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

Queen Xie Chaochao slowly opened her eyes that seemed to contain the gentleness of autumn water, and woke up from her deep sleep. The moment she woke up, she felt that her whole body was tightly wrapped by an indescribable warmth, just like the warmest sunshine in spring gently brushing past, dispelling the coldness and fatigue accumulated over the past few days.

She turned her head slightly, and her eyes inadvertently fell on the blazing charcoal fire beside her. The charcoal fire was warm and pure red, and the flames jumped, like the most agile dancer in winter, dyeing every inch of the space with warm and bright colors. In the charcoal basin, the charcoal crackled, and a few sparks splashed from time to time, like the brightest stars in the night sky, embellishing this quiet and warm bedroom.

Xie Chaochao's lips involuntarily curled up into an extremely gentle smile, which showed both gratitude for the unexpected warmth and cherishment for the peaceful life in front of her. She stretched out her hand, and her fingertips gently touched the delicate gauze curtain hanging by the window, feeling the subtle blend of the cool breeze coming in from the gap outside the window and the warm air in the room, and an indescribable sense of peace and satisfaction surged in her heart.

However, this tranquility did not last long. Xie Chaochao's brows suddenly knitted slightly, and a trace of barely perceptible worry flashed in her eyes. She knew very well that in the depths of this magnificent and powerful palace, every warmth might be short-lived, and behind every peace there was an unknown undercurrent. Thinking of this, she could not help but sigh softly, and that sigh contained both helplessness towards fate and determination and unyieldingness towards the future.

At this moment, the door of the bedroom was gently pushed open, and a maid walked in quietly, holding a delicate porcelain bowl in her hand. The bowl was steaming and exuding an alluring aroma. The maid lowered her eyes and walked lightly, as if she was afraid of disturbing this rare tranquility. She gently placed the porcelain bowl on the table and said softly: "Empress, this is the ginger soup specially prepared for you by the imperial kitchen. It is said to drive away the cold and warm the body. Please drink it while it is hot."

Xie Chaochao nodded gently, her eyes fell on the jumping charcoal fire again, but her heart was already surging. She knew that she was not only the queen of this palace, but also the hope of the future of this country. No matter how bumpy the road ahead was, she had to go on firmly, use her wisdom and courage to protect every life on this land, and let this rare warmth and light shine forever on this ancient and hopeful land.

Thinking of this, she slowly picked up the porcelain bowl. The warm ginger soup slid down her throat, not only warming her body, but also like a force that injected into her heart, making her more calm and determined in facing the coming storm.

The sun shines through the delicate window lattices, dappling into the bedroom of Empress Xie Chaochao, adding a touch of warmth to this quiet space. The light gauze curtains sway gently, as if even the air is filled with a hint of laziness and leisure. At this moment, a maid dressed in emerald green and with a pretty face steps lightly into the room, holding a tray in her hand, which is steaming and fragrant, instantly breaking the tranquility in the room.

She immediately saw Xie Chaochao slowly opening his eyes on the bed. Those eyes seemed to contain the sea of ​​stars. Although they were a little hazy from just waking up, they still couldn't hide their unique nobility and gentleness. The maid was delighted and quickly quickened her pace, lightly placing the tray on the table, her movements were skillful and respectful.

"Your Majesty, you are finally awake!" The maids' voices were filled with joy, as if this simple awakening was the greatest blessing for them. "The kitchen has specially prepared many exquisite delicacies for you, including your favorite emerald shrimp porridge, crystal clear osmanthus cake, and the steaming hot crab roe dumplings that have just come out of the pot. Every bite is carefully prepared and is waiting for your Majesty to taste."

Xie Chaochao smiled gently when she heard this. That smile was like the warmest spring breeze, blowing through people's hearts. She gently propped herself up, put on a quilt embroidered with intricate patterns, and slowly walked down from the bed. Every step she took seemed so elegant and calm. The sunlight danced in her hair, giving her a faint halo and adding a bit of otherworldly temperament.

Walking to the table, Xie Chaochao first carefully looked at the delicacies on the table. Each dish was like a work of art, with good color, fragrance and taste, making people reluctant to put down their chopsticks. Finally, her eyes fell on the bowl of jade shrimp porridge, which was what her mother often made for her when she was young. Whenever she tasted it, it always evoked the most tender memories in her heart.

She gently picked up the silver spoon, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, and put it into her mouth. The warm porridge slid across her tongue, and the delicious shrimp and the soft porridge blended perfectly. A warm current instantly surged through her body, as if all the fatigue of the past few days had dissipated. Xie Chaochao closed her eyes and savored the happiness from her taste buds, and an indescribable satisfaction and peace surged in her heart.

All of this was undoubtedly the most beautiful scene for the maid. She stood quietly by, watching her queen enjoying the food, her heart filled with endless respect and blessings for the queen. In this palace full of power struggles, it is rare to have such a warm and peaceful moment, and it makes people cherish it even more.

Outside the window, the breeze blew by, the fragrance of flowers filled the air, and it seemed that even nature was singing for the beauty of this moment. And in this small bedroom, Queen Xie Chaochao and her maid were weaving a story about love and food, about warmth and hope, bringing a touch of unusual warmth to this cold palace.

In the magnificent Fengyi Palace with carved beams and painted buildings, Empress Xie Chaochao, wearing a complex and gorgeous palace dress, sat at a carved pear wood table, which was filled with a variety of exquisite dishes, steaming and fragrant. The sun shone through the exquisite window lattices and sprinkled on her gentle jade-like face, adding a bit of soft brilliance to her. She opened her red lips slightly and chewed slowly, as if she was tasting the ups and downs of life with every bite, and seemed to be enjoying this rare quiet time.

On the side, the personal maid Xiao Cui, dressed in a light green palace dress, was standing by carefully, her eyes always paying attention to every subtle movement of the queen. Seeing that the queen finally put down her chopsticks and seemed to have something to say, Xiao Cui hurriedly stepped forward and asked respectfully: "Your Majesty, do you want to ask what time it is now?"

Xie Chaochao gently raised her hand and wiped the corner of her mouth with a handkerchief embroidered with gold thread. There was a subtle expectation in her eyes, and her voice was soft and slightly majestic: "Well, what time is it now?"

Xiao Cui looked down at the exquisite silver pocket watch on her wrist and quickly replied, "Your Majesty, it is already noon and the sun is high in the sky."