forward with deep and complicated eyes. The temple was filled with incense, candlelight flickered, and the air was filled with a faint sandalwood scent, which made people feel peaceful. On a high lotus seat, a white-haired, kind-faced monk closed his eyes and muttered something. The sound of the scriptures was low and distant, like a call that traveled through thousands of years, directly hitting the softest part of people's hearts.

Xie Chaochao frowned slightly, feeling mixed emotions. She was once the mother of the world, enjoying all the splendor and wealth, but she also experienced the intrigues of court struggles and the ups and downs of emotions. Although she is now in this quiet place, the heavy burden in her heart does not seem to be lightened at all. She gently raised her hand, signaling the maid beside her to leave, leaving only herself and the monk sitting opposite each other, as if at this moment, everything in the world has stopped, and only the voice deep in her heart is echoing.

"Master," Xie Chaochao's voice was soft and slightly trembling, "Although I am in this pure Buddhist place, I still have thousands of troubles in my heart that I cannot get rid of. Master, what does it mean to truly let go?" Her eyes were full of desire and confusion, as if she was looking for a bright light that could illuminate the dark corners of her heart.

The monk slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were as clear as water, as if he could see through the root of all troubles in the world. He smiled slightly, and that smile was warm and tolerant, as if it could melt all the frost in the world. "Empress, letting go is not easy, nor can it be done overnight. Everyone says that letting go is liberation, but they don't know that before letting go, you must first be free of worries."

"No worries?" Xie Chaochao repeated these four words, with a glimmer of confusion and relief in her eyes. She thought back to her life, from a young girl to the mother of the country, every step she took was cautious, and every decision she made carried the fate of countless people. Those emotions that she thought she could let go of, those memories that she thought she had forgotten, now surged into her heart like a tide, almost suffocating her.

Seeing this, the monk shook his head gently and continued, "Your Highness still has worries in your heart. You can't let go of the past, and you are also worried about the future. However, true letting go does not mean erasing memories, but accepting them as part of life, not being burdened by them, and not being trapped by them. When you can face the past calmly, bravely face the unknown, and have no fear in your heart, then you are truly free of worries, and you have truly let go."

As the monk finished speaking, the temple seemed to become even quieter. Xie Chaochao closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to take the tranquility and wisdom into her heart. She seemed to see a beam of light rising from the bottom of her heart, penetrating through the layers of fog and illuminating the road ahead. At that moment, she felt unprecedented ease and relief, as if the whole world made way for her, and she finally found her own way to liberation.

Xie Chaochao felt as if the haze in her heart was gently blown away by a sudden spring breeze, and her mood inexplicably improved. She turned her head involuntarily, and was about to immerse herself in her own thoughts, but she unexpectedly caught a subtle but slightly hurried call. The sound was like the clearest bird song in the forest in the early morning, penetrating the surrounding tranquility and reaching her heart.

"Miss, Miss!" The voice became clearer and clearer, with a hint of imperceptible anxiety and joy. Xie Chaochao looked closely and saw a maid in a light pink dress walking towards her quickly. That person was Fuling, who was the most considerate and understood her thoughts. Fuling had a gentle smile on her face, and her bright eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts. At this moment, they were flashing with a strange light, as if conveying some important information.

"Fuling, what's wrong? Why are you in such a hurry?" Xie Chaochao's voice was full of curiosity and tenderness. She gently raised her hand and motioned Fuling to come closer. Upon hearing this, Fuling unconsciously quickened her pace. When she came in front of Xie Chaochao, she panted slightly, with an excitement on her face that was difficult to conceal.

"Miss, the Prime Minister is here! He is waiting in the hall now, and he said he has come to see you specially." There was a barely perceptible awe and joy in Fuling's words, as if the news itself was a precious gift, enough to bathe the entire mansion in an atmosphere of joy.

Xie Chaochao couldn't help but feel a ripple in his heart when he heard this. The prime minister was a man of great power and influence. Even his father had to be polite to him. But now, he came to visit him in person, just to see him? This sudden attention made Xie Chaochao feel surprised and a little uneasy.