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

Although the palace was surrounded by the warm atmosphere of summer, in Xie Chaochao's heart, it seemed as if a door to the quiet world of winter had been opened, allowing her soul to temporarily escape from this irritable season and wander in the memory of the snow-covered but warm memory. This unique emotion and reverie not only made her state of mind peaceful and profound, but also made the audience feel infected by this otherworldly beauty and yearning for it, as if they were walking together in that distant and pure winter time.

Deep in the magnificent palace, Empress Xie Chaochao prefers the beauty of winter. This secret preference is like a gentle breeze that inadvertently penetrates the thick palace walls and drifts into the ears of the servants who are busy outside. Xie Chaochao has a special liking for winter because she loves the world covered in silver. When snowflakes are flying, the entire imperial city seems to be enchanted, becoming quiet and pure. Every step records the tranquility and peace of the years. In her bedroom, there are always pictures of winter snow scenes. Whenever the cold wind blows through the window lattice, bringing a hint of coolness, she always gently touches those pictures, with endless yearning for winter in her eyes.

However, this elegant and pure love aroused different ripples in the hearts of the servants. The servants who rushed around in the cold wind every day, with their hands and feet frozen red, just to maintain the daily operation of the palace, heard about the queen's preference for winter, and they couldn't help but feel a little sad and dissatisfied. They sat around the cold stone steps, breathing heavily, rubbing their hands, and whispering.

"Look, the Queen who is so high and mighty naturally doesn't understand the suffering of little people like us." An old servant with an aged face spoke first, his voice trembling a little due to the cold.

"Yes, there is no fun in winter for us." Another younger maid said, her hands were red from the cold, but she still insisted on doing the unfinished work in her hands. "For us servants, working in winter is a hundred times harder than usual. Our fingers are so stiff that we can hardly hold the broom, and the shoes on our feet seem to be stepping on ice. Every step is like walking on thin ice."

Several servants around also nodded in agreement, their eyes showing both helplessness towards the queen's inability to understand their hard lives and silent protest against the miserable lives in winter. In this palace shrouded in power and luxury, the fate of the servants seemed to be always forgotten in the corner. Their joys, sorrows, anger and happiness were like a snowflake in winter, beautiful but fleeting, and no one cared or paid attention to them.

However, just as this dissatisfaction was quietly spreading, a subtle but firm voice pierced through the crowd: "Perhaps, we can try to make this winter less unbearable in our own way." This was a little eunuch who was usually taciturn. There was an unusual light flashing in his eyes, as if suggesting that even in this seemingly desperate winter, there was a possibility of changing one's destiny.

Under the deep and silent night, in the magnificent palace, the bedroom of Empress Xie Chaochao was gently shrouded by a soft but slightly dim candlelight, as if even time had slowed down here. Xie Chaochao, a woman with a stunning appearance, showed a hint of fatigue between her brows. She gently rubbed her temples, and her eyes, which seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, flashed with a desire for tranquility.

"I want to rest, you all may leave." Her voice was gentle but full of unquestionable majesty, like a spring breeze, warm but also a little chilly. Upon hearing this, the servants stopped their work, some lowered their heads to adjust their clothes, while others exchanged glances secretly, as if they were all trying to guess what the young queen was thinking.

However, just as the tranquility was about to fall, an untimely cold snort suddenly sounded, like a cold wind in winter, instantly breaking the harmony in the room. The voice came from a seemingly ordinary servant, with a barely perceptible sneer on his lips and a complex light flashing in his eyes, as if it was a silent protest against the queen's order.

"Hmph, the Queen is truly a princess, how can she understand the hard work of us servants?" His words were soft but clear, like a sharp blade that cut through the tranquility of the room. Upon hearing his words, some of the servants around him looked embarrassed, while others quietly lowered their heads, as if they were all waiting for the storm that might happen next.

Xie Chaochao frowned slightly when she heard this, but the displeasure was gone in an instant, replaced by a faint bitter smile. She knew very well that in this seemingly glamorous palace, everyone had their own difficulties, and as the queen, although she enjoyed supreme glory, she also carried an unspeakable burden.

"Forget it. If you have any complaints in your heart, just leave. But this charcoal fire..." Her words were somewhat helpless, but also revealed a kind of tolerance and generosity. Before she finished speaking, the servants really put out the charcoal fires one by one without hesitation, and then quietly left the palace one by one, leaving Xie Chaochao alone, staring at the night outside the window quietly in the gradually cooling air, with mixed feelings in his heart.

It was like the most ruthless cold wind in winter, penetrating through the layers of brocade curtains and reaching her soft heart. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, like butterfly wings swaying in the morning dew, and slowly opened, and what came into view was a hazy and dark bedroom. The air was filled with a faint musty dampness and coldness, and even the breath seemed to condense into frost.

She unconsciously exhaled a breath of warm air, and the white mist swirled and dissipated in the air, just like the indescribable loneliness and uneasiness in her heart at the moment. Outside the window, the moonlight was like water, but it was a bit bitingly cold, reflecting on the exquisite window lattice, and the silver white was a bit desolate. Xie Chaochao realized that this cold night seemed to be more unbearable than usual. The charcoal fire had gone out at some point, leaving only the embers lingering in the furnace, emitting a faint sigh.

She called out softly, her voice was as thin as a mosquito, but it was particularly clear in the quiet night. After a while, there were small and hurried footsteps outside the door. It was Xiao Cui, the personal maid, who hurried over with a basket of newly added charcoal in her hands, with a bit of worry and apology on her face. "Madam, it was my negligence that made you catch a cold." Xiao Cui said as she walked quickly to the stove and skillfully added fire. The charcoal made a "crackling" sound when it met the air, as if it was the only life in this quiet night.