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

The sun shines through the exquisite window lattices and shines into the palace with carved beams and painted buildings, adding a touch of gentle brilliance to this solemn place. With a crisp and loud cry of a baby, the whole palace seems to be shaken by this new power, and the air is filled with the fragrance of joy and hope.

Mrs. Chu, wearing a luxurious brocade gown, with her hair tied up high and adorned with pearls and jade, still had the fatigue of childbirth on her face, but her eyes were shining with an unprecedented light. She tightly held the hand of General Chu beside her, and the two of them jumped up from their chairs almost at the same time, running towards the little life in the midwife's hands with uncontrollable excitement and urgency.

General Chu, still wearing his handsome armor, showed his fortitude in his sword-like brows and eyes, but at this moment, he was filled with endless tenderness. He leaned over and carefully took the child, his big hands clumsily but gently stroking the baby's tender cheeks, as if confirming this miraculous existence. The arrival of the child, for him, was not only the continuation of his bloodline, but also the greatest comfort after countless bloody battles on the battlefield.

Mrs. Chu leaned against General Chu, her eyes never leaving the child, tears welled up in her eyes, and finally turned into crystal beads, sliding down her collar, tears of happiness and gratitude. She whispered softly, her tone full of love: "Look, he looks so much like you, he will be like you in the future and become the pride of Chu."

This scene was warm and sacred, and even the emperor who was watching quietly on the side was moved. The emperor was dressed in a dragon robe and a crown on his head. He was majestic but kind. He slowly approached, and his eyes revealed a rare warmth. Looking at the parents immersed in joy and the new life in their hands, the emperor's eyes could not help but moisten. He gently raised his hand and covered his face with his sleeves. Tears quietly slipped down, and his voice was slightly choked: "I am also happy for you and for the future of Chu. This child will be the common hope of me and Chu."

Joy and tears intertwined throughout the palace, forming a touching picture. The emperor's participation made this joy sublimate into a celebration for the entire country. Outside the window, the breeze blew, bringing the fragrance of flowers and the singing of birds, as if nature was also singing for the arrival of this new life. At this moment, whether it was the emperor who was high above or the ordinary people, the same emotion surged in their hearts - infinite longing and hope for the future. Emperor Chu Heng, a wise and powerful monarch with a heart for the world, at this moment, he removed all his majesty and defense, and his eyes revealed a touch of imperceptible tenderness and worry.

He gently handed the delicate and sleeping little prince in his arms to his mother, the Queen Mother, who was waiting beside him. The little prince seemed to sense something, and his little hands unconsciously grasped his father's clothes, but Chu Heng just patted his back gently, comforting him with a whisper that only children could understand, and then slowly let go, as if performing a silent farewell ceremony. The Queen Mother looked at the father and son with loving eyes, and a gratified smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. She knew that this was not just a transfer between a child and his father, but also the hope and sustenance of the country's future.

When he turned around, Chu Heng's steps became extremely heavy, and every step seemed to be weighing the weight in his heart. He stepped into the bedroom of Queen Xie Chaochao, a room decorated luxuriously yet warmly. The air was filled with the faint scent of medicine and flowers, interweaving a reassuring atmosphere. However, this tranquility was broken by the weak figure on the bed - Queen Xie Chaochao, a woman who was once famous for her wisdom and beauty, was lying there quietly at this moment, her face as pale as paper, her brows furrowed, as if she was experiencing an endless nightmare.

Chu Heng walked forward quickly and sat down beside the bed without any hesitation. He stretched out his big hands, which were slightly rough from handling state affairs, and gently held Xie Chaochao's slender wrist. Those hands, which had written countless glorious chapters with him, now seemed weak due to illness. Chu Heng's eyes were full of heartache and reluctance. He gently wiped away the fine beads of sweat on her forehead with his thumb, and his movements were so delicate, as if he was treating the most precious treasure in the world.

"Chao Chao, you must be strong, for our children, for this land you love so much." Chu Heng prayed silently in his heart. His voice was low and magnetic. Although he never said it out loud, his deep affection and determination seemed to penetrate the boundaries of time and space and reach Xie Chao Chao's heart. He continued to gently trace her outline with his fingertips, trying to use his warmth to dispel the chill on her body and awaken her sleeping soul.

Time slowly slipped from the fingertips like fine sand, and each grain carried endless waiting and expectation. In this long and silent night, Queen Xie Chaochao finally woke up from her deep sleep, as if she had experienced a dream that spanned life and death. Her eyes slowly opened, and the first thing that caught her eye was the familiar and warm candlelight, and the slightly tired but tender face of Emperor Chu Heng under the candlelight. He sat by the bed, his hands gently folded, his eyes never leaving her for a moment, his deep affection and waiting, like the gentlest sunshine in spring, instantly dispelled all the coldness and haze around.

An indescribable warmth surged in Xie Chaochao's heart, and her eyes moistened involuntarily. She tilted her head slightly, her voice as soft as a mosquito, but full of deep emotion: "Your Majesty, have you always been here?" Chu Heng heard this, and a gentle arc appeared at the corner of his mouth, with a doting light flashing in his eyes: "How can I not be here? You and our child are the most important concerns in my life."

The two smiled at each other, their tacit understanding and deep affection needed no further words. Then, a mixture of joy and nervousness of being a parent for the first time quietly spread between them. Xie Chaochao gently raised her hand, her fingertips lightly touching the back of Chu Heng's hand, her voice filled with a hint of urgency and expectation: "Child... Where is our child? Is he okay?"

Seeing this, a smile flashed in Chu Heng's eyes. He gently held Xie Chaochao's hand and comforted her gently: "Don't worry, the child is fine. I have ordered people to place him in the safest and most comfortable place. He will be taken care of by the most experienced wet nurses and imperial doctors. Nothing will go wrong." As he spoke, he gently stood up, walked to the window, gently opened the curtains, and let a ray of soft moonlight sprinkle into the room, as if he was also blessing this new life.

"When your body recovers a little, I will take you to see him. Now, the most important thing is that you have a good rest and take care of your body, okay?" Chu Heng's words were full of unquestionable firmness and tenderness, which deeply touched Xie Chaochao's heart again.