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

Deep in the quiet and slightly messy courtyard, the afterglow of the setting sun was like fine gold, scattered on the bluestone slabs, giving this slightly desolate scene a warm color. Xie Chaochao, the woman in plain clothes with extraordinary temperament, was kneeling gently and attentively beside an injured child. The child was in tattered clothes, with mud and tears all over his face, and it was obvious that he had just experienced a big storm.

Her movements were gentle and skillful, as if she was treating the most precious porcelain in the world, fearing that the slightest carelessness would cause irreparable cracks. Xie Chaochao poured out a light green ointment from the exquisite vial she carried with her. The ointment exuded a faint herbal fragrance, which instantly filled the air, forming a sharp contrast with the dusty smell around it, bringing a subtle sense of peace. Her fingertips gently touched the child's wound, and each application was accompanied by a gentle whisper, as if she was soothing the child's fear and pain in the most gentle way.

The maid standing by, named Cui'er, had complex emotions in her eyes. She clasped her hands tightly in front of her chest, with a look of admiration and emotion in her eyes, and whispered softly: "Miss, you are really as kind as a bodhisattva, and you treat these children from poor families so wholeheartedly. How wonderful it would be if there were more good people like you in this world."

Xie Chaochao's lips curled up gently when she heard this, but there was a hint of bitterness and determination hidden in that smile. "Cui'er, there are many sufferings in this world. Although what we can do is limited, it will be worth it if we can bring a little warmth to this cold world with our own strength." Her words were gentle but firm, as if she was talking to Cui'er, but more like she was making a silent oath to herself.

As the ointment slowly seeped into the wound, the child's sobbing gradually subsided, replaced by a peaceful sleeping face. Xie Chaochao carefully bandaged the wound with a clean cloth, and every move revealed her respect and cherishment for life. Under the setting sun, this scene was like a warm and slightly sad painting, which made people feel emotional and deepened Cui'er's admiration for her.

Everything around seemed to be still, with only the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves and the occasional laughter of children playing in the distance. In this forgotten corner, Xie Chaochao lit a faint light for the world with her kindness. Although the light was small, it was enough to warm people's hearts and illuminate the way forward. All of this will become a beautiful memory that Cui'er will always remember in her heart, inspiring her to warm the world with kindness like the young lady in the future.

In the vast territory of the empire, there is a small town called Xuehua. It is surrounded by mountains and rivers and has a picturesque scenery. However, it has fallen into an unprecedented crisis due to a sudden natural disaster. The heavy rains in recent days have been like angry beasts, constantly invading this peaceful land. Finally, on a dark and windy night, a mountain torrent broke out, causing a large-scale landslide, ruthlessly swallowing up part of Xuehua Town, and the lives of countless people are in danger.

The news spread quickly into the imperial city, alarming the high and mighty emperor, Chu Heng. This young and wise monarch usually stayed at home, but he showed extraordinary concern for the suffering of the people. Upon hearing about the tragic situation in Xuehua Town, Chu Heng felt as if his heart was pierced by thousands of arrows. He immediately made a vow to personally lead the army to rescue the people who were struggling in dire straits.

"Send orders immediately to summon the Royal Guards and prepare horses and food. I will go to Xuehua Town in person to save the people from the dire situation!" Chu Heng's voice was sonorous and powerful, echoing in the magnificent palace. Every word contained unquestionable determination.

For a moment, the imperial city was brightly lit, and the sound of horse hooves and horns intertwined, forming a tense and orderly rescue prelude. Chu Heng, dressed in a black suit, with a sword symbolizing imperial power on his waist, was heroic, riding his favorite warhorse, leading a rescue team composed of elite soldiers and generals, and marching towards Xuehua Town like a storm.

Along the way, they overcame numerous difficulties, including muddy roads and roads blocked by landslides, but Chu Heng and his team never backed down. They cut through mountains and built bridges over rivers, demonstrating with their actions what it means to be responsible and courageous to rule the world.

Finally, at dawn, they arrived at the devastated town of Snowflake. The scene before them was heartbreaking: houses collapsed, roads broken, and survivors huddled in makeshift tents or sat helplessly on the ruins, their eyes full of despair and hope.

Chu Heng did not delay for a moment. He immediately ordered: "All soldiers listen up, divide into several teams, and make every effort to search and rescue the trapped people. At the same time, mobilize supplies to ensure that their basic living needs are met." With his order, the rescue operation was quickly launched. The soldiers were like scattered stars, shuttling among the ruins, using their hands and simple tools to dig out the hope of life bit by bit.

In this rescue race against time, Chu Heng not only demonstrated his determination and courage as an emperor, but also lit up the light of hope in the hearts of the people of Xuehua Town with his warm and firm heart. Every life rescued and every successful rescue is like a ray of sunshine in winter, warm and bright, which gradually brings new vitality to this land that was once shrouded in disaster.

Emperor Chu Heng, dressed in a dragon robe, hurriedly walked through the long corridor with carved beams and painted buildings. Every step seemed to be on the beat of time, urgent but majestic. His heart was tightly gripped by an inexplicable worry, a kind of tenderness and concern that an emperor rarely showed. The destination was the palace called "Feng Qi Wu" located deep in the harem, where his beloved, Empress Xie Chaochao, lived.

The moment he stepped into Fengqiwu, the air seemed to be filled with a faint scent of medicine and flowers, which was both fresh and carried a hint of imperceptible worry. Chu Heng's eyes passed through the exquisite screen and saw the figure that haunted him. Xie Chaochao, the mother of the country, was curled up on the soft brocade couch at this moment, her face as pale as paper, her hands weakly covering her lower abdomen, her brows furrowed, and beads of sweat slowly slid down her delicate face, making her look particularly lovable.

Seeing this, Chu Heng's heart suddenly tightened, as if being pricked by thousands of needles at the same time. He quickly stepped forward, almost instinctively stretched out his hand, gently and firmly supported Xie Chaochao's slender waist, and carefully let her lean on his chest. At that moment, all the power and majesty seemed to dissipate with the wind outside the palace gate, leaving only a husband's deep heartache and reluctance to his wife.