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

Xie Chaochao seemed to feel this deep affection in his dream, and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously, as if he was also responding to this silent confession. The two of them just clung to each other, as if they were the only two people in the world, and all the troubles and sorrows were isolated. Under the witness of the moonlight, their figures gradually blended into the quiet night, and they sank into a sweet dream together. In the dream, they continued to weave their beautiful future.

On the second morning, the sky was just beginning to turn pale, and the cold wind blew up bursts of snowflakes, like the most delicate dancers between heaven and earth, dancing lightly on the boundless stage. Chu Heng was wearing complicated court robes, with intricate dragon patterns embroidered on the lapels, which shone with a faint golden light in the morning light. He walked steadily, revealing unquestionable majesty between his eyebrows, and stepped into the magnificent court. Today, he had a major decision in his mind, ready to open a new chapter of national reform in front of the ministers, and the heavy sense of responsibility made his back look more upright.

At the same time, in an exquisite courtyard deep in the palace, Empress Xie Chaochao was immersed in a dream world covered in silver. She was wearing a light goose yellow skirt, a soft white fox fur coat, and a few tiny snowflakes dotted her hair, like the gentlest sunshine in winter. Xie Chaochao gently held a handful of pure white snow with both hands. The coolness from her fingertips made her tremble slightly, and then she laughed excitedly. The laughter was crisp and pleasant, like the water drops jumping in the winter stream, adding a bit of vitality and energy to this quiet winter day.

She began to play in the yard, sometimes building small snowmen and putting hats woven with silk ribbons on them, and sometimes chasing the falling snowflakes in an attempt to capture the fleeting beauty. Snowflakes accumulated on her hair and shoulders, but she was unaware, as if the whole world was left with only this pure white and the innocent happiness in her heart.

Suddenly, a burst of hurried footsteps broke the silence, and a maid ran over with a somewhat anxious look on her face: "Queen, please come in quickly. It's freezing outside. What if you catch a cold?" Xie Chaochao turned back, her eyes flickering with reluctance, but finally nodded. She knew that as the queen, her health was also related to the stability of the country. At the moment she turned around and entered the house, she couldn't help but look back at the snowy land that she had briefly decorated, and silently prayed in her heart that this moment of joy could be like the warm sun in winter, warming everyone's heart.

At this moment, Chu Heng was speaking passionately in the court. Every word he said was like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of the ministers, triggering a heated discussion about the future of the country. Outside the court, the innocence and happiness of Queen Xie Chaochao, like a bright color in winter, quietly warmed every corner of this ancient palace.

On that snowy winter evening, Xie Chaochao strolled alone on the deserted street, surrounded by the soft and dim street lights, as if the whole world was covered by a thin veil of mystery. She reached out her hand and gently stroked the snowflakes slowly falling from the sky. Each snowflake was like a delicate love poem sprinkled by the sky, gently and imperceptibly touching her fingertips, and then quietly melting, turning into a hint of coolness, penetrating into her heart.

"Do you know?" Xie Chaochao whispered softly, as if she was talking to the silent winter world, "Every snowflake in the world is different. They each have their own unique shape and trajectory, just like every life in this world, carrying a different story and destiny." Her voice was particularly clear in the cold wind, with a hint of imperceptible tenderness and sorrow, as if every word contained endless stories.

Snowflakes continued to dance in the air, some as light as feathers, others heavy and complex, each carrying the secrets of winter, quietly telling their short but brilliant lives. Xie Chaochao's eyes followed these flying elves, and she felt an inexplicable emotion in her heart. She imagined, if these snowflakes could speak, what kind of adventures would they tell? Would it be the thrill of flying through the clouds, or the last glimpse before falling to the ground and turning into frost?

Suddenly, a strong wind blew, rolling up the snowflakes on the ground, forming a short but spectacular snowstorm. Xie Chaochao subconsciously closed her eyes, feeling the snowflakes like thousands of small hands, gently patting her cheeks, bringing bursts of biting cold, but also awakening a certain desire deep in her heart - curiosity about the unknown world, awe of the diversity of life.

When the storm subsided, Xie Chaozhao slowly opened her eyes, and the world in front of her seemed to become clearer. Every snowflake was shining in the afterglow of the sunset, like a bright gem inlaid in the winter painting. She took a deep breath, and her heart was filled with unprecedented peace and relief. Perhaps it was these seemingly ordinary but unique snowflakes that taught her to appreciate every moment in life. Even the smallest and most inconspicuous existence has its own light and value.

The cold wind cut through the air like a sharp blade, and every wisp seemed to carry a bone-piercing chill, whistling through every corner of the courtyard. The maid Xiao Cui tightened her thin coat, her face slightly pale from the cold, but she still insisted on standing outside the door, with a bit of anxiety and concern in her eyes. She looked at the girl standing on the stone steps, gazing at the vast scenery in the distance - Xie Chaochao, and her heart was full of pity.

"Miss, it's very cold outside. Look, even the most tenacious green bamboo has lowered its head, and its leaves are rustling, as if telling about the severe cold of winter." Xiao Cui's voice was as thin as a mosquito, but it was particularly clear in this quiet courtyard. There was a hint of pleading in her words, hoping to convince this stubborn young lady.

Xie Chaochao heard this and gently turned her head. Her clear eyes reflected the last rays of the setting sun, flashing with a strange light. She sighed slightly, as if weighing something in her heart. This moment of silence made the air around her seem to freeze. Finally, she nodded slowly, and that action showed both a compromise with reality and a hint of helplessness that was not easily detected.

"Okay, Xiao Cui, you're right. It's not suitable to stay here for long in this weather." Xie Chaochao's voice was soft but firm. She turned around, and her skirt brushed the ground lightly, leaving a faint fragrance. Seeing this, Xiao Cui hurriedly stepped forward and carefully supported her young lady, fearing that the sudden cold wind would disturb this rare peace.