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

Xie Chaochao frowned upon hearing this, with surprise and reluctance in her eyes. She tried to pull her hand back, but found that Chu Heng held it even tighter, as if he wanted to melt her bones and blood into his palm. Her voice was filled with bitterness and helplessness: "Your Majesty, why are you doing this? Chaochao is just a humble woman. How can I bear such heavy emotions from you?"

Chu Heng heard this and smiled bitterly. He knew that as an emperor, he owned the whole world, but he could not do as he pleased in this relationship. He slowly approached Xie Chaochao and whispered, "Chaochao, do you know? I can abandon everything in this world, but you are my only obsession in this life. Even if this love will bring you and me into an irretrievable situation, I am willing to accept it."

In the hall, the candlelight flickered, and the two figures looked particularly lingering in the interweaving of light and shadow. The air was filled with a subtle tension and affection, as if a storm was about to come, but with a suffocating beauty. Chu Heng's love was like a raging water, both gentle and fierce, causing ripples in Xie Chaochao's heart. She knew that she could not escape. This vortex of love and hate was destined to entangle the two tightly until the end of their lives.

At this moment, the palace is no longer a symbol of power, but has become the stage for their emotional entanglement. Every detail, every ray of light and shadow, is silently witnessing this love that transcends identity and norms. People can't help but be moved and yearn for it, but also worry about the upcoming unknown challenges.

As night fell, the glazed tiles of the palace glowed with a faint blue luster under the weak moonlight, as if even the air was frozen in a depressing and subtle atmosphere. Xie Chaochao, the imperial concubine who once captivated everyone with her stunning beauty and amazing talent, was now standing in the depths of the imperial garden. The moonlight outlined her slender and stubborn figure, forming a sharp contrast with the magnificent palace behind her.

Emperor Chu Heng, wearing a dragon robe that swayed gently in the night wind, his deep eyes flashed with complex emotions, as if he had thousands of words to say but couldn't. He slowly approached Xie Chaochao, and every step seemed to step on the sweetness and bitterness of their past. The air was filled with an indescribable sadness.

"Chao Chao, you really..." Chu Heng's voice was low and hoarse, as if every word carried a thousand pounds of emotion. He stretched out his hand, wanting to gently touch the face that haunted him as usual.

However, Xie Chaochao suddenly threw her hand away, and the action was decisive and resolute, as if she had cut off a lingering past. "Your Majesty, please respect yourself." Her voice was cold and firm, and every word was like cold water dripping from an iceberg, hitting Chu Heng's heart directly, "I have already said that I no longer like you, please leave."

Under the moonlight, Xie Chaochao's eyes flashed with an unusual light, which was resolute and relieved. She turned around, with her back to Chu Heng, and looked at the endless darkness in the distance, with mixed feelings in her heart. The love she once had surged like a tide, and then quickly receded, leaving only a desolate heart. She knew that this relationship was like a kite with a broken string, and it could never be saved.

Chu Heng was stunned. He had never thought that the woman who had once leaned on him and smiled like a flower would one day speak to him in such cold words. His heart was broken, but he still tried hard not to let the tears fall. He knew that once Xie Chaochao made a decision, there would be no turning back.

The silence around was torn apart by this heavy emotion, and the night wind seemed to become even more fierce. Chu Heng slowly withdrew his hand, his eyes revealing deep helplessness and reluctance. He took a deep breath, turned around, and walked step by step towards the depths of the dimly lit palace. Each step was extremely heavy, as if he wanted to bury this unforgettable love forever in this endless night.

Xie Chaochao still stood there, watching Chu Heng's back as he walked away, with complicated emotions surging in her heart. She knew that this separation would be forever. But she knew even more clearly that for the sake of her own freedom and dignity, she had to make such a choice, even if this road was destined to be lonely and long.

As the night falls, the silver-plate-like moon hangs high in the deep sky, casting a soft and cool light, covering the earth in a hazy veil. Xie Chaochao, a woman in the deep palace, stands alone in a corner of the courtyard, with a brocade gown casually draped over her shoulders, her sleeves swaying gently in the wind, as if she is the loneliest scenery in the night. Her eyes travel across the boundaries of time and space, fixed on the distant and mysterious moon. What is revealed in her eyes is not only awe of the vast universe, but also an indescribable desolation and loneliness.

It was quiet all around, with only the occasional chirping of a night bird breaking the silence, adding a bit of emptiness and loneliness. Xie Chaochao's heart seemed to sink into an endless abyss along with the night, with a myriad of thoughts, recalling the past, those days of laughter and tears, now all turned into a faint sadness under the lonely moon in front of him.

Just as she was immersed in her own world, unable to extricate herself, a slight sound of footsteps broke the silence. A heroic guard in iron armor slowly approached with steady steps. The long sword in his hand gleamed coldly in the moonlight, adding a bit of majesty and uneasiness to the quiet night. His arrival seemed to indicate that something unusual was about to happen.

The guard stopped not far from Xie Chaochao and bowed respectfully. His voice was low and powerful: "Your Majesty, the Emperor has specially given you an item. May it bring you good luck and happiness." As he spoke, he slowly stretched out his other hand, palm facing up. An exquisite heart-shaped knot lay there quietly, with a red rope wrapped around it and the knot tightly tied, symbolizing eternal love and commitment.

Under the moonlight, the knot seemed to be given life, emitting a soft and warm light, which formed a sharp contrast with the cold atmosphere around it. Xie Chaochao's eyes fell on the knot, and a flash of surprise flashed in her eyes, which was then replaced by a complex emotion. She knew that this was not just a gift, but also an expression of the emperor's deep affection for her, giving her a glimmer of warmth and hope in this desolate world.

At this moment, the night wind seemed gentler, the moonlight seemed brighter, and everything became different because of this knot. A warm current surged in Xie Chaochao's heart, which was a vision of the future and a release from the past. She slowly stretched out her hand and gently took the knot, as if she was holding the tenderness and beauty of the whole world. She secretly vowed in her heart that no matter how bumpy the road ahead was, she would go on firmly, for this rare affection and for the immortal dream in her heart.