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

Empress Xie Chaochao, wearing a gorgeous dress with gold and phoenix embroidery, sat in front of the carved pear wood window, her eyes gently and deeply penetrating the winter mist, and fell on the proud and rugged plum tree in the courtyard. Outside the window, snowflakes were flying, and in the silver-clad world, all the trees were bleak, only the plum blossoms, not afraid of the severe cold, bloomed alone, and the red dots were as bright as fire, reflecting in the empress's affectionate eyes, as if they were the most tenacious brushstrokes of nature, outlining a touch of unyielding vitality in this lonely winter.

She raised her hand gently, her fingertips brushed the ice crystals on the window, and the emotions in her heart were more complicated than the snow outside the window. Empress Xie Chaochao was not only a mother of the country, but also a woman of tenacity and outstanding talent. She knew that the reason why the plum blossom could bloom alone when all the flowers were falling was because of its indomitable spirit and courage to challenge adversity. This tenacity was just like her deep concern for the country and her firm belief in the future.

Looking at the plum blossoms, Xie Chaochao was very happy.

Because it was so beautiful, the kind that was impossible to fault, she sighed with a smile.

"The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold," she murmured softly. Although her voice was light, it seemed to contain a thousand pounds of force, and every word struck her heart. The queen thought of the difficulties she had encountered since entering the palace. From a young girl who had just entered the palace to the queen who now ruled the harem and assisted the king, she had experienced countless wind, frost, rain and snow along the way, just like the plum blossom, which had experienced the test of severe cold before it could bloom its most dazzling light.

Her thoughts followed the snowflakes outside the window, as if she had traveled through time and space, back to the days when she fought side by side with the emperor and overcame difficulties together. The power struggles in the court, the intrigues in the harem, every crisis, every escape from danger, made her understand more clearly that true strength does not lie in overwhelming power, but in inner tenacity and perseverance.

At this moment, looking at the plum blossom swaying in the wind and snow, Empress Xie Chaochao's eyes flashed with determination. She knew that although she was in the deep palace, her heart was concerned about the country, and her love for the country and care for the people would never diminish in the slightest because of the harsh environment. Just like this plum blossom, no matter how fierce the wind and snow, it will stand proudly until spring comes and the flowers bloom.

"May I be as strong and indestructible as the plum blossom." The queen made a silent vow in her heart. The determination and hope in her eyes were like a ray of sunshine in winter, penetrating the cold and illuminating the way forward.

The maid Xiao Cui hurried through the long corridor with carved beams and painted buildings. Each step seemed to be on the drumbeat of time, quick and powerful. In her hand, she tightly grasped an embroidered handkerchief, which was the favorite of Empress Xie Chaochao on weekdays, but at this moment, it was unconsciously wrinkled due to nervousness. The sunlight shone through the delicate window lattice, sprinkling on her face, but it could not shine into her worried eyes.

"Empress," Xiao Cui finally came to the magnificent palace and called softly with a barely perceptible tremor, "The Emperor... The Emperor is very angry." Her voice was like fallen leaves blown by the wind, with a hint of uneasiness and fear, gently falling into Xie Chaochao's ears.

Xie Chaochao was sitting in front of a bronze mirror. The girl in the mirror had eyebrows like distant mountains with smoke, and eyes like autumn water, but she frowned slightly because of the sudden news. The jade comb in her hand slowly slipped down, making a crisp sound, which was particularly harsh in this silent palace. The queen sighed softly, and there was both worry about the unknown and the calmness and determination as the master of the harem in her breath. "I know," she stood up, her gorgeous phoenix robe swaying gently, like a blooming peony. Even at this moment of impending storm, she still maintained her nobility and elegance, "I'll go over and take a look."

Seeing this, Xiao Cui hurried forward and carefully straightened the queen's clothes. Her deft hands seemed to be straightening the wings of a phoenix about to step into the storm. Queen Xie Chaochao slowly walked out of the palace, and every step she took showed her dignity and determination, as if telling the world that no matter how fierce the wind and rain were, she would stand there unwaveringly and protect everything she loved.

The cold wind of late winter cuts through every corner of the Forbidden City like a sharp blade, and the snowflakes are flying, making the entire imperial city look like a world covered in silver. Empress Xie Chaochao, wearing a luxurious golden phoenix robe, sits in the warm Fengyi Palace, but she can't hide a trace of worry between her brows. Outside the window, heavy snow is flying, which seems to indicate an ominous sign. She gently stirs the warm tea in her hand, and her eyes are cast at the closed palace door from time to time, thinking about the people outside the palace who are suffering from the wind and snow.

"Has the emperor come today?" Xie Chaochao asked softly to Qing'er, the personal maid standing beside him, with a barely perceptible hint of urgency in his voice.

Qing'er replied respectfully, "Your Majesty, the Emperor went to the Imperial Study early this morning and has not left since. He seems to be worried about the landslides caused by the heavy snow."

Hearing this, Xie Chaochao's brows furrowed even more tightly, and the teacup in her hand paused slightly, causing delicate ripples on the delicate porcelain surface. "Landslide... If the snow doesn't stop, I'm afraid more people will be affected." Her voice was low and worried, and her eyes flashed with deep concern for the people.

After a moment, she seemed to have made up her mind, stood up, and told Qing'er, "Prepare the sedan chair. I want to go to the imperial study to meet the emperor."

In the imperial study, the candlelight flickered, and Emperor Chu Heng was buried in a mountain of memorials. Every time he turned a page, he seemed to feel the heavy suffering of the people. His brows were furrowed, and his eyes revealed perseverance and determination, as if he was silently fighting against this sudden natural disaster.

When Empress Xie Chaochao stepped into the imperial study, Chu Heng looked up, with a hint of tenderness and surprise in his eyes. "Chaochao, why are you here?" He put down the pen in his hand, stood up to greet her, and his tone was a little apologetic, as if he felt that he had not informed her of all this in time.

Xie Chaochao walked forward slowly and gently held Chu Heng's hand, her eyes full of understanding and determination: "I heard that the heavy snow caused many landslides and the people are living in hardship. I came to ask the emperor if there is any good solution?"

Chu Heng sighed lightly, pulled Xie Chaochao to sit beside him, and said slowly: "I am very worried about this matter. There are many landslides, and rescue supplies are difficult to deliver quickly. In addition, the bad weather makes the rescue operation even more difficult." His voice was low and powerful, and every word revealed the responsibility and helplessness of an emperor.