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

"Look, I've joined in, what are you guys still standing there for?" The queen's voice was a little playful and encouraging, as if it instantly ignited the winter silence. The servants were finally infected by the queen's ease and carefreeness, and they all put aside their worries and joined in this sudden snowball fight. Snowballs flew in the air, laughter echoed in the snow, and the entire harem was instantly enveloped in joy and peace, as if even the air had become lighter.

Empress Xie Chaochao, wearing a luxurious brocade gown, sat by the carved window, with snowflakes flying outside, like a fairyland. Her gentle eyes swept across the silver-clad imperial garden, where the servants were laughing, making snowmen, or having snowball fights. The laughter and joy echoed in the cold air, adding a bit of vitality and warmth to the quiet winter palace.

The corners of her mouth inadvertently outlined a gentle arc, and her eyes flashed with maternal radiance, as if she could penetrate the layers of snowflakes and see the innocent happiness directly reflected in her heart. Xie Chaochao gently raised her hand and brushed her fingertips across her slightly bulging belly, where her new life was being nurtured, a little life that was about to come into this world. Her movements were gentle and full of love, as if she was afraid of disturbing this precious tranquility.

"My little baby," she whispered, her voice full of tenderness and expectation, "Look, the world outside is so beautiful. People are looking for the simplest happiness in this silvery white world. When you are born, your mother will take you with her, put on thick cotton clothes and furry gloves, and we will walk into this dreamy snow scene together, play snowball fights with you, and build a big snowman, so that it will become our common memory."

As she spoke, Xie Chaochao seemed to have foreseen the scene: she and the baby holding hands, leaving a series of footprints of varying depths on the snow, the baby's laughter was crisp and sweet, like the most beautiful music in winter, melting all the cold and sorrow. At that moment, time seemed to freeze, leaving only endless warmth and happiness.

However, behind this warm picture, Xie Chaochao also has a subtle worry in her heart. She knows that the court is full of ups and downs, and the struggle for power never stops. But she secretly vows that no matter how bumpy the road ahead is, she will do her best to support a pure sky for this little life, let him/her thrive in love and freedom, and enjoy all the beauty in this world.

Thinking of this, Xie Chaochao looked out the window again. The falling snow seemed to become more gentle, and each snowflake carried her beautiful vision and firm belief for the future. At this moment, the entire palace seemed to be warmed by this motherly love, and even the air was filled with a faint sweetness and hope.

Deep in the magnificent palace with carved beams and painted buildings, a gentle sunlight shines through the delicate window lattices and gently falls on the luxurious phoenix robe of Empress Xie Chaochao, adding a touch of softness and holiness to her. Empress Xie Chaochao, the woman who is loved by everyone, is sitting quietly on the embroidered couch decorated with intricate patterns, with her hands gently resting on her slightly bulging belly, her eyes shining with the glory of motherhood and endless expectations.

Life in the palace was prosperous but lonely, but everything changed since this little life was quietly nurtured in her body. Her world seemed to be filled with a warm and powerful force, which was the joy and pride of becoming a mother, a precious wealth that could not be compared with any treasure.

At this moment, a subtle and wonderful feeling came from her abdomen, as if the baby in her belly suddenly became conscious and kicked gently but firmly a few times. This sudden interaction made Xie Chaochao's heart tremble suddenly, and then she was overwhelmed by an indescribable sense of happiness. She lowered her head in surprise, her eyes were so gentle that they could drip water, as if they could penetrate the abdominal wall and directly communicate with that little life.

"Baby, is that you? Do you feel your mother's love?" Xie Chaochao's voice was gentle and full of love, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously raised, outlining a gentle arc. At this moment, time seemed to freeze, and the entire palace fell silent, leaving only the tacit understanding and connection between mother and son that could be deeply understood without words.

Seeing this, the maids around also cast gentle glances at the queen, secretly happy for her in their hearts. They knew that this kick was not only of great significance to the queen, but also a new hope and beginning for the entire royal family.

Xie Chaochao gently stroked her belly, with unprecedented determination and strength in her heart. She secretly vowed that no matter how many storms and challenges there would be in the future, she would use all of herself to protect this little life and let it (her) thrive in love and light. This determination is like a bud breaking through the ground in spring, although small, it contains endless vitality, heralding that a new chapter full of excitement and miracles is about to begin.

Emperor Chu Heng, dressed in a dragon robe, walked steadily through the winding corridor. Every step seemed to echo history. There was a bit of eagerness and tenderness in his eyes, and his target was directly at the most magnificent palace - the Queen's bedroom.

In the queen's bedroom, the flickering candlelight illuminates a gentle figure, who is leaning against the window, gazing at the plum blossoms swaying in the cold wind outside the window, with a hint of worry between her brows. The queen, the master of the harem, enjoys all the splendor, but also endures loneliness and pressure that others can hardly imagine.

Chu Heng gently pushed the door open, fearing to disturb the tranquility. His eyes instantly locked onto the pretty figure, and an indescribable tenderness surged in his heart. He slowly approached, speaking in a low and gentle voice: "Queen, it's late at night and the dew is heavy. Do you feel cold?" His words were full of concern and care.

The queen turned around when she heard the voice, and her eyes met Chu Heng's. At that moment, it seemed as if all her troubles disappeared. She shook her head gently, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. That smile was like a flower blooming in spring, warm and bright. "I am fine, thank you for your concern, Your Majesty."

However, Chu Heng did not give up. He stretched out his hands and gently held the queen's slightly cold hands, as if he wanted to pass all his warmth to her. He lowered his head and breathed on the soft hands, his movements were gentle and delicate, as if he was protecting the most precious treasure in the world. "Your hands are so cold, how can I not worry?" His voice was full of affection and reluctance.

The queen felt the warmth from his palm and the heavy care, and her eyes could not help but turn red. She looked up, her eyes sparkling with tears, but also full of happiness.