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

Her face was pure and refined, but there was an imperceptible sorrow and determination hidden between her brows. Her eyes, as deep as autumn water, were now staring at the direction where the emperor left, as if she wanted to engrave that figure deeply in her heart.

The surroundings were quiet, with only the occasional sound of palace servants walking lightly and the faint sound of stringed instruments in the distance adding a bit of vitality to the dull atmosphere. However, Xie Chaochao did not say a word, her thoughts were like a wild horse running wild in her mind.

Recalling every bit of her experience with Emperor Chu Heng, from the amazement of the first meeting to the mutual understanding and appreciation, and then to the indescribable alienation now, every scene is as clear as a knife. Her heart is full of mixed feelings, with both nostalgia for the good old days and fear and confusion about the uncertainty of the future. But she knows that she can't just sink like this. As a member of the royal family, she must take on her due responsibilities, even if this road is full of thorns, she must walk on bravely.

At this moment, a sudden cold wind blew through the hall, blowing Xie Chaochao's hair, and seemed to remind her of something. She raised her head suddenly, with unprecedented determination and resoluteness in her eyes. Yes, she couldn't just sit there and wait for death. She had to take the initiative to fight for a bright future for herself and seek justice for those who were hurt by her.

So, Xie Chaochao slowly stood up, her long skirt swaying lightly, like a lotus flower proudly blooming in the wind and rain. She took a deep breath, took a firm step, and walked towards the unknown and challenging future, silently saying in her heart: "No matter what the road ahead is, I, Xie Chaochao, swear to find my own way!"

At this moment, her figure looked particularly tall in the candlelight, as if she was no longer the weak woman, but a heroine who was about to stir up a storm. This storm would rewrite the fate of the entire royal family and shock all those who were paying attention to it.

Deep in the ancient and solemn palace, the night was as dark as ink, and the moonlight was thin, barely illuminating the winding corridor. Guard Li Yi, wearing iron armor and with a resolute look in his eyes, stood in front of the door of a dilapidated side hall, looking at the woman curled up in the corner inside - Xie Chaochao. Her clothes had long been soaked with tears and sweat, her hair was messy, her face was pale, but her eyes revealed an unyielding stubbornness.

"Miss Chao Chao," Li Yi's voice was low and gentle, with a hint of imperceptible heartache, "It's not a good idea for you to go on like this. The emperor...he may not mean to hurt you. But in the current situation, it will only be more dangerous for you to stay here. Let me take you away, to a safe place, away from this place of trouble."

Hearing this, Xie Chaochao slowly raised her head, and a complex emotion flashed in her eyes that had lost their former brilliance. She shook her head gently, her voice as thin as a mosquito: "Guard Li, I appreciate your kindness. But the whole world belongs to the king, where can I escape to? If the emperor wants to find me, how can I hide from him? Besides, how can I keep my innocence while fleeing? I am tired, really tired, I just want to stay here, quietly... waiting for the arrangement of fate."

Li Yi felt mixed emotions when he heard this. He knew that under the imperial power, the fate of an individual was often like a drifting leaf, which was out of control. But Xie Chaochao in front of him, who was once such a bright and beautiful woman like spring, ended up like this now. How could it not be heartbreaking?

"Miss Chaochao, do you know that there is always a sky in this world where the soul can find rest, even if it is only temporarily. If you are willing, I can..." Li Yi was interrupted by Xie Chaochao before he finished speaking.

"No need, Guard Li." Xie Chaochao forced a smile, which was filled with unspeakable bitterness. "I will always remember your loyalty and bravery. But this is my fate, and I accept it. I just hope that after I leave, you can help me take care of my family and tell them that I'm fine and don't worry."

After that, Xie Chaochao lowered her head again, as if she was saying her final farewell, or as if she was gathering strength to prepare for an unknown fate. Li Yi looked at her, and an indescribable sense of tragedy surged in his heart. He knew that he could not convince her, and could only pray silently, hoping that God would give her a glimmer of hope.

As the night deepened, the candlelight in the palace flickered, as if sighing for the unfair fate. In the dim light and shadow, Xie Chaochao looked particularly lonely and strong. Her refusal was not only a refusal to escape, but also a silent struggle against fate.

The night was as dark as ink, deep and vast. A corner of the palace was gently caressed by the faint moonlight, which made it look particularly quiet and mysterious. Guard Li Yi stood outside the door of Empress Xie Chaochao's bedroom, feeling mixed emotions. He looked at the tightly closed vermilion door, and Xie Chaochao's gentle but unquestionable words echoed in his ears: "Li Yi, please leave. I want to be alone for a while."

Li Yi's eyes revealed his heartache and worry that were difficult to conceal. Empress Xie Chaochao, who once had a beautiful smile, has now become increasingly thin and melancholy due to the twists and turns of the palace struggle. Although he is a guard, he has an indescribable admiration and desire to protect this gentle and virtuous master. Helplessly, he could not disobey the emperor's order, so he could only bow deeply, turn around, and walk away from the door that separated him from her with heavy steps.

In the bedroom, the candlelight flickered, illuminating Xie Chaochao's lonely figure. She slowly walked to the window, wearing a plain dress, with long hair like a waterfall, and her unpainted face was even more beautiful and refined under the moonlight. Outside the window, a bright moon was in the sky, and the silver light was all over the earth, as if even this cold light was silently comforting her exhausted heart.

Xie Chaochao gently leaned on the bed, her eyes piercing through the layers of palace walls, as if to penetrate the endless night, looking for a trace of comfort that could bring her soul a moment of peace. Her thoughts were like clouds floating in the night sky, sometimes condensing, sometimes dispersing, recalling the past, including the sweetness of appreciating the bright moon with her beloved, as well as the intrigues and deceptions in the palace struggles, which were thrilling step by step.

The moonlight was like water, gently enveloping her, but also reflecting the determination and unyielding spirit in her eyes. She knew that as a queen, she had to shoulder this responsibility, and she had to bravely go on even if the road ahead was difficult. But in this quiet night, she allowed herself to temporarily let down her guard and let her heart fly freely in this tranquility, even if it was only for a moment of relief.