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

She looked into the distance involuntarily, and the prime minister's majestic and deep face appeared in her mind, with mixed feelings in her heart. Is it a blessing or a curse? In this thought, it seems that countless possibilities are unfolding in front of her, like a series of gorgeous paintings, which are both tempting and frightening. But no matter what, Xie Chaochao knows that at this moment, she must face it bravely, because no matter what the future holds, she is the daughter of the Xie family, a woman with her own pride and persistence.

So she nodded gently and said to Fuling, "I understand. You go and prepare the tea first. I'll be there later." After that, Xie Chaochao turned around and walked towards the hall with firm steps. Every step she took showed her unique style and determination, as if she was telling the world that no matter what the wind and rain, she would move forward bravely and fearlessly.

Xie Chaochao slowly walked out of the temple with towering ancient trees and lingering incense. The sunlight shone through the sparse clouds and sprinkled on her body, giving her a layer of light golden glow. Her steps were light and firm, as if every step was on the dust of time, but not stained with the slightest worldly air.

Prime Minister Li Mufeng was waiting anxiously outside the temple gate. His usually dignified face was now full of worry, and his eyebrows were twisted into a "chuan" shape, as if a heavy burden was pressing on his heart. The moment he saw Xie Chaochao, his eyes lit up instantly, and then quickly dimmed. The complex emotions intertwined, making it difficult for him to speak.

"Miss Chao Chao," Li Mufeng's voice was low and hoarse, as if every word was squeezed out from the depths of his throat with difficulty, "I have a favor to ask of you."

Xie Chaochao stopped, her eyes were gentle but with a barely perceptible firmness. She raised her hand slightly, signaling the prime minister to continue.

"The Emperor... The Emperor has decided not to take any more concubines for your sake." Li Mufeng's voice was filled with helplessness and pain. "This is a royal affair that concerns the stability of the country, but the Emperor insisted on doing it because he has you in his heart. But Miss Chao Chao, do you know the risks behind this? Once this matter is used by someone with ulterior motives, it will not only endanger the Emperor's reputation, but it may also shake the foundation of the country!"

At this point, Li Mufeng's eyes reddened slightly. He knew very well that as a subject, he should have dissuaded the emperor, but facing Xie Chaochao's eyes as clear as water, how could he bear to push all the responsibility to her?

Xie Chaochao's expression did not change when he heard this, he just sighed softly, that sigh seemed to have traveled through a thousand years of time, carrying endless sorrow and determination. "Prime Minister, Chaochao knows how serious this is. However, the relationship between the emperor and I is so deep that it cannot be expressed in words. Although I am in the rivers and lakes, my heart is in the court. I don't want to become a hindrance in the emperor's heart, and I don't want to affect the people of the world because of my own selfishness."

Her tone was calm and resolute, and every word seemed to flow from the bottom of her heart, with unquestionable power. The sunlight danced on her face, reflecting her delicate and resolute face. At that moment, she seemed no longer the wandering woman, but a heroine with a heavy mission.

"But please rest assured, Prime Minister," Xie Chaochao continued, with wisdom in his eyes, "Chaochao has his own way to protect the emperor and live up to his deep affection. However, I still need your understanding and help for the twists and turns and difficulties involved."

Li Mufeng was moved and admired when he heard this. He looked at the seemingly weak but in fact tenacious woman in front of him, knowing that she was ready to face the unknown and challenging future.

"Okay, Miss Chao Chao," Li Mufeng took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind. "I am willing to support you with all my strength. I only hope that you can live up to my trust and protect our emperor and our great country."

The prime minister's figure slowly stretched out in the afterglow of the setting sun, like a heavy and ancient painting, gradually fading from the prosperity and noise of the Forbidden City. Every step he took was steady and powerful, as if he was carrying the rise and fall and future of the entire dynasty. There were countless unknown secrets and plots hidden in his back. Xie Chaochao, the princess who grew up in the deep palace, fixed her eyes on the receding back with mixed feelings.

She stood at the gate of this magnificent yet lonely palace, with carved beams and painted buildings beside her and layers of glazed tiles in front of her, gleaming coldly and mysteriously in the sunset. A breeze blew by, gently stirring her intricate and exquisite palace dress, and seemed to whisper in her ear, telling the secrets of the past and the future.

"Xiao Cui," Xie Chaochao's voice was cold but with a hint of tenderness that was hard to detect. She called softly, her eyes still not moving away from the direction where the prime minister disappeared, "Prepare the sedan chair, we are going back to the palace."

Upon hearing this, the maid Xiao Cui responded quickly, with a hint of curiosity and awe in her eyes. She knew her princess's temperament very well. Although she looked weak, she was actually tenacious and had great ambitions hidden in her heart. Xiao Cui quickly gave orders, and soon, a gorgeously decorated sedan chair stopped steadily in front of Xie Chaochao.

Xie Chaochao slowly turned around and stepped into the sedan chair. At that moment, her eyes became extremely firm. The curtain of the sedan chair fell gently, isolating the outside world from prying eyes, and it seemed to build a world that belonged only to her. In this world, she was no longer the princess bound in the deep palace, but a warrior who was about to set off a storm and change the fate of the dynasty.

With the steady steps of the sedan bearers, the sedan slowly lifted up and passed through the narrow corridor between the palace walls. Every step seemed to be stepping on the vein of history, echoing the symphony of the past and the future. Xie Chaochao closed her eyes to rest, but scenes flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern: the deepness of the prime minister, the expectations of her father, the suffering of the people... All of these turned into a burning flame in her heart, driving her to keep moving forward.

Xie Chaochao, the stunning beauty who was famous in the capital, finally set out on her journey home after months of missions to the frontier. Her figure lengthened in the afterglow of the setting sun, and every step seemed to be filled with endless longing and expectation. Within the palace walls, Emperor Chu Heng's heart had already been beating as fast as a drum. He could hardly contain his inner ecstasy, pacing back and forth in the magnificent palace, his eyes occasionally piercing through the carved window lattices, looking towards the distant horizon, as if to take in the returning figure in advance.

When the first scent of Xie Chaochao drifted to the palace gate, Chu Heng's heartbeat accelerated instantly. He almost instinctively rushed out of the hall, completely ignoring the astonished eyes of the servants behind him. His figure drew a quick and firm arc on the palace road, and every step seemed to tell of his deep longing and uncontrollable desire for Xie Chaochao.