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

General Chu, the guardian of the empire known for his bravery, looked even more solemn after hearing this, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes. He knew very well that this matter was of great importance, not only concerning the reputation of the royal family, but also possibly hiding a conspiracy to subvert the country.

"This matter must be thoroughly investigated!" General Chu's voice was firm and powerful. He stood up, exuding an aura that should not be underestimated. "No matter who is behind this, I swear to bring him to justice!"

In that vast land shrouded in ancient legends, the night was as dark as ink, the stars were hidden, and a storm quietly brewed and suddenly subsided. The bandit's lair, hidden in the deep mountains and dense forests, was once a haze in the hearts of the people, but now, in a carefully planned operation, it was uprooted by the imperial cavalry, like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves, leaving no trace.

Empress Xie Chaochao, dressed in a gorgeous dress embroidered with auspicious patterns of dragons and phoenixes, stood on the city wall, her eyes as sharp as torches, piercing through the night, looking directly at the washed land. Her face was cold and majestic, with an imperceptible arc at the corner of her mouth, which showed her indifference to victory and her determination for the future. She opened her red lips slightly, and her voice, though soft, was clearly transmitted to everyone present: "From now on, this land will no longer be allowed to be shrouded by the shadow of evil forces. I order you to immediately strengthen patrols on the border and inland areas, and make sure that every inch of land is bathed in the sunshine of justice, so that the people can live and work in peace and contentment without fear."

As the empress issued her orders, teams of armored soldiers responded quickly like a torrent of steel. Their steps were in unison and their momentum was as strong as a rainbow, as if they were going to trample all the haze and darkness under their feet. Patrols became more frequent in the streets and alleys. Their figures stretched out in the moonlight, forming a line of defense to protect peace.

At the same time, Empress Xie Chaochao was not satisfied with the victory in front of her. She knew that true peace required a deeper foundation and a broader vision. Therefore, she ordered to open up the talent path and recruit talented people. Whether they were warriors with strong martial arts or strategists with rich wisdom, they were all brought into the empire to work together to build a more prosperous empire.

Under the leadership of Empress Xie Chaochao, the whole country seemed to be activated by a new force, the smiles on the faces of the people increased day by day, and the fire of hope that was once extinguished by the rampant bandits was now burning again. All these changes came from the empress who stood at the pinnacle of power but cared about the people. She used her wisdom and courage to write a legend that will be sung by future generations.

In the magnificent Forbidden City, when night falls and everything is quiet, Emperor Xie Chaochao is still bent over the dragon desk, the flickering candlelight reflects his furrowed brow and the fatigue in his eyes. As the emperor, the burden on his shoulders is like a thousand pounds. State affairs and family affairs all weigh on his heartstrings, day after day, year after year, until his body quietly issued a warning.

That day, at dawn, the emperor did not attend court as usual. In the imperial study, he was the only one left, sleeping at his desk, breathing weakly, as if the whole world had temporarily stopped with his sleep. The palace servants were horrified when they saw this, and hurriedly informed the empress and the imperial hospital.

Chu Heng heard the news and was extremely anxious. She rushed over with the palace maids, only to see that the emperor looked pale and his brows revealed an indescribable fatigue. She gently stroked the emperor's cheek, tears welling up in her eyes, but she tried hard not to let them fall, for fear of disturbing this rare tranquility.

The head of the Imperial Hospital, an old man with white hair and beard, was urgently summoned to the emperor's presence. He held his breath and carefully felt the emperor's pulse. After a moment, his brows knitted tightly, then slowly relaxed, and he sighed softly: "Your Majesty has worked too hard, and your dragon body is damaged. You need to stay in bed and rest immediately to recover your vitality. What's more important is that your Majesty still has a dragon fetus that is less than a month old in your body. If you don't take good care of it, there may be a risk of miscarriage."

As soon as these words came out, the entire imperial study suddenly fell silent. Chu Heng clenched his hands tightly, his face as pale as paper. She knew very well that this was not only about the safety of a child, but also the hope for the future of the country. So, she immediately ordered to block the news to avoid panic in the palace. At the same time, she personally supervised to ensure that the emperor received the most comprehensive care and training.

In the following days, everything inside and outside the Forbidden City seemed to be quietly revolving around the emperor's recovery. The imperial doctors took turns to carefully prepare decoctions with rare medicinal materials, supplemented by acupuncture and massage techniques, striving to restore the emperor's vitality in the shortest possible time. The empress, on the other hand, stayed by the emperor's side day and night, using her gentle words and firm belief to build a solid psychological defense for the emperor.

The afterglow of the setting sun gently sprinkled into the quaint wooden house, coating every inch of the space with a layer of light golden light. Xie Chaochao sat on the carved wooden chair by the window, gently stroking her slightly bulging belly, her eyes flashing with the radiance of motherhood and indescribable tenderness. Her movements were slow and full of love, as if every touch was the most delicate dialogue with the little life in her belly.

"My child, I'm going to rest." Her voice was soft and full of tenderness, as if she was afraid of disturbing the peaceful harmony. As she spoke, she gently closed her eyes, letting her heart immerse in a warm and peaceful power. For her, this was not only a care for the body, but also a respect and expectation for the life that was about to come into this world.

The wind outside the window blew gently, bringing with it the rustling of leaves and the gurgling of mountain streams in the distance, forming a melodious natural movement. Xie Chaochao took a deep breath, letting the fresh air fill her lungs, as if it could wash away all her fatigue and worries. She knew that in this special period, maintaining a good physical and mental state was not only responsible for herself, but also for the little life that would become an important part of her life.

As night fell, the room gradually lit up with soft candlelight, shrouding everything in a warm and mysterious atmosphere. Xie Chaochao slowly stood up, with a hint of imperceptible clumsiness in her movements, yet still elegant. She walked to the bedside and gently pulled open the quilt, which was embroidered with auspicious patterns, as if adding a bit of warmth and blessings to the upcoming dream.

After lying down, she gently placed her hands on her belly again, and an indescribable happiness and expectation surged in her heart. She imagined what her child would look like in the future, and imagined the beautiful scenes of them walking together on the forest path, or snuggling up to the window to watch the sunset. These imaginations were like a series of gorgeous paintings, slowly unfolding in her mind, bringing her unprecedented peace and satisfaction.

"Go to sleep, child. I hope you can feel this love and warmth in your dreams." Xie Chaochao prayed silently in his heart.