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

Empress Xie Chaochao, wearing a glittering phoenix robe, walked slowly out of the flower-filled back garden with lotus steps. Her every step seemed to follow the rhythm of spring, leaving behind a string of elegant fragrance and endless laughter. The sun shone through the dense clouds, sprinkling on her beautiful face, adding a bit of incomparable gentleness and nobility to her. Her eyes flashed with a slight boredom of life in the palace, but also hid the expectation of a moment of peace when she was about to return to the bedroom.

Just as she was about to step into the palace gate leading to the quiet place deep in the palace, Emperor Chu Heng, dressed in a dragon robe, walked quickly from a distance, his eyes full of tenderness and deep affection for the queen. He whispered softly, with a barely perceptible plea: "Chao Chao, I would like to go back to the palace with you and share that moment of tranquility." Upon hearing this, the queen smiled gently, and was about to agree, but saw a minister in official uniform hurriedly passing through the flower path, with a solemn expression, as if he had something important to report.

The minister knelt on the ground, his voice was low but clearly audible: "Your Majesty, there is an urgent report from the border, there is an urgent military situation that needs your majesty's immediate decision." As soon as these words came out, the air seemed to freeze, and the originally warm atmosphere was instantly replaced by tension. Emperor Chu Heng frowned, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes. He knew that national affairs were more important than anything else. Even if he was reluctant, he had to put this tenderness aside for the time being.

"Queen, please go back to the palace first. I will come to accompany you after I deal with this matter." Chu Heng's words were full of apology and reluctance. He gently took the queen's hand, and the warmth of her palm seemed to convey silent strength and comfort. Queen Xie Chaochao looked at the emperor, with a flash of understanding and support in her eyes. She nodded gently and whispered, "Your Majesty, state affairs are the most important. I will wait for you."

After saying that, she slowly turned around and stepped into the corridor leading to the bedroom again. Her back looked particularly lonely and tough. The emperor, Chu Heng, surrounded by his ministers, walked quickly towards the meeting hall. Every step seemed so heavy and firm. He had secretly made a vow in his heart to quell the border war as soon as possible and return a peaceful and harmonious world.

Empress Xie Chaochao, wearing a light and elegant nightgown, with her hair loosely tied up and a few strands of black hair casually hanging on her shoulders, was already feeling very tired and wanted to fall asleep and meet Zhou Gong in her dreams. However, a burst of inexplicable thoughts came to her face like a breeze, gently stirring the ripples in her heart.

She slowly stood up, with a strange light flashing in her eyes, as if she was attracted by some indescribable emotion. Fengyi Palace in the night was quiet and deep, with only the sound of drums in the distance, dull and regular beating the silence of the night. Xie Chaochao moved lightly, passing through the corridors with carved beams and painted buildings, and an unprecedented impulse arose in her heart - she wanted to cook by herself to add a touch of warmth and sweetness to this quiet night.

The target was the imperial kitchen, where the lights were dim but still busy preparing meals for the royal family for the next day. Stepping into that familiar yet slightly strange place, the aroma of food filled my nose, mixed with the smell of burning wood smoke, making me involuntarily take a deep breath, as if I could breathe in a full belly of satisfaction.

Xie Chaochao walked to the food storage room with ease, her fingertips gently sliding over rows of exquisite porcelain jars, and finally stopped at a jar of golden sweet-scented osmanthus honey. This sweet-scented osmanthus honey was picked and brewed by her own hands last autumn, and every drop of it contained her love for life and delicate thoughts. She carefully took out the sweet-scented osmanthus honey, selected the best glutinous rice flour and fresh eggs, and prepared to make the unforgettable sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

In the kitchen, the flames flickered, illuminating Xie Chaochao's focused and gentle face. She skillfully stirred the batter, and every stirring seemed to weave a sweet dream. The fragrance of osmanthus gradually spread with her movements, interweaving with the smell of other ingredients in the air, forming an irresistible temptation.

Time passed quietly, and when the first piece of osmanthus cake was taken out of the steamer, with its golden skin dotted with green dots, exuding an attractive luster and fragrance, Xie Chaochao showed a satisfied smile on her face. She took a bite, and the soft and glutinous texture, sweet taste and rich osmanthus fragrance instantly burst out in her mouth, as if the whole world was intoxicated by it.

At this moment, she is not only making osmanthus cake, but also weaving a love and expectation for life. And this sweetness and warmth will be passed on to everyone who tastes it along with this small cake. Queen Xie Chaochao, wearing a gorgeous dress embroidered with auspicious patterns of golden phoenixes, with pearls and jade swaying in her hair, but her eyebrows reveal a little imperceptible worry and determination. She stood in front of the spacious and bright imperial kitchen, her eyes gentle and firm, looking at the busy maids in front of her, a warm current surged in her heart.

"My queen, how can you do such rough work yourself?" A maid with a pretty face and respectful eyes hurried forward, holding freshly picked vegetables in her hands, her voice full of concern and unquestionable persistence. In her eyes, there is both awe for the queen's status and deep concern for the safety of her master.

Xie Chaochao smiled slightly, and that smile was like a flower blooming in spring, warm and elegant. "It's okay. I feel something today, and I want to personally prepare a delicacy for Your Majesty to show my appreciation." Her words were gentle but powerful, and every word was like a carefully carved pearl, falling into the air and creating ripples.

The maids looked at each other, and then a touch of admiration and emotion flashed in their eyes. They knew that the Queen's action was not just to cook a meal, but also a unique expression of her deep affection for His Majesty. So, everyone stopped trying to dissuade her, stepped aside, and assisted the Queen in completing this special gift with a more meticulous attitude.

The kitchen was brightly lit and filled with steam, creating a lively and orderly scene. Xie Chaochao personally selected the ingredients, striving for perfection in every one of them. Her movements were skillful and graceful, as if she were performing a sacred ritual. She gently stroked each leaf, sniffed the fragrance of the ingredients, and silently recited her blessings and expectations for His Majesty.

Time passed quietly in the busy and warm atmosphere, and a delicious dish with good color, aroma and taste was finally presented to everyone. The dish was attractive in color and fragrant, as if it condensed all the emotions and thoughts of the queen. The maids gathered around, their eyes flashing with amazement and admiration. They knew that this was not just a dish, but also a testimony of the queen's deep affection for His Majesty.