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

The air around seemed to freeze at this moment, and everyone's eyes were focused on Xie Chaochao, waiting for her next move. Xie Chaochao just nodded slightly, and stepped into the palace gate that symbolized power and restraint with a calmness beyond her age. Her back was elongated under the reflection of the setting sun, and every step she took was determined and unyielding, as if announcing to the world: no matter what the road ahead is, she will move forward bravely and write her own palace legend in her own way.

Xie Chaochao stood quietly in the magnificent palace. The sunlight shone through the delicate window lattices onto her frosty face, adding a bit of inviolable majesty to her. Her eyes swept across the concubines in front of her like frost. They were either charming or seductive, but they all trembled involuntarily under this cold gaze.

"I am the mistress of this harem, the queen, and I am extremely honorable." Xie Chaochao's voice was cold and firm, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth, with unquestionable power, "And you are just concubines, of humble status. How dare you speak so arrogantly in front of me today? Isn't this a violation of your authority and disrespect for your elders?"

Her words were like a sharp blade, cutting through the originally oppressive silence in the palace, making everyone present feel an invisible pressure. The concubines looked at each other, with fear and uneasiness flashing in their eyes. They had never seen Xie Chaochao so majestic, as if at this moment, she was no longer the usually taciturn queen, but turned into an insurmountable iceberg.

"Someone come!" Xie Chaochao's voice sounded again. This time, her tone was a little more fierce and irresistible. "Take these traitors away and slap them in the face twenty times as a punishment!"

Following her order, the guards who had been waiting on the side pounced on them like wolves and tigers, and roughly pressed the concubines to the ground. They screamed in fear and struggled, but in this strict palace, their resistance seemed so powerless. The guards wielded the whips in their hands mercilessly, hitting them on the face again and again. Every crisp sound was accompanied by the concubines' screams, which made people terrified.

Xie Chaochao watched all this coldly, without any mercy or sympathy in her eyes. She knew that in this vortex of power struggle, mercy would only lead to her falling into an irretrievable situation. Only with enough toughness and means could she stand firm in this harem and become the true king.

At this moment, the palace seemed to be shrouded in a thick haze, and the air was filled with the smell of blood and fear. After experiencing this cruel punishment, the concubines no longer dared to be negligent or resist. They could only endure it all silently and wait for the arrangement of fate.

Xie Chaochao turned around, turned her back to the concubines who were groaning in pain, and walked step by step into the depths of the palace. Her back stretched out in the sunlight, looking lonely and determined. She knew that this game of power had just begun, and she was ready to face all challenges.

Deep in the magnificent palace, where power struggles, love and hate intertwined, the moonlight was like fine silver yarn, gently spreading on the bluestone path, adding a touch of coldness to this sleepless city. In the night, a few shrill wails broke the silence of the night. They were the concubines who were usually coquettish and charming, but now had tears on their faces. Their clothes were slightly messy, their hair was flying in the wind, and they supported each other and staggered towards the emperor's bedroom.

Their cries, like fallen leaves torn by the autumn wind, echoed in the empty palace with endless grievances and unwillingness, attracting the guards' attention, but no one dared to step forward to ask. These concubines were all the favorite concubines of Emperor Chu Heng. They were so glorious on weekdays, but why did they end up in such a situation today?

Finally, they arrived in front of Chu Heng's bedroom and knocked on the closed door without any courtesy. The crying and knocking sounds intertwined, as if to completely tear apart the tranquility of the night. The door slowly opened, and a ray of warm candlelight shone through, illuminating their faces covered with dust and tears. Chu Heng, the emperor with all the power in the world, was dressed in a dragon robe, with a stern face and unquestionable majesty in his eyes. He stood quietly at the threshold, watching these uninvited guests.

"Your Majesty, please make the decision for me!" A concubine knelt on the ground, crying at the top of her lungs, and the other concubines also knelt down, tears like beads that had broken off the string, constantly rolling down, telling their own experiences. However, Chu Heng just waved his hand gently, and said in a low and powerful voice: "You go back first, I will handle this matter myself." After that, he ordered people to close the palace gates, isolating those complaints and prayers outside the door.

The night fell deeper, Chu Heng changed into casual clothes, and walked through the winding corridors steadily, as if weighing something with every step. Finally, he stopped in front of the Queen Xie Chaochao's bedroom, where the lights were dim, forming a sharp contrast with the desolate outside. He took a deep breath and pushed open the door, only to see Xie Chaochao sitting in front of the bronze mirror, holding an exquisite comb in her hand, slowly combing her long hair like a waterfall. Her back looked particularly quiet and tough, as if all the noise in the outside world had nothing to do with her.

Chu Heng slowly approached, looked at her in the mirror with complicated eyes, and asked softly: "Why did you beat them?" This sentence was not only an inquiry into the incident, but also seemed to be exploring her inner thoughts. Xie Chaochao's hand paused slightly, and the reflection in the mirror reflected a barely perceptible sneer on the corner of her mouth. Then, she turned around and looked directly at Chu Heng, with unprecedented determination and wisdom in her eyes: "They are not worthy of being the wives of the royal family."

As these words fell, the whole room seemed to freeze, and the air was filled with a subtle tension and expectation. Chu Heng's eyes flashed with surprise, and then turned into deep thought. He knew that behind every action of this seemingly gentle but actually strong queen, there were her unshakable principles and reasons. And this storm caused by several concubines may be just the tip of the iceberg of those unknown power struggles and emotional entanglements in the depths of the palace...

In the magnificent Forbidden City, the night was as dark as ink, and the stars twinkled, reflecting the glazed tiles of the Forbidden City, flashing a cold and mysterious light. Emperor Chu Heng, wearing a dragon robe, revealed an unquestionable imperial aura between his eyebrows, but at this moment, with a bit of haste and panic, he stepped into the bedroom of Empress Xie Chaochao.