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

She held tightly in her hands an ancient book, the cover of which had turned yellow, revealing the traces of time. It was a book of poetry that she had loved since childhood, and between the lines were her memories of the past and her vision of the future. Her eyes were sometimes solemn, sometimes glittering, as if she was following the ups and downs of the plot in the book, sometimes immersed in the wisdom and emotions of the ancients, and sometimes withdrawing from the book to think about the various complexities and subtleties in the deep palace.

The bedroom was quiet, with only the crackling of charcoal and the occasional sound of turning pages interweaving together, forming a peaceful and slightly mysterious picture. However, beneath this tranquility, there is an unknown undercurrent. Although Queen Xie Chaochao is at the pinnacle of power, she often feels lonely and helpless in her heart. She knows that every step in this deep palace must be cautious.

In the long corridor of the deep palace, the moonlight falls gently like a veil, adding a soft and mysterious color to this quiet night. In the bedroom of Queen Xie Chaochao, the candlelight flickers, reflecting her pale but still gentle face. Since the emperor fell ill, Xie Chaochao has been waiting by his side day and night, personally decocting medicine, feeding him, and telling interesting stories in the past to comfort the emperor's heart. Her figure seems particularly thin and tough in the empty palace.

In the dead of night, a burst of hurried footsteps broke the silence. It was the maids hurrying in and out, with a bit of worry and uneasiness. Queen Xie Chaochao finally couldn't hold on. The long-term fatigue and mental tension hit her like a tide. She leaned gently on the bed, her eyes slowly closed, as if even her breathing became weak and heavy.

The imperial physician who rushed over upon hearing the news walked into the bedroom with a solemn face, his silver needle flickering coldly under the candlelight. After a meticulous examination, the imperial physician's brows gradually relaxed, and a barely perceptible joy flashed across his eyes, but was quickly replaced by solemnity. He slowly knelt down, with a trembling voice, and reported to the sleeping queen: "Congratulations, Queen, you are pregnant. This is a blessing for our Great Xia and a blessing for the Emperor. But because of this, the Queen needs to rest well and take care of herself to avoid a miscarriage."

As soon as these words came out, the whole palace seemed to be gently surrounded by a warm current. The maids looked at each other, then whispered to each other, with tears of joy in their eyes. Although the queen did not wake up, she seemed to be able to feel this miracle of life. The corners of her mouth inadvertently raised a gentle arc, as if she was having a silent conversation with her future child in her dream.

However, behind this joy, there are also hidden worries. The emperor's illness has not yet healed, and the queen has a new baby. The whole palace seems to be shrouded in an invisible pressure. The queen's confidants began to arrange everything more carefully, to ensure that the emperor's condition is stable, and to provide the best care for the queen during her pregnancy, and no detail dares to be neglected.

In the following days, Empress Xie Chaochao's life was replanned. Although she could no longer take care of the emperor in person as before, her heart was always closely connected with the emperor. Every day, she would pass messages through the maids to ask about the emperor's condition. At the same time, she also began to learn more about the knowledge of nurturing life, looking forward to the arrival of new life, and bringing new hope and vitality to the Great Xia Dynasty.

Deep in the magnificent palace, in the bedroom of Empress Xie Chaochao, a ray of gentle morning light shines through the exquisite window lattices, sprinkling on the carved pear wood table, adding a touch of warmth to this solemn place. Today, the Empress is slightly ill, and the imperial physician advises that she needs to be nourished with chicken soup to help her recover. So, the personal maid Xiao Cui quietly shuttles between the kitchen and the bedroom, just to cook a bowl of hot and fragrant chicken soup for the Empress herself to show her loyalty and care.

Xiao Cui held a bronze spoon and carefully scooped up the boiling golden soup in the pot. There were a few green chopped green onions and a few pieces of tender chicken floating in the soup, which exuded an alluring aroma, as if it could instantly dispel all pain and fatigue. However, at this critical moment, a sudden gust of wind slipped in through the half-open window, blowing the flames on the stove, causing the boiling chicken soup to suddenly splash a few drops of hot liquid, which fell squarely on Xiao Cui's slender fingers.

"Ah!" A crisp and short cry broke the morning tranquility. Xiao Cui's hand shrank suddenly, and her eyes instantly turned red in pain. The spoon in her hand almost fell out of her hand. The few drops of boiling hot chicken soup left a few shocking red marks on the back of her white hand, like the most biting snow in winter, but left an indescribable warmth in her heart.

Empress Xie Chaochao, who was usually dignified and steady, and the mother of the country, completely ignored her status at this moment, and rushed over at the sound, her eyes full of anxiety and heartache. She gently pulled Xiao Cui aside, and used her soft silk handkerchief to carefully wipe the soup stains on Xiao Cui's hands. Every action revealed deep concern and reluctance. "Silly child, how could you be so careless?" Her voice was soft and slightly reproachful, but it seemed more like she was blaming herself for not being able to prevent such an accident in advance.

Xiao Cui held back her tears and said with her head down: "I just hope that Your Majesty can drink this soup earlier so that she can get better soon..." Before she finished speaking, the tears in her eyes finally burst out and dripped onto the silk handkerchief in the Queen's hand, leaving traces of deep affection.

Xie Chaochao sighed softly, her eyes full of tenderness and determination: "How can I not know your feelings? But remember, you are also an indispensable member of this palace. Your health is equally important." As she spoke, she took the bowl of chicken soup herself, as if holding a precious heart, blew on it gently, and then slowly handed it to Xiao Cui, indicating that she should treat her wound first and then come to serve her.

The maid's hand was accidentally burned by the boiling hot tea. In an instant, a shocking red appeared on her delicate skin, like the most dazzling rays of light under the setting sun, but with a burning pain that could not be ignored. She suddenly retracted her hand, and the teacup fell to the ground. The crisp shattering sound echoed in the quiet palace, like a stone suddenly thrown on a calm lake, stirring up layers of ripples.

Hot water splashed everywhere, and a few drops of water playfully jumped onto the embroidered shoes of Empress Xie Chaochao. She frowned slightly, but her eyes immediately fell on the trembling hands of the maid. Those hands, which usually do her makeup and draw eyebrows, are gentle and dexterous, but now they are shaking helplessly like a frightened deer.

"Quick, quick, call the imperial physician!" Xie Chaochao's voice was filled with unquestionable anxiety. She waved her hand gently, signaling the maid beside her to quickly summon him. The atmosphere in the palace suddenly became tense, as if even the air had frozen, waiting for the imperial physician to arrive.