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

Upon hearing this, Chu Heng immediately put down his chopsticks and turned his eyes gently to Xie Chaochao, with a look that showed both the firmness of an emperor and the tenderness of a husband. He smiled gently, as if the first ray of spring sunshine, warm and bright, and then he carefully picked up a piece of crystal clear and attractive jade shrimp with chopsticks, his movements were gentle and steady, as if he was performing a sacred ceremony. When the shrimp landed steadily in Xie Chaochao's bowl, their eyes met inadvertently, and at that moment, it seemed as if the whole world had stopped, and the air was filled with the breath of sweetness and happiness.

Xie Chaochao looked up and met Chu Heng's gentle gaze, her cheeks slightly red, her eyes flashing with gratitude and happiness. She thanked him softly, her voice full of tenderness and dependence, as if at this moment, all the court struggles and red tape had been melted by this pure emotion, leaving only the most sincere emotional exchange between family members.

Mrs. Chu saw this scene, and she was filled with endless comfort and satisfaction. She knew that no matter how turbulent the outside world was, as long as this family was still there, this love and warmth would never dissipate. So she smiled gently, and that smile contained so much - memories of the past, expectations for the future, and a deep cherishment of everything in front of her.

In the ever-changing imperial city, Father Chu and the gentle and virtuous Madam Chu made a touching decision - they would stay in this magnificent palace and take care of the soon-to-be-delivered Queen Xie Chaochao wholeheartedly. This is not only a heavy responsibility, but also a manifestation of deep friendship with the royal family. Queen Xie Chaochao, the woman who is both wise and beautiful and deeply loved by the people, is now pregnant with a dragon child, and the entire palace is immersed in joy and expectation.

As night fell, silver light shone on the palace walls. Father Chu changed into plain casual clothes, with a look of barely perceptible worry and determination in his eyes. He gently pushed open the door of his son Chu Heng's room, and saw Chu Heng studying at his desk, his brows revealing a calmness and wisdom that was inconsistent with his age. Father Chu smiled slightly, a tacit understanding and encouragement that only fathers and sons could understand.

"Heng'er, come and have a few drinks with your father." Father Chu's voice was gentle and powerful, as if it could dispel all the haze. Chu Heng heard this and looked up at his father, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. Then he put down the book in his hand and followed his father into the pavilion in the courtyard. Around the pavilion, the flowers of various colors looked more beautiful in the moonlight, and the breeze blew, bringing waves of refreshing fragrance.

On the table, two exquisite wine cups were ready. Father Chu filled his son's cups with wine and took a sip himself, looking at the bright moon in the distance, as if he was telling his endless thoughts. "The pregnancy of Queen Chao Chao is related to the stability of the country. Although our Chu family cannot fight in the battlefield, it is our honor to be able to escort her in this deep palace." Father Chu's words were filled with pride and emotion.

Chu Heng listened quietly, with complex emotions surging in his heart. He knew very well that this was not only about protecting the queen, but also about defending the family's honor. As the night deepened, the conversation between the father and son became more in-depth, from family and national affairs to personal ambitions, every word was full of affection and expectations.

Finally, on a sunny morning, after a long and difficult delivery, Empress Xie Chaochao gave birth to a son with a clear cry, and the whole palace was in an uproar. Chu's father and Mrs. Chu rushed to the Empress' side to witness this historic moment. Chu Heng followed closely behind, looking at the little life, his heart surging with unprecedented excitement and sense of responsibility.

Queen Xie Chaochao, although exhausted, had a maternal glow on her face. She gently held the hands of Mr. Chu and Mrs. Chu, with tears of gratitude in her eyes. "It is my greatest luck to have you here." These words were simple but sincere, and moved everyone present.

As night fell, the glazed tiles of the Forbidden City glowed with a faint silver light under the caress of the moonlight, as if each tile carried endless history and secrets. Emperor Chu Heng, wearing a dragon robe with intricate gold thread totems embroidered on the lapels, drank alone in the pavilion of the Imperial Garden. Under the moonlight, his brows revealed a trace of unknown worry and determination.

The aroma of wine wafted in the air, interweaving with the night wind into a silent movement. Chu Heng gently sipped the fine wine in the cup. The wine was like his mood at the moment, mellow and a little bitter. His eyes passed through the layers of palace walls, as if he was looking for something, or as if he was recalling the past. At this time, a steady sound of footsteps broke the silence of the night. It was his father, the emperor, who slowly walked into the pavilion.

Although the face of the emperor was old, his eyes were still as sharp as an eagle. He sat opposite Chu Heng, with a look of scrutiny and expectation. There was no need for much talk between the two of them. The blood-related understanding and tacit understanding had already surpassed words.

Chu Heng put down his wine glass, took a deep breath, and as if he had made up his mind, he slowly said, "Father, I have something to tell you. After Empress Xie Chaochao gives birth to a son and recovers, I plan to give the throne to her."

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the pavilion froze instantly. A flash of surprise flashed across the eyes of the retired emperor, and then turned into deep thought. He knew his son. Chu Heng had extraordinary wisdom and mind since he was a child, but handing over the throne to someone else was undoubtedly an unprecedented bold move.

"Heng'er, do you know what the throne means? It is not only a symbol of power, but also the hope and sustenance of countless people." The voice of the retired emperor was low and powerful, and every word seemed to come from the bottom of his heart.

Chu Heng nodded, his eyes firm: "Of course I understand. But Chao Chao is not only my queen, but also a rare wise woman in this world. She cares about the people and has extraordinary talents in governing the country. I ask myself, I am far inferior to her in this regard. What's more, the throne should be occupied by the capable, not the shackles of bloodline."

The emperor was silent for a moment, as if he was weighing something. Finally, he spoke slowly, with a hint of barely perceptible relief in his voice: "Heng'er, your decision surprised and delighted me. If Chao Chao is really capable of this, I have no objection. However, this road will be full of thorns. Are you prepared?"

Chu Heng smiled slightly, that smile showed both a vision for the future and fearlessness in the face of challenges: "Father, rest assured, your son Chao Chao and I will be able to work together to overcome difficulties and create a prosperous era."

Under the moonlight, the conversation between the father and son seemed to be gently carried away by the night wind and drifted away. Every corner of the Forbidden City seemed to be silently witnessing this choice about power, love and responsibility, foreshadowing that an unprecedented change is about to begin, which makes people look forward to it and feel excited.