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

Empress Xie Chaochao, wearing a gorgeous dress with gold embroidered phoenix, sat quietly in the pavilion in the back garden, surrounded by snowflakes like gauze, like a moving winter painting. She opened her red lips slightly, exhaled orchid-like breath, and her eyes gently swept across the world wrapped in silver outside the window. It was a pure and flawless beauty, but also revealed a bit of loneliness and coldness.

"This snow is so beautiful that it makes people intoxicated." She sighed softly, and then turned her eyes to the maids and servants standing by. They were holding heaters or brushing away the snow on the eaves of the pavilion, their movements were skillful and respectful. "You are busy in this snowstorm. Do you feel tired?" The queen's voice was soft and concerned, like a ray of warm sunshine in spring, trying to penetrate the cold winter and warm everyone's heart.

The maids were all startled when they heard this, and then they exchanged glances with each other, and they all recalled what the emperor Chu Heng said at the palace banquet a few days ago. That day, after three rounds of wine, the emperor's eyes flashed with deep respect and love for the queen. He announced loudly: "My queen is the mother of the world. She sympathizes with the people and cares for the servants. She is truly a model for the harem. If you can serve her wholeheartedly, it will be a blessing for me and the country!" After that, the whole room was shocked, followed by thunderous applause and cheers. That honor and pride is still remembered by everyone present.

Thinking of this, the maids and servants felt a surge of warmth in their hearts. It was a feeling of being valued and respected, a warmth that they rarely experienced in this deep palace. So, they all knelt down, with sincere smiles on their faces, and answered in unison: "It is a blessing for us to serve the Queen, how can we feel it is hard?"

When Empress Xie Chaochao heard this, a gentle curve appeared on her lips, and her eyes sparkled with satisfaction and relief. She slowly stood up and stepped into the snow, each step light and graceful, as if she didn't want to disturb the beauty of this tranquility. She personally helped up a maid whose cheeks were red from the cold, and whispered softly: "I understand your intentions. But the weather is very cold, and you need to take care of yourself so that we can stay together for a long time."

This scene, like a warm and moving picture, was frozen in the winter snow scene in the back garden, making everyone present feel unprecedented warmth and strength. And the benevolence and thoughtfulness of Queen Xie Chaochao, like this unexpected heavy snow, quietly and silently nourished everyone's heart, making this cold palace warm because of love and lively because of affection.

Empress Xie Chaochao leaned gently against the carved window frame. The moonlight outside the window was like a wash, and the silver light sprinkled on her delicate face, but it could not hide the faint worry between her brows. Her eyes, which seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, were now revealing a trace of imperceptible fatigue, but she was still holding on not to let a trace of weakness leak out. She knew in her heart that the gentle lies of the servants were just to make her happy, trying to wipe away the burden on her shoulders with a sentence of "Your Majesty, are you tired?" But people are not saints, how can they be free from fatigue? In this deep palace, what you have to face every day is not only red tape, but also the invisible power and calculations. How can people not feel exhausted?

As the night deepened, the palace lanterns flickered, illuminating the quietness of the palace. The servants were filled with mixed emotions when they saw the queen in this state, but no one dared to speak to break the silence. They knew that the queen's worries were not only due to physical fatigue, but also to her worries about the situation in the court, her concern for the emperor, and her worries about the seemingly calm but actually turbulent harem. Every subtle change in her expression could be a reflection of the ups and downs in her heart.

There was a subtle sense of tension in the air, as if even breathing had become cautious. At this moment, a breeze blew by, bringing with it a few wisps of light floral scent, as if trying to ease the oppressive atmosphere. The queen gently closed her eyes, took a deep breath of this rare freshness, and a faint sadness surged in her heart. How she wished she could put it all aside temporarily and enjoy a moment of peace and freedom, but reality was like shackles, firmly binding her body and mind.

"Forget it," the queen finally spoke slowly. Although her voice was soft, it was full of unquestionable firmness. "You don't have to hide it from me anymore. Everyone has their limits, and I am no exception. But the affairs of this palace cannot tolerate any negligence. You can all retreat and rest. There are still many things waiting to be dealt with tomorrow."

After that, she waved her hand gently, signaling the servants to leave. When she was the only one left in the palace, Xie Chaochao finally relaxed her tense body and let the deep fatigue sweep over her. She closed her eyes, but all kinds of complicated situations and challenges she had to face emerged in her mind. In this deep palace, every step was like walking on thin ice, but she knew that as the queen, she had to be strong. For the sake of the country and the heavy responsibility, she had to keep moving forward, even if the road ahead was full of thorns, she had to go on without hesitation.

Empress Xie Chaochao, dressed in a gorgeous dress embroidered with gold and phoenixes, strolled through the snow-covered harem. It should have been a peaceful and joyful scene, but she unexpectedly caught a hint of unusual tension and depression in the air. Her eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and she instantly noticed this subtle difference, like an undercurrent surging under the calm lake.

The corners of her mouth lifted slightly, outlining a gentle yet majestic smile, that smile was like the first flower to bloom in spring, warm and powerful. Queen Xie Chaochao spoke softly, her voice soft but clear to the surroundings: "Everyone, today's snowy scenery is picturesque, it's a good time to play, don't let me spoil your fun. You continue your snowball fights, and let this snow-covered world be filled with more laughter and joy."

The servants were all shocked when they heard this. They either lowered their heads or stole a glance, and saw that the queen had a gentle smile, but her eyes were sharp and hard to detect, as if she could see through people's hearts. This sudden "order" made them feel surprised and awed. For a moment, no one dared to move easily, and they only felt that the invisible pressure in the air was getting heavier.

However, Empress Xie Chaochao's smile did not fade at all, but became even brighter. She slowly stepped into the center of the snow, her light steps seemed to leave no traces on the snow, and every step seemed to tell everyone that she was the real master of the harem, and could face it calmly regardless of wind or rain. She personally picked up a handful of snow, gently kneaded it into a ball, and then with an almost childlike movement, gently threw it to the stunned maid on the side. The snowball drew a beautiful arc in the air, and finally landed gently on the maid's shoulder, splashing a piece of fine snowflakes.