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

Empress Xie Chaochao, wearing a luxurious phoenix robe that trailed gently on the ground, revealed a bit of worry and tenderness that was difficult to conceal. She waved her hand gently, signaling the servants standing by to leave, and then specifically instructed her most intimate maid Xiao Cui: "Go, tell the imperial kitchen to use the best black chicken, simmer it over a slow fire, and make a pot of rich and delicious chicken soup. Remember to add some warming and nourishing herbs, because the emperor needs to nourish his body at this moment." Xiao Cui took the order and left with brisk steps, knowing that behind this chicken soup was the empress's deep concern for the emperor.

Turning back to the inner room, Xie Chaochao slowly walked to the bedside, where Emperor Chu Heng was sitting quietly, one foot carefully bandaged, obviously injured. The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the window lattice, sprinkling on his face, adding a bit of fragility and helplessness to him. A trace of heartache flashed in Xie Chaochao's eyes. She sat gently on the bedside, stretched out her hand and gently stroked Chu Heng's frown, her voice soft and firm: "Your Majesty, you have suffered, does your foot injury still hurt?"

Chu Heng smiled slightly, with a hint of bitterness and helplessness in his smile: "With you here, even the greatest pain can be alleviated a little." His words were like a spring breeze, which made Xie Chaochao's heart surge with warmth, but also strengthened her determination to take good care of Chu Heng.

She carefully picked up Chu Heng's injured foot, and her eyes became red as she looked at it. She didn't expect it to be so serious. Her heart was almost broken with pain.

She immediately offered to search for him, but Chu Heng refused because he was afraid that she would be sad.

Clean and she is pregnant.

Xie Chaochao looked at him, shook her head, and gently touched the tightly bandaged wound with her fingertips, as if she could feel the pain in his heart. Chu Heng trembled slightly, but did not withdraw his foot. He just looked at her quietly with his deep eyes, with trust and dependence flashing in his eyes. Xie Chaochao felt a pang in her heart, and whispered softly: "I will let the best imperial physician treat you, and I will make you recover soon and regain your dragon body and health."

At this moment, Xiao Cui's gentle voice came from outside the door: "Empress, the chicken soup is ready, should we bring it in now?" Xie Chaochao nodded slightly and motioned Xiao Cui to put the chicken soup on the table. She stood up and scooped a bowl of steaming hot chicken soup for Chu Heng. The aroma instantly filled the whole room, making people feel refreshed.

"Your Majesty, drink some soup first. It will warm you up and relieve some pain." Xie Chaochao handed the bowl to Chu Heng, his eyes full of concern and expectation. Chu Heng took the bowl, blew it gently to cool it, and drank it slowly. Every sip seemed to contain Xie Chaochao's endless love and care.

Inside the room, the flickering candlelight illuminated the figures of the imperial couple leaning against each other. The air was filled with warmth and sweetness, as if even time had stopped at this moment.

As the night fell, the moonlight, like fine silver yarn, gently spread on the glazed tiles of the Forbidden City, giving this ancient palace a mysterious and quiet glow. Xie Chaochao stood in a corner of the magnificent hall, her eyes full of concern and anxiety, her sight fixed on the almighty emperor in front of her - Chu Heng.

Chu Heng, the monarch above all others, frowned at this moment, with a look of barely perceptible pain. His right foot rested lightly on the golden chair with a dragon carving beside him, and his ankle was swollen and bulged, obviously due to an accidental sprain in the imperial garden just now. Even so, he still maintained the inviolable majesty of the emperor, as if the pain was just a trivial matter to him.

"Your Majesty, please let me rub it for you, maybe it can ease the pain." Xie Chaochao's voice was soft and firm. She took a step forward, her hands unconsciously ready, and her eyes flashed with a light that could not be refused. She knew that for this emperor who usually buried all his pain deep in his heart, the care at this moment might be a warm comfort in his heart.

However, Chu Heng shook his head gently, and a hint of tenderness and rejection flashed in his deep eyes. "Chao Chao, I appreciate your kindness, but it's late at night, you should go and rest. My body is fine." His voice was soft, but it carried unquestionable power, as if every word contained the majesty of the emperor and the tenderness and compassion for his lover.

Xie Chaochao couldn't help but feel a complex emotion when she heard this. She knew very well that as an emperor, Chu Heng carried the weight of the entire country on his shoulders. Even if it was a small pain, he always chose to bear it alone and didn't want to worry anyone. But her eyes were more determined and reluctant. She wanted to do something for him, even if it was just a trivial thing.

"Your Majesty, I will not be able to feel at ease if you do not let me handle it for you. Besides, when it is late at night and everyone is asleep, having me by your side may give you some comfort." As she spoke, Xie Chaochao moved forward again, almost touching the corner of Chu Heng's clothes. Her eyes were filled with persistence and tenderness that could not be refused.

Chu Heng looked at her, and a trace of emotion finally flashed in his deep eyes. He sighed slightly, as if he was weighing the pros and cons, and as if he was compromising. "Forget it, Chao Chao, you should be careful." He said softly, revealing a subtle softness and dependence in his tone.

So, Xie Chaochao carefully reached out her hand and gently but firmly pressed on Chu Heng's swollen ankle. At that moment, time seemed to freeze in the air.

Deep in the Forbidden City, a slanting sun lazily sprinkles on the magnificent palace, giving this ancient imperial city a gentle glow. In this palace where power and glory intertwine, a maid dressed in gorgeous palace clothes, holding an exquisite porcelain cup in her hand, walks lightly and cautiously between the complicated columns. In the cup, steaming and fragrant, it is the chicken soup that has been carefully boiled for several hours, and every drop contains deep affection for the master.

The maid's name was Qingyue. She had a gentle smile on her face, and her eyes were full of anticipation and awe for what was about to happen. She prepared this chicken soup specially for Empress Xie Chaochao to express her endless loyalty and care for her. Qingyue knew that this chicken soup was not just a meal, but also a bond between the Empress and the Emperor, and a rare warm moment in the harem.

Empress Xie Chaochao, a gorgeous, gentle and virtuous woman, was sitting by the carved window in her bedroom, gently flipping through an ancient book, with an otherworldly temperament between her brows. The sunlight shone through the window lattice and sprinkled on her body, giving her a soft golden edge, making her look even more sacred and inviolable.