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

"Go back?" Xie Chaochao murmured to herself, her voice drifting in the wind, like a sigh swallowed by the night. She knew that this decision would once again push her into that turbulent world, where love and hate intertwined, life and death contests, and emotional entanglements that she could not let go of.

The man in black waited quietly, his figure like a silent rock in the night, which was both a respect for Xie Chaochao's choice and a tacit approval of her fate. And Xie Chaochao, in this moment of silence, seemed to hear the voice deep in her heart, which was calling, struggling, and finally turned into an irresistible force, pushing her to take a step forward.

This step is both a farewell to the past and a welcome to the future. Xie Chaochao knows that no matter what is waiting for her ahead, she must move forward bravely, because this time, she is not only doing it for herself, but also for those emotions and responsibilities that she has forgotten but are deeply engraved in her heart and cannot give up.

Xie Chaochao sat quietly under the dim oil lamp. The occasional chirping of a night bird outside the window added to her loneliness. Her face looked particularly solemn under the dim light, and her clear eyes seemed to be able to see through all the hypocrisy and truth in the world. She thought seriously for a long time, and every subtle expression revealed her inner struggle and determination. Finally, she shook her head slowly, her voice was soft but firm: "I'm not going back."

The man in black standing opposite her was tall and straight, his face hidden under the shadow of his cloak, revealing only a pair of sharp eagle eyes. Upon hearing this, he raised a barely perceptible smile, as if he was not surprised by Xie Chaochao's answer. "The emperor cares about you very much." The man in black's deep voice echoed in the silent night sky, with a hint of barely perceptible warmth, but it seemed to hide a deeper meaning.

Hearing this, Xie Chaochao sneered, with both sarcasm and helplessness in her smile. Her eyes passed through the man in black, as if she saw the distant and deep palace, and the man who was high above and had power over the world. Her sneer revealed a deep irony: "You are concerned about the children." This sentence was like a sharp blade, gently cutting through the tranquility of the night, and also cutting through the thin disguise between the two.

She knew that she was just an insignificant chess piece in the palace, and her child was her only bargaining chip in this power game. The emperor's concern was just a desire for the bloodline that might inherit the throne in the future, rather than a true expression of love for her as a mother. Thinking of this, Xie Chaochao's heart couldn't help but ache, but her eyes became more determined.

The man in black was silent for a moment, as if he was thinking about something. After a moment, he sighed softly, with a barely perceptible regret in his voice: "Go away, the farther the better. You and I both know the emperor's methods." After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave. His figure gradually blurred in the night, leaving only a faint black shadow.

Xie Chaochao looked at the direction where the man in black left, feeling mixed emotions. She knew that this departure would be a complete break with the past, but she also understood that only in this way could she protect herself and her child from the endless power struggle. She took a deep breath, stood up, and with a firm and resolute look in her eyes, she took a firm step towards the unknown distance.

The night was still dark, but there seemed to be a beam of light in Xie Chaochao's heart, illuminating the road ahead. She knew that no matter how bumpy the road ahead was, as long as there was love in her heart, she would have the strength to face everything. At this moment, she was no longer the weak woman trapped in the palace, but a warrior who bravely moved forward for her children and freedom.

The night was as dark as ink, the moon was hidden, and the stars were hidden. A burst of hurried and heavy footsteps echoed in the empty palace alley, breaking the silence of the night. A man in black, wearing night clothes and his face hidden under the shadow of a hood, appeared in front of Xie Chaochao's bedroom silently like a ghost. His eyes were cold, and his voice was low and full of unquestionable majesty: "Miss Xie, the emperor has taken a new concubine, and I am sending you a message."

Xie Chaochao was sitting in front of a bronze mirror, holding an exquisite wooden comb in her hand, about to comb her long hair that cascaded like a waterfall. Hearing this, her movements suddenly paused, and the face reflected in the mirror instantly lost its color, but then, a sneer slowly bloomed on her lips, like the coldest ice flower in winter, beautiful but with a biting chill.

"In that case," she said in a calm and resolute voice, each word carrying a powerful force, "I will not return to the golden cage. Let's take the child back to the palace and see if he can find a trace of true warmth in the web of power and desire."

The man in black heard this and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, as if he had not expected Xie Chaochao to be so resolute. He was silent for a moment, as if he was weighing something, and finally said, "I will report Miss Xie's decision to the emperor. But I hope you know that once you take this step, you will have to go through thousands of mountains and rivers, and there will be no turning back."

A complex emotion flashed across Xie Chaochao's eyes, with uncertainty about the future and relief about the past. She gently put down the wooden comb in her hand, stood up, walked to the window, and stared at the garden outside the window caressed by the moonlight. It was the place where she and the emperor once enjoyed the moonlight and talked to each other, but now it has become the deepest scar in her heart.

"The way back?" She whispered, her voice so soft that it seemed like it would be blown away by the wind. "If that is a road paved with freedom and sincerity, I would rather never turn back. My child is my only warmth in this cold palace, but I don't want him to become a victim of power. Let him go and find his own sky, and I will also embark on a journey to find myself and true love."

As the figure in black gradually faded away, Xie Chaochao's heart also flew away. She knew that this night would not only determine her fate, but also open a new chapter full of unknowns and challenges. On this stage where power and love intertwined, she, Xie Chaochao, would write a legend of her own in her own way.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the window lattice, sprinkling on Xie Chaochao's furrowed brows, adding a touch of sadness to the quiet room. She slowly sat down on the carved wooden chair, her figure elongated, looking particularly lonely. Occasionally, the laughter of children playing could be heard outside the window, but it was like a sharp blade, cutting her almost broken heart again and again.

Xie Chaochao's thoughts were like a wild horse running wildly across the endless grassland, unable to stop. She kept replaying the heartbreaking news in her mind - Chu Heng, the man who had sworn to spend the rest of his life with her, was about to take a concubine.