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

On that sunny and spring morning, the sun shone through the gauze-like clouds and gently sprinkled on the ancient and prosperous capital. On the streets, people walked out of their homes one after another, their faces filled with unprecedented expectations and joy, because they were about to receive a heavy and meaningful gift from the palace. This gift was not only a recognition of their hard work, but also a reflection of Queen Xie Chaochao's foresight and concern for the people.

With the sound of clear horse hooves and melodious music, a magnificent convoy escorted by royal guards slowly drove into the city. Each carriage was loaded with heavy cloth bags filled with food, cloth and medicinal materials - these were undoubtedly precious supplies that came as a timely help to ordinary people. Wherever the convoy passed, the crowd surged and cheers rose and fell, as if the entire capital was surrounded by this warm power.

When the motorcade finally stopped at the square in the center of the city, Empress Xie Chaochao's handwritten letter and gifts were solemnly displayed in front of everyone. In the letter, she expressed her deep concern for the suffering of the people and her gratitude for their silent support for the country with gentle and firm strokes. Xie Chaochao promised that no matter what difficulties the country faced, as long as the people needed it, the royal family would stand together with the people to overcome the difficulties.

When the common people saw the letter, their eyes were filled with tears. They knelt on the ground spontaneously, put their hands together, and touched their foreheads to the cold stone pavement, expressing their respect and gratitude to the queen in the most pious manner. The trembling voices of the elderly and the clear voices of the children intertwined, and they said in unison: "Long live the queen! If you need us, we will go through fire and water without hesitation!"

At this moment, the air was filled with an indescribable warmth and determination. The people's vows, like the most tenacious buds in spring, broke through the ground.

On a spring afternoon, the sun shines through the gauze curtains and sprinkles on a corner of the Forbidden City, adding a bit of tenderness and vitality to this ancient palace. In an exquisite boudoir deep in the harem, Xie Chaochao, the noble imperial concubine, is sitting leisurely in front of the window, holding a book in her hand, but her eyes occasionally drift out of the window, as if she is expecting something. She is pregnant with a new life of the royal family, and the joy of becoming a mother makes her face more gentle and moving.

At this moment, a burst of light footsteps broke the silence in the room, and a maid dressed in emerald green, with a happy face, hurried into the room, holding something that looked like a letter in her hand. She bowed respectfully, then looked at Xie Chaochao with a smile in her eyes, as if she was holding great good news.

"Your Majesty, I have just returned from outside the palace and brought you the people's words of praise for you." The maid's voice was clear and pleasant, and every word was like the most beautiful music in spring, instantly lighting up the light in Xie Chaochao's eyes.

Xie Chaochao couldn't help but raise her lips slightly when she heard the words. Her heartfelt joy was like a flower blooming in spring, gorgeous and warm. She gently put down the book in her hand and unconsciously touched her belly with both hands, where her hope and future were being nurtured. For her, the people's praise was not only a recognition of her personally, but also a blessing and expectation for her unborn child.

"Hurry, tell me what's going on." Xie Chaochao's tone was full of eagerness and anticipation. She longed to hear the voices from the people. Those simple and sincere words could always give her endless strength and comfort.

The maid was delighted to see this. She gently unfolded the "letter" in her hand. It turned out to be a neatly folded piece of paper, densely written with the people's praise and blessings for Xie Chaochao. Some said that she was kind-hearted and always showed kindness to the people; some praised her for her beauty and virtue, and that she was a model for the harem; many people even mentioned that they hoped that the baby in her belly would grow up healthily and become a benevolent king.

After listening to the maid's retelling, Xie Chaochao's eyes were slightly red, those were tears of being touched and happy. She took a deep breath, as if to absorb all the warmth and love into her heart. Then, she stood up and walked lightly to the workbench beside her, where various sewing tools and fabrics were placed.

"I want to make a tiger-head hat for my child myself." Xie Chaochao's voice was firm and gentle, and her eyes were shining with the maternal radiance, which was a kind of firmness and tenderness that only belonged to a mother. She picked out the softest fabric, which was a warm yellow, symbolizing hope and vitality. She sewed carefully, stitch by stitch, and each stitch contained a good wish for the future, and each thread woven the deep and delicate maternal love.

As the afterglow of the setting sun gradually filled the entire room, Xie Chaochao's tiger-head hat was almost finished. The hat was small and exquisite, the tiger head was lifelike, and the two big eyes seemed to be able to see all the beauty in the world. Xie Chaochao gently stroked it, her heart filled with infinite tenderness and expectation. She knew that when this tiger-head hat was worn on the child's head, it would be a love that transcended time and space, connecting mother and child, as well as connecting the court and the people, and conveying endless warmth and hope.

At this moment, Xie Chaochao's heart was filled with gratitude and happiness. She knew that no matter what the future held, this love would always be her most solid support.

In that ancient and quiet town, tiger-head hats are the most anticipated treasures for children in winter. Every stitch and every thread contains the deep love and blessings of the elders. Xie Chaochao, a stubborn girl full of curiosity about the world, has had a strong interest in handicrafts since she was a child. Whenever the cold wind blows, the children in the town wear all kinds of tiger-head hats, and she has an indescribable desire in her heart - to sew a unique tiger-head hat for herself.

However, this is not an easy task. The production of tiger-head hats requires precision and vividness, showing the majesty and bravery of the tiger while retaining the innocence and cuteness of the child. Although Xie Chaochao is smart, she is still a beginner in the art of embroidery. She tried countless times, from material selection to cutting, from outlining to filling, she poured her efforts and enthusiasm into every step. But the results were always unsatisfactory. The lines of those tiger heads were either crooked or the eyes were dull, lacking the charm of vividness and spirit.

As the night fell and the candlelight flickered, Xie Chaochao sat in front of the window, holding the half-finished tiger-head hat tightly in her hand, her brows furrowed, her eyes flashing with unwillingness and frustration. Outside the window, snowflakes fell quietly, covering the town with a layer of white gauze, and seemed to silently comfort this persistent girl.