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

Empress Xie Chaochao, wearing a gorgeous phoenix gown with long skirts and surrounded by pearls and jade, could not hide the despair and anger in her eyes. Upon hearing this, she was stunned for a moment, then a sarcastic smile appeared on her lips. In that smile, there was reluctance, mockery, and endless resistance to fate.

"Hahahaha..." Xie Chaochao's laughter was particularly harsh in this silent palace, as if she was crazy. She laughed so hard that she fell forward and backward, and her tears and laughter intertwined to form a heartbreaking picture. This laughter was a mockery of Chu Heng's deep affection, a mockery of her own fate, and an accusation of this unfair world.

"Love me?" Xie Chaochao's laughter gradually stopped. She looked up at Chu Heng with a resolute light in her eyes. "Your love is nothing more than a stronger cage for me. It locks me tightly in this cold palace, making me lose my wings to fly, and my freedom and dignity as a human being. Do you think that these three words alone can bind me?"

Chu Heng's face changed slightly. He had never seen Xie Chaochao so crazy before. It seemed that at this moment, she was no longer the gentle and dignified queen, but a warrior who was about to break free from her shackles and pursue freedom. He felt an inexplicable irritability and uneasiness in his heart, but he still tried to remain calm, his eyes fixed on Xie Chaochao, not wanting to miss any subtle changes in her expression.

In the hall, the air seemed to freeze. The confrontation between the two was like the calm before the storm, which made people tense and look forward to the fierce battle between love and freedom, power and escape. All of this will be quietly staged under the shadow of imperial power, becoming a legend passed down to future generations...

Deep in the magnificent palace, the candlelight flickered, reflecting the intricate light and shadow in the hall, as if even the air was frozen with the entanglement of power and love and hate. Xie Chaochao, a woman in plain clothes and with a cold face, stood quietly in a corner of the hall. Her eyes were deep and indifferent, like the stars in the cold night, bright and unreachable. Her eyes were directed directly at the high and mighty emperor, Chu Heng. There was no ripple in her eyes, only endless alienation and determination.

Chu Heng, the monarch who ruled the world, was wearing a dragon robe and a crown, with unquestionable majesty and dominance between his brows. However, at this moment, he seemed extremely anxious and uneasy. His eyes, which were once as sharp as an eagle, were now full of tenderness and pleading, and were fixed on Xie Chaochao, as if he wanted to take in all her emotions.

"Chao Chao," Chu Heng's voice was low and magnetic, but with a barely perceptible tremor, "Do you know that the three thousand beauties in the harem are nothing but passing clouds to me? I have searched all over the six palaces, but no one can compare to you. Since you have learned about my concubine, I must clarify that it was just a stopgap measure to stabilize the government and for the sake of this country. In my heart, from beginning to end, there is only you."

Hearing this, Xie Chaochao raised a faint sneer at the corner of her mouth, which contained both sarcasm and helplessness, as if it was the most profound irony of love in this world. "Your Majesty, this is wrong," her voice was cold and firm, like the cold wind in winter, piercing people's hearts, "Since you have chosen the red walls and green tiles, the golden house to hide your beauty, why bother to provoke me, a helpless person? The love you speak of is too heavy and too extravagant for me. I, Xie Chaochao, don't want the false feelings within the palace walls, but the purity of knowing each other and staying together until old age."

Chu Heng's face suddenly changed when he heard this. He stood up suddenly, and the hem of his dragon robe swayed in the wind, just like his surging emotions at the moment. "No!" His voice was firm and powerful, echoing in the hall, "Chao Chao, you misunderstood me. In this life, I, Chu Heng, only wish to enjoy the spring flowers, autumn moon, summer rain and winter snow with you. Those so-called concubines are just chess pieces on the political chessboard. I have never had any sincerity towards them. Believe me, give me a chance, let me prove to you that in this big world, only you can enter my heart."

The atmosphere in the hall was extremely tense. The conversation between the two was like a sharp blade, cutting invisible cracks in the air. Xie Chaochao looked at Chu Heng. The once familiar eyes were now full of strangeness and distance. She felt mixed emotions in her heart, including doubts about Chu Heng's deep affection and helplessness about her own fate. In this vortex of power, love seemed to have become the most luxurious luxury, something that people desired but were afraid to touch.

Chu Heng, the high and mighty emperor, put aside all his dignity and pride at this moment. He only had Xie Chaochao in his eyes. He was willing to bet the whole country just to get her to look back and forgive him. This contest between love and power has just begun, but what will be the final result? Everything is full of unknowns and excitement, which makes people want to continue to explore and read until the end of the story...

Emperor Chu Heng, wearing a dragon robe, looked particularly majestic and lonely in the magnificent palace. He stared at Xie Chaochao, who was kneeling in front of the palace, with a sharp gaze. His eyes, which were once full of tenderness and affection, seemed to be frozen by frost, so cold that it made people feel cold.

"Why?" Chu Heng's voice was deep and powerful, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, with unquestionable majesty and anger. His hands were clenched into fists, and veins bulged, obviously trying his best to restrain the turmoil in his heart.

Xie Chaochao, dressed in plain clothes, was elegant and refined, but she seemed out of place in this magnificent palace. She looked up, and the eyes that once flashed with infinite attachment to Chu Heng were now indifferent, even with a hint of imperceptible determination. "If you don't love me, then you don't love me, Your Majesty." Her voice was light, but clear and firm, and every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting Chu Heng's heart hard.

Chu Heng heard this, and a trace of disbelief and pain flashed in his eyes. He took a step forward and grabbed Xie Chaochao's wrist with such force that he almost crushed her bones. "You once said that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with me, and grow old together. Are these words all false?" His voice trembled, and his eyes flashed with anger and unwillingness.

Xie Chaochao endured the severe pain from her wrist, her eyes remained firm. "I said those words from the bottom of my heart. But people's hearts are changeable, especially their feelings. Now, my mind towards the emperor has changed, and I can't force it." Her tone was calm and firm, as if she was stating a fact that could not be changed.