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

But the country is in trouble now, and as the emperor, I must lead the troops. When I return victorious, I will enjoy the sweet-scented osmanthus and this cake with my beloved concubine. "

He took a look and said nothing.

After saying that, Chu Heng put a piece of osmanthus cake into his mouth. The familiar and sweet taste instantly blossomed on his tongue, as if giving him infinite strength and courage. He clenched his fists tightly, his eyes became firm and sharp again, turned around and strode out of the imperial study, heading towards the battlefield full of unknowns and dangers, leaving only Concubine Xian alone, watching his back as he went away, tears flashing in her eyes, but also filled with endless pride and expectation.

This battle is not only a defense of the peace of the border, but also a test of the feelings of the two. In the flames and smoke of war, the story of Chu Heng and Liu Ruyan is like that plate of osmanthus cake, sweet and tenacious, which makes people yearn for it and move them.

Deep in the magnificent palace with carved beams and painted buildings, Concubine Su Wan'er stood quietly in a corner of the imperial garden, holding a tray in her hand, on which were placed several plates of delicate sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, with a lingering fragrance, as if even the air was filled with an indescribable tenderness and expectation. Su Wan'er was extremely beautiful, with skin as white as cream, eyes as clear as autumn water, and a gentle but slightly melancholy smile on the corner of her mouth, like the most beautiful flower in spring, waiting for the caress of the wind.

However, this stunningly beautiful woman is now facing a cold and extraordinary man - Emperor Chu Heng. Chu Heng, the emperor who controls the world, has an inviolable majesty between his eyebrows. His eyes seem to be able to penetrate people's hearts, but he ignores the beauty in front of him.

"Xianfei, your sweet-scented osmanthus cake has become more and more exquisite." Chu Heng's voice was cold and distant. He raised his hand gently, motioning Su Wan'er to put down the tray, "But I am busy today, you can leave first."

Su Wan'er's hand trembled slightly, and the tray gently touched the stone table, making a subtle but clear sound, just like the sound of her broken heart at the moment. She held back the tears in her eyes, trying to maintain her decency and dignity, and asked softly: "Your Majesty, tonight...will you come to my palace to enjoy the moonlight together?"

There was endless expectation and caution in these words, like a bird that was about to spread its wings and fly high but was afraid of falling, longing for a positive response. However, Chu Heng's eyes just passed over her face lightly, without stopping, and without warmth: "Xianfei, I have something important to deal with tonight, let's talk about it another day."

After saying this, Chu Heng turned around and was about to leave, his sleeves fluttering, leaving behind a resolute back, leaving Su Wan'er with only loneliness and endless night. Concubine Xian looked at the figure that was gradually going away, with mixed feelings in her heart, including reluctance, relief, and an indescribable sadness. She knew that although she was an imperial concubine, in this deep palace, even a simple companionship seemed so luxurious.

The night wind blew by, bringing a few wisps of coolness, and also rolled up a few fallen leaves on the ground. They danced in the moonlight, as if telling a story about love and waiting, hope and loss. And Su Wan'er still stood there, looking at the empty imperial road, until the moonlight stretched her shadow long, until the expectation in her heart slowly cooled down, turned into a wisp of light smoke, and drifted away with the wind.

For Su Wan'er, this night is destined to be the beginning of another long and lonely journey. In this deep palace, her story continues, full of unknowns and challenges, as well as endless excitement and expectations, waiting for every heart that is willing to listen to savor it carefully.

Deep in the magnificent palace, the figure of Emperor Chu Heng seemed particularly lonely and determined. His steps were neither hurried nor slow, but every step he took was on the ancient and heavy stone slabs of the Forbidden City, as if every step was telling of his endless longing and pursuit for someone. Chu Heng, the emperor who ruled the world, had no attachment to power at this moment. His world was so small that it could only accommodate one person - Empress Xie Chaochao.

Xie Chaochao, a name like the gentlest spring breeze, gently brushed Chu Heng's heart, leaving endless warmth and attachment. Her smile was more beautiful than any flower in the imperial garden; her voice was like the sound of nature, which could calm the most restless heart. However, this woman who made the emperor dream about her disappeared silently overnight, like morning mist, leaving Chu Heng with only an empty palace and endless mysteries.

Chu Heng didn't want to believe that the brightest light in his heart had left him. He ordered that the palace and even the entire empire should search for the whereabouts of Empress Xie Chaochao. The spies followed him like a shadow, shuttling through the alleys of the city and going deep into remote villages, leaving no corner untouched, just hoping to catch a clue about the queen. But as time went by, the spies who returned brought disappointment and emptiness again and again.

Chu Heng's heart gradually sank to the bottom with each fruitless search. He began to wonder if he had not done something well enough to make her want to leave. As night fell, he stood alone by the lake in the imperial garden. The moonlight was like water, sprinkling on his face, reflecting an indescribable sadness. The lake was sparkling, as if it was the surging thoughts in his heart, both the fear of the unknown and the desire for reunion.

At this moment, a breeze blew by, bringing with it the sound of a faint song from afar. That voice was so similar to Xie Chaochao's that Chu Heng's heart trembled. He followed the sound, passed through the winding corridor, crossed the quiet rockery, and finally came to a hidden garden. Under the moonlight, a woman in plain clothes was singing softly. Her back and posture made him sure that this was Xie Chaochao, whom he missed day and night.

However, when she slowly turned around, her eyes flashed with determination and resoluteness that Chu Heng had never seen before. At this moment, Chu Heng realized that Xie Chaochao's disappearance might not be accidental, but a choice deep in her heart. An adventure about freedom, love, and self-seeking has quietly begun. How will he, as an emperor, find his queen in this emotional whirlpool, or find their common future?

The emperor sat alone on the dark and deep dragon throne, surrounded by dim candlelight, and the air was filled with a depressing and heavy atmosphere. He sighed softly, and that sigh seemed to travel through endless time and space, carrying endless worries and searches, echoing in the empty and lonely palace.