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

Xie Chaochao stood quietly in the hall, his eyes passing through the numerous and prosperous furnishings, and shot straight to the high and lofty dragon throne. On the dragon throne, Emperor Chu Heng sat upright like a pine tree, his brows revealing unquestionable majesty, but also mixed with a trace of imperceptible fatigue. Beside him, Concubine Xian had a graceful figure and a charming face, like the most gorgeous flower in spring, leaning against him in a gentle and delicate manner, as if the whole world was fascinated by her.

A complex emotion flashed in Xie Chaochao's eyes, which was a remembrance of the past, helplessness about the current situation, and deep worry about the unknown future. She took a deep breath, as if to suppress all her emotions in her heart, and then her voice rang out in the empty hall, with an indescribable indifference and determination: "Greetings, Your Majesty."

These four words were simple but heavy, like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, stirring up ripples. Chu Heng heard this and his eyes suddenly moved away from Concubine Xian and fell on Xie Chaochao's face, which was once familiar but now seemed particularly distant. His heart suddenly tightened, and it was an indescribable pain, as if something was tugging at his chest.

"No need to be so polite." Chu Heng's voice was low and gentle, with a barely perceptible tremor. He tried to use this tone to dissolve the coldness in Xie Chaochao, but he also unconsciously revealed the softness and reluctance in his heart.

Xie Chaochao did not stand up immediately, but lowered her head slightly, as if she was hesitating and struggling. At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and there was a subtle tension in the air, so intense that one could almost hear the sound of heartbeats. In the end, it was the unconcealable heartache in Chu Heng's eyes, like a ray of warm sunshine that penetrated the ice in Xie Chaochao's heart, causing her to slowly raise her head. Although the eyes that once sparkled with stars were dim at this moment, she still stubbornly refused to give in easily.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." She said softly. Although her voice was soft, it carried a power that could not be ignored. Then, she slowly stood up, her posture upright, like a lotus flower that still blooms proudly in the wind and rain, beautiful and tenacious.

At this moment, everyone in the hall felt the subtle change in the air, as if something important was quietly changing, and all this was just the beginning...

At dawn, the glazed tiles of the palace were still covered with crystal dewdrops, reflecting a faint glow, adding a touch of softness to this solemn place. Xie Chaochao, dressed in a simple and elegant brocade robe, walked lightly into the magnificent palace, with a look of determination and indifference in her eyes, as if she could penetrate all worldly constraints.

She slowly walked towards the throne carved with dragons and painted with phoenixes, and was about to sit down gracefully, but she heard a clear but sharp voice from the side: "Stop, Xie Chaochao!" The voice came from Concubine Xian, who was wearing gorgeous palace clothes, a nine-phoenix pearl crown on her head, her face was cold and beautiful, and her brows revealed a nobility and majesty that could not be ignored.

The corner of Concubine Xian's mouth curled up into a cold smile, her eyes were like knives, she stared at Xie Chaochao and said, "You, a mere woman, how dare you sit beside this dragon throne? Do you know that this throne is reserved for the royal family and nobles like us, how can a mortal like you easily get your hands on it?"

Hearing this, Xie Chaochao smiled faintly, her clear eyes sparkling with wisdom. She gently raised her hand, her fingertips brushing the delicate embroidery on her sleeves, her voice gentle but with unquestionable power: "Your Highness, what you said is wrong. Although I am not of royal blood, I am also a woman, one of the millions of women in this world. In terms of status, you are a concubine, so you are naturally superior to others. But in terms of gender, you and I are no different, both are weak women in the world."

Upon hearing this, the coldness between Concubine Xian's brows became even more intense. She smiled contemptuously, with a hint of provocation in her tone: "Humph, I am the Concubine Xian appointed by His Majesty himself. I have a noble status, so I can naturally enjoy this wealth and splendor. And you are just a daughter of a commoner. Even if you occasionally receive His Majesty's grace, it is only a flash in the pan. How dare you compare yourself with me?"

Xie Chaochao shook his head gently, his eyes flashing with a deep light, as if he could see into people's hearts: "Your Highness may have forgotten that everything in this world has its value and meaning. It does not depend on birth or status, but on the heart. Although I do not have a prominent family background, I have a tenacious heart, a heart that is willing to do my best for the people of this world. And this may be what Your Majesty values."

Before he finished speaking, the hall suddenly became so quiet that even the sound of a pin drop could be heard. Concubine Xian's expression was uncertain, as if Xie Chaochao's words had touched a string deep in her heart. The surrounding palace maids and eunuchs also looked at each other, not daring to breathe, and the whole hall was filled with a subtle atmosphere of tension.

At this moment, a majestic sound of footsteps came from outside the hall, breaking the silence. Everyone looked over and saw the emperor, wearing a dragon robe, walking into the hall with steady steps, his eyes deep, as if he could see through everything. His appearance instantly froze the atmosphere in the entire hall, and everyone's eyes were focused on him.

The emperor looked around, and finally his eyes fell on Xie Chaochao and Concubine Xian, and he slowly said: "I already know what happened today. Remember, no matter your status, you should win people over with virtue and win with talent. Xie Chaochao, although you are not a royal family, you care about the world, and I am very pleased. As for Concubine Xian, as the master of the harem, you should set an example and never use your power to oppress others."

These words were so powerful that everyone present was convinced. Concubine Xian's face changed slightly, but she had to bow her head in agreement. Xie Chaochao smiled calmly, thinking to herself that this silent contest might be just a small episode in her long life, but it was enough to make her more determined to continue to move forward bravely on this road full of unknowns and challenges.

In the magnificent Forbidden City, the afterglow of the setting sun shines through the exquisite window lattices, dappling on the carved beams and painted buildings, giving this solemn palace a soft and mysterious color. Xie Chaochao, wearing a gorgeous phoenix robe, with her hair tied high and surrounded by pearls and jade, sits on the throne of the queen, her eyes deep and calm, like a queen in control of the overall situation. Her sight slowly falls on the emperor Chu Heng, who is surrounded by ministers not far ahead. There are complex emotions in her eyes, and there is also a subtle edge hidden.

Chu Heng, the emperor who was above all others, was wearing a dragon robe, with a bit of unruliness in his majesty, and his brows revealed extraordinary heroism. At this moment, he was looking at everyone in the hall with an attitude of examining everything, as if he wanted to take in everyone's thoughts.