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

Chu Heng heard this, and a trace of despair and anger flashed in his eyes. He swung his hand violently, throwing Xie Chaochao several meters away. She staggered a few steps and almost fell to the ground. "Do you know that you are challenging my bottom line!" Chu Heng's voice echoed in the palace like thunder, shaking people's minds.

Xie Chaochao managed to stand firm, raised her head and looked at Chu Heng, without any fear in her eyes. "I know, but I also know that forced feelings will not have a good result. Please, Your Majesty, fulfill my wish, and also fulfill yours." There was a hint of pleading in her tone, but also an unquestionable firmness.

The atmosphere in the entire palace was so tense that it seemed frozen. Chu Heng stood there, his eyes as sharp as a torch, as if he could see through Xie Chaochao. And Xie Chaochao stood there quietly, waiting for the judgment of fate. Where will this emotional contest go? No one knows, but the tension and excitement in the air make people want to continue watching.

In the evening when the setting sun dyed it orange, Xie Chaochao stood under the old locust tree, the breeze gently brushed her soft hair, bringing a barely perceptible coolness. In her eyes, there was an indescribable determination and struggle, as if she was engaged in a fierce battle in her heart. Her eyes were fixed on Chu Heng not far away, and the eyes that once made her heart beat were now flashing with disbelief.

"Chu Heng," Xie Chaochao's voice was low and clear, and every word seemed to be uttered after careful consideration. "I loved you, once. But at this moment, standing in front of you, I must tell you honestly - I don't love you anymore." These words, like a sharp blade, cut through the already shaky tenderness between the two.

Chu Heng's body shook slightly when he heard this, as if he was hit by an invisible force. He shook his head in disbelief, his deep eyes showing shock, unwillingness, and deep confusion and pain. "No, Chao Chao, you are lying." His voice was low and hoarse, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his throat. "Your eyes, your tone, once so familiar, so warm, tell me, this is not true."

Xie Chaochao's heart trembled slightly. She didn't expect that her determination would hurt him so deeply. But she knew that a short pain is worse than a long one. Instead of letting this relationship continue to wander on a road with no future, it is better to end it now. She took a deep breath and tried to make her tone more firm: "Chu Heng, look at me, look into my eyes. There is no longer the tenderness and attachment you are familiar with. We are all changing, and time will not stop for anyone. I ask you to believe me this time and let yourself go."

The afterglow of the setting sun stretched the figures of the two people long, projecting them on the ground, forming a series of mottled pictures. The world around them seemed to be still at this moment, leaving only the two of them, and the indescribable sadness and determination in the air. A trace of struggle flashed in Chu Heng's eyes, but in the end, he nodded slowly, although the action was full of helplessness and reluctance. "Okay, Chao Chao, I believe you. I hope we can both find our own happiness."

As these words fell, a relationship that was once as gorgeous as a summer flower swayed gently in the autumn wind and eventually slowly withered. The backs of the two people, under the reflection of the setting sun, gradually went away, each embarked on a different journey of life, leaving each other with only the beautiful and regretful memories.

At this time, the night was deep, and the moonlight was like silver, faintly sprinkled outside the tent where Chu Heng was, adding a quiet and strange color to the edge of the tense battlefield. The campfire swayed in the night wind, reflecting Chu Heng's resolute and cold face. He was staring at the map with his brows furrowed, as if thinking about some important decision.

Suddenly, a burst of hurried and heavy footsteps broke the silence, and accompanied by the slight clash of metal armor, a guard appeared at the entrance of the tent. He was wearing black iron armor, holding a spear, and his face was full of tension and awe, as if he had just experienced a thrilling encounter.

"General!" The guard's voice was deep and powerful, interrupting Chu Heng's thoughts. He raised his head sharply, staring at the guard, waiting for the next instruction or message.

The guard took a deep breath, as if to condense the next words into the most solid strength: "The enemy army next door, the enemy general who is rumored to be both wise and brave, is coming here in person and requests to see you."

As soon as these words came out, the air in the tent seemed to freeze. A flash of surprise flashed across Chu Heng's eyes, and then was replaced by deeper thoughts. He slowly stood up, his figure elongated under the swaying firelight, appearing particularly tall and majestic. The sudden visit of the enemy next door undoubtedly broke the long-standing deadlock between the two sides, and also indicated that an unknown storm was brewing.

"How many people did he bring?" Chu Heng's voice was calm and steady, and every word revealed unquestionable authority.

"He is alone, riding a black horse, and is parked not far from our camp." The guard replied with a hint of surprise in his tone that was difficult to conceal.

Chu Heng nodded, thinking secretly in his heart. Was this a Hongmen Banquet, or did the enemy general really have something important to discuss? In any case, he couldn't miss this opportunity that could change the situation of the war.

"Be prepared to welcome him," Chu Heng said in a deep voice, his eyes flashing with determination and wisdom, "I want to see what this enemy general is up to."

As Chu Heng issued his order, the atmosphere in the tent instantly became tense and orderly. The guards quickly withdrew to greet the uninvited guest, while Chu Heng slowly adjusted his armor, with both vigilance against the unknown and anticipation for the upcoming challenge.

This night was destined to be extraordinary. The sudden request for a meeting from the enemy next door was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, stirring up ripples and foreshadowing the beginning of a contest full of excitement and uncertainty.

Emperor Chu Heng's back slowly lengthened in the afterglow of the setting sun, the golden light outlining the intricate and delicate patterns on his dragon robe, and every step seemed to be treading on supreme authority and loneliness. He waved his hand gently, and stepped out of the magnificent hall without a trace of nostalgia, leaving behind a long string of echoes that slowly dissipated in the air.

Inside the hall, the candlelight flickered, casting a layer of warm and hazy light on everything. Xie Chaochao sat quietly on a carved pearwood chair at one side, her figure gently wrapped in the soft light, like an exquisite painting.