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

"Your Majesty," Xie Chaochao's voice trembled slightly, but with an unquestionable firmness, "I once believed in your words. But the palace walls are deep, and people's hearts are hard to predict. All I want is to be with you for the rest of your life, to treat each other sincerely, without deception or concealment. But in this Forbidden City, such a wish is too extravagant."

Chu Heng's face suddenly changed when he heard this, and a trace of pain and regret flashed in his eyes. He had never expected that his deep love had filled Xie Chaochao's heart with doubts and scars. The night in Weiyang Palace seemed to become even quieter at this moment, and even the air froze, leaving only two hearts struggling and colliding in silence, trying to find the direction that had long been lost.

This scene, like an extremely delicate and meticulous painting, vividly displays the complexity and contradictions in the royal emotions. It makes people worry about the love-hate relationship between the emperor and the empress, and feel infinite emotion, hoping that the next story will have a glimmer of hope so that this deep affection can be fulfilled.

In the magnificent palace with carved beams and painted buildings, the afterglow of the setting sun shines through the delicate window lattices, sprinkling on the empty hall, adding a soft and strange color to this solemn place. Xie Chaochao, a woman dressed in gorgeous palace clothes but with a cold face, stands quietly in the center of the hall. Her eyes seem to be able to penetrate everything, staring directly at the powerful emperor Chu Heng sitting on the dragon throne in front of her.

Chu Heng, the monarch above all others, was leaning on the dragon throne at this moment, with a playful sneer on his lips. That smile showed both absolute confidence in power and indescribable complex emotions. His eyes were deep, staring at Xie Chaochao like the abyss, as if he wanted to explore every inch of her heart.

"You don't love me," Chu Heng's voice was low and magnetic, but with unquestionable determination, "I will not allow you to love others. This palace, this world, all belong to me, Chu Heng, and you, Xie Chaochao, can only be mine."

After saying this, he gently raised his hand, motioning the eunuch chief steward beside him to come forward. The chief steward understood what he meant and immediately unfolded a bright yellow imperial edict and read aloud: "In compliance with the will of Heaven, the Emperor decrees that from today onwards, Xie Chaochao is not allowed to leave the palace without permission. All his actions must be reported to me. Those who violate the law will be punished according to the law."

As the imperial edict was read, the entire hall seemed to freeze, and the air was filled with depression and tension. A hint of anger and helplessness flashed across Xie Chaochao's eyes, but she remained calm and proud without making a sound. She knew that she had long lost the right to choose in this game of power.

However, Chu Heng did not give up. He slowly stood up and walked towards Xie Chaochao step by step. Each step seemed so heavy, as if he was stepping on her heart. When he finally stood in front of her, the two were so close that they could feel each other's breath. "Chaochao, do you think this can change anything? You and your heart will always belong to me."

After saying that, Chu Heng left with a wave of his sleeves, leaving Xie Chaochao alone in the empty hall, lonely and desperate. The last rays of the setting sun gradually dissipated, and darkness surged like a tide, surrounding her tightly. At this moment, she seemed to be able to hear the sound of her own heartbreak, but more of it was the deep worry about the unknown fate. She knew that from this moment on, her life would never be peaceful again, and a contest about love and hate, power and freedom had just begun...

Empress Xie Chaochao would never have thought that she would be imprisoned in this cold and deep palace by the emperor who always doted on her on a bright moonlit night. Her heart was filled with disbelief and rage, as if she had been struck by a bolt from the blue. All her beautiful fantasies turned into bubbles at this moment.

She desperately grasped the emperor's arm. The hand that had once gently caressed her cheek was now as cold as the most biting winter wind, penetrating into his bones. Her nails almost dug into his flesh, her eyes flashed with tears of despair and unwillingness, and she asked in a trembling but firm voice: "Why? Your Majesty, why do you treat me like this? Since I entered the palace, Xie Chaochao has been sincere to you, assisting the government with all my heart and serving you, and has never done anything beyond the rules. Just because of those unfounded rumors, or the slander of those treacherous ministers, you are so ruthless to imprison me here and let me spend the rest of my life in this dark cage?"

The emperor's eyes were complicated and difficult to read, with pain, struggle, but also a trace of unquestionable determination. He gently pulled back his arm, and although the movement was light, it was like a thousand-pound hammer, hitting Xie Chaochao's heart heavily. He slowly opened his mouth, his voice low and hoarse: "Chaochao, you know that the situation in this palace is changing rapidly, and people's hearts are unfathomable. I have my own difficulties and reasons for doing it. You just need to stay here and rest assured. I will protect you. When the storm subsides, I will welcome you back to the throne."

Xie Chaochao's tears rolled down like beads from a broken string when she heard this. She shook her head and shouted at the top of her lungs, "No! Your Majesty, I don't want to wait for an unknown ending in this cold palace. I want to fight side by side with you and face the storms of this world together. You can't do this to me, you can't!"

However, no matter how she struggled or begged, the emperor's figure eventually disappeared into the night, leaving only a series of heavy footsteps that echoed in the empty palace, like a ruthless verdict, announcing the end of her dream of freedom. Xie Chaochao fell to the ground, looking at the closed door, her heart filled with unprecedented despair and confusion, but she also knew that this sudden change might just be the beginning of her fate, and she had to find a way to escape from this cage and fight for a chance of survival.

Emperor Chu Heng, wearing a dragon robe, stood in the magnificent palace. The sunlight shone through the finely carved window lattices and onto his resolute face, adding a bit of unquestionable majesty to him. His eyes were like torches, fixed tightly on Empress Xie Chaochao. Every word he spoke seemed to carry a thousand-pound force, penetrating the empty palace and echoing in every corner.

"Just because I love you," Chu Heng's voice was low and magnetic, and every syllable seemed to burst out from the bottom of his heart, full of irresistible power, "You are not allowed to leave even a step."

This sentence, like thunder, exploded in Xie Chaochao's heart. She was the proudest woman in the world, with stunning beauty and great talent, but because of a political marriage, she was trapped in this golden cage, becoming the queen above all others, but also losing her freedom and sincerity.