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

Xie Chaochao, a gentle and tenacious woman, resolutely embarked on the path of spiritual practice since the beginning of the turbulent times. She devoutly chanted Buddha and ate vegetarian food every day, as if she wanted to use this pure heart to wash away all the dust and suffering in the world. In order to seek a quiet place, she left the bustling and noisy capital, alone, carrying a simple bag, stepped into the deep mountains and old forests, and found a hidden cave as a place to escape from the world.

Although the cave is simple, it has its own unique flavor. The entrance of the cave is covered by vines, and it is difficult for outsiders to find its existence unless they look for it deliberately. Occasionally, a few drops of spring water slide down the stone wall inside the cave, making a clear and pleasant sound, which interweaves with the birdsong and insects singing outside the cave into a natural melody. Xie Chaochao works here from sunrise to sunset. Although his life is hard, his heart has gained unprecedented peace and satisfaction.

However, this tranquility did not last long. One day, when Xie Chaochao finished her daily practice and was about to close her eyes to rest, a breeze blew by, blowing the vines at the entrance of the cave and bringing news from the outside world. She subconsciously looked back and saw many ragged and pale-faced people on a winding path, some carrying the elderly and children, some carrying things on their shoulders and hands, and struggling to move towards the mountains. Their eyes were full of helplessness and desire, as if they were fleeing from an unspeakable disaster, and as if they were looking for a glimmer of hope for survival.

Xie Chaochao's heart was deeply touched by this scene. She realized that although she had stayed out of it, the suffering and struggle in the world had never really been far away. Those people, they may have once had good farmland and lived a rich life, but now they have to embark on this unknown and difficult journey in order to survive. Xie Chaochao's heart was filled with an indescribable emotion, including sympathy, responsibility, and an urge to do something for them.

She stood up, walked out of the cave, and walked towards the group of people. The sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves and shone on her body, giving her a layer of golden light. At that moment, Xie Chaochao seemed to no longer be the isolated practitioner, but a compassionate savior, ready to use her own power to warm the hearts of those suffering and light a lamp of hope for them.

Following her steps, a legendary story of redemption and hope quietly began in this ancient forest...

Xie Chaochao turned his head suddenly, his deep eyes flashing with doubt and concern, as if he could see through the slightest ripples in people's hearts. He stood on the ancient and solemn city wall, his clothes fluttering in the wind, like a handsome man walking out of a moving painting. Under the city wall, a dark crowd gathered like a tide, and the noise and prayers intertwined, forming a force that could not be ignored, rushing straight into the sky.

"Fellow villagers, why are you all gathered here?" Xie Chaochao's voice was gentle and powerful, penetrating the noise of the crowd and echoing clearly in everyone's ears. His tone was a bit puzzled and a bit worried, like a warrior who was about to step into the wind and rain, in awe of the unknown challenges he was about to face.

Upon hearing this, the people stopped what they were doing, their eyes showing endless expectation and trust. A white-haired old man trembled and squeezed out of the crowd. His face was full of traces of time, but his eyes were shining with the light of eternal hope. "My lord, we have come from all directions for one thing - to pray for peace in the world." The old man's voice was soft, but every word was sonorous, as if every word carried a heavy burden, which made people involuntarily moved.

As the old man finished speaking, the atmosphere in the crowd became more solemn and sacred. Some people put their hands together, closed their eyes and hummed, as if they were telling their wishes to the gods in the sky; some people looked into the distance with tears in their eyes, as if they were missing their relatives who were traveling far away, hoping that they would be safe and sound in this unknown storm. The children nestled in their parents' arms, their innocent eyes flashing with longing and curiosity for the future. They may not understand the hardships of the world, but the desire for peace is innate.

Xie Chaochao looked at the scene in front of him, and his heart was filled with indescribable emotions. He knew very well that this prayer, which brought together the voices of countless people, was not only for personal peace, but also a deep expectation for peace and prosperity for the entire country and the world. At this moment, he seemed to feel that every beating heart was resonating with him, and every prayer was cheering him on.

"Fellow villagers, I have heard your wishes." Xie Chaochao spoke slowly, and every word was like a spring breeze, warm and firm. "Please believe that as long as we work together to overcome the difficulties, this world will usher in long-term peace and prosperity."

Before he finished speaking, thunderous applause and cheers broke out from the crowd, as if responding to Xie Chaochao's promise and expressing a firm belief in a better future. At this moment, both the towering city walls and the weathered land beneath their feet were closely connected by an invisible force, weaving together a legendary story about courage, hope and love.

The people gathered under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, their faces in a hurry, their words mixed with a bit of uneasiness and worry. They all moved closer to the young scholar Xie Chaozhao, as if he was a clear stream in this troubled world, who could bring a little comfort and guidance.

"Master Xie, have you heard about it?" An elderly man, leaning on a cane, spoke tremblingly, his eyes full of the vicissitudes of life and helplessness about the current situation, "Emperor Chu Heng, he... he actually issued a general amnesty!"

As soon as these words were spoken, there was an uproar all around, and discussions arose, like an autumn wind sweeping through the dry and yellow leaves, carrying a sense of desolation and uneasiness.

"Yes, Mr. Xie, those criminals who do all kinds of evil in their daily lives are now free. How can the world be at peace?" A young woman was worried, holding her child's hand tightly, fearing that this sudden change would affect their small village.

Hearing this, Xie Chaochao frowned, his eyes deep, as if he could penetrate the layers of fog and look directly at the distant and mysterious imperial city. He waved his folding fan lightly, looking elegant, but he could not hide his worries. He knew very well that behind this general amnesty, there were many unknown undercurrents, and how many innocent people would fall into endless suffering because of it.