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

Chu Heng heard this and a complex emotion surged in his heart. He knew very well that what the queen said was true, the war on the border was urgent and the situation was precarious, but as the king of a country, how could he let his queen take risks?

However, Xie Chaochao's determination seemed to be stronger than Chu Heng imagined. She kowtowed again, with a trembling voice: "Your Majesty, I have made up my mind. Please make it happen. Although I am a woman, I am willing to serve the country to repay your grace."

Chu Heng looked at the queen who had been with him through thick and thin for many years, feeling mixed emotions. Finally, he sighed helplessly, slowly stretched out his hand, and took the heavy phoenix seal. At that moment, their eyes met in the air, as if there were thousands of words that could not be expressed.

"Okay, since you have made up your mind, I will obey you. But you must remember, no matter when and where, you are my queen, the queen of the Great Chu." There was an imperceptible tenderness and reluctance in Chu Heng's voice.

Xie Chaochao slowly walked out of the magnificent yet cold and lonely palace. Every step seemed to step on the fragments of memory, making a subtle and crisp sound. The moonlight was like water, lightly sprinkled on her shoulders, coating her thin figure with a layer of silver light, but also reflecting the indescribable complex emotions in her eyes. She turned her head involuntarily, her eyes passed through the layers of palace eaves, and finally fixed on the high dragon throne, where her husband, Emperor Chu Heng, sat.

The crying of the child seemed to still echo in her ears. That was her only concern in this deep palace, and it was also the softest part of her heart. Xie Chaochao knew that although the palace was large, it could not accommodate a mother's longing and reluctance for her child. But after countless sleepless nights of thinking and struggling, she finally came to the conclusion: leaving the child to Chu Heng might be the best arrangement for him. As an emperor, Chu Heng could give the child a vast world and endless resources that she, a woman imprisoned in the deep palace, could never provide.

Just as she turned around and prepared to embark on the road to freedom but also the unknown, a sudden gust of wind swept up the fallen leaves on the ground, bringing an ominous premonition. Xie Chaochao's heartbeat accelerated involuntarily, and an inexplicable sense of crisis enveloped her heart. Before she could react, a black shadow rushed out from the darkness like a ghost, with an astonishing speed, and almost in the blink of an eye, it had already approached her side.

"Who?" Xie Chaochao exclaimed, but before she finished her words, a powerful force suddenly attacked her and hit the back of her head. She felt a black screen in front of her eyes, and the whole world seemed to collapse at this moment. All her consciousness and emotions were dragged into a bottomless dark abyss by an invisible force.

In the last moment before she lost consciousness, countless images flashed through her mind: the smiling face of the child, Chu Heng's majesty, and the palace wall that she once thought she could escape from... All of these turned into nothingness as her body fell. And the pair of cold eyes behind her flashed with smugness and sinister light in the night, as if foreshadowing that this sudden change was just the prelude to a bigger storm...

Thus, a story about love, hate, power struggle and the glory of motherhood quietly began on a dark and windy night, waiting for the brave to unveil its mysterious and exciting veil.

Xie Chaochao slowly opened her eyes again. Everything around her seemed to be shrouded in a hazy mist. She turned her heavy head with great effort, and felt a sharp pain surging like a tide, impacting her fragile consciousness. In the room, the candlelight flickered, and the dim light cast mottled shadows on the wall, adding a touch of weird atmosphere to this quiet space.

She struggled to sit up, but found that her whole body was weak, as if every inch of her muscles were protesting. Memories were pieced together in her mind like fragments. She vaguely remembered that she was hit on the back of the head by a powerful force, and then fell into endless darkness. With an ominous premonition in her heart, Xie Chaochao endured the discomfort, supported herself on the edge of the bed with both hands, and finally stood up shakily.

The floor beneath her feet seemed to tremble slightly with her steps, but she had no time to care. She had only one thought in her mind: escape from here. She staggered towards the door, and every step felt like stepping on cotton, but the desire to survive made her persist and not fall down.

Just as her hand was about to touch the cold door, a rapid and heavy sound of footsteps came closer and closer, and then the door was suddenly pushed open, and a cold wind mixed with the noise of the outside world rushed in, making Xie Chaochao shiver. Standing outside the door was the Emperor Chu Heng, who was wearing a dragon robe and had a stern face.

The moonlight shone through the window lattice and onto his shoulders, casting a layer of silver light on him, but also reflecting the unquestionable majesty and depth in his eyes. Chu Heng's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, instantly locking onto Xie Chaochao, as if he wanted to see through her. He slowly stepped into the room, and every step was accompanied by a slight creaking sound on the floor. The air was filled with an indescribable sense of tension and oppression.

"Are you awake?" Chu Heng's voice was deep and magnetic, yet it contained a subtle chill. "I thought I would have to wait a little longer before I could see you awake."

Xie Chaochao's heart tightened. She didn't know why this high and mighty emperor appeared here, and she didn't know what her fate would be. But she knew that she had to stay calm and look for a glimmer of hope. So, she forced a smile, even though there was too much bitterness and helplessness hidden in that smile, "Your Majesty, why did you come to visit me so late at night? I wonder what you can do for me?"

Chu Heng did not answer immediately, but slowly approached until he was only a foot away from Xie Chaochao. He lowered his eyelids, as if examining the woman in front of him, with a look of inquiry and a hint of tenderness that was hard to detect. At this moment, the air in the room seemed to freeze, and time became unusually slow at this moment. A contest of life and death, power and emotion quietly kicked off...

Xie Chaochao walked in the moonlight and gently pushed open the carved wooden door. With a bit of confusion and surprise in his eyes, he looked at the emperor Chu Heng who was sitting in the house. He was wearing a dragon robe but did not show any majesty. Instead, he showed a gentleness and persistence. The moonlight shone through the window lattice, sprinkling on his shoulders, coating him with a layer of light silver light, as if even time had frozen at this moment.

"Your Majesty, why are you here?" Xie Chaochao's voice was filled with disbelief. She had never expected that this high and mighty emperor would appear in her humble residence on such a quiet night. Her eyes were filled with surprise and a subtle sense of vigilance, as if she was testing or avoiding something.