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

Her arms tightly embraced the two newborn babies, as if she wanted to gather all the warmth and care in the world at this moment. The boy's face was tender and resolute, and his brows faintly revealed the heroic spirit of a future emperor; the girl was like the most delicate flower in spring, delicate and delicate, with curiosity and innocence about the world flashing in her eyes.

"Your Majesty," Xie Chaochao's voice was gentle but firm. She looked at Chu Heng, who was standing beside her with tender eyes, and said softly, "For our child, let's name the boy Chu Chaoyang. May he be as bright and upright as the rising sun, shining in all directions. For the girl, let's name her Chu Xiaochao. May she inherit the elegance of the royal family and also have the happiness and innocence of ordinary people."

Chu Heng heard this, a gentle smile appeared on his lips, he slowly approached, his eyes that had experienced wind and rain but were still bright were full of love and expectation. He gently stretched out his hand and took the two children from Xie Chaochao's arms, as if he had taken over the hope and future of the whole world. Chu Heng's movements were gentle and cautious, for fear of disturbing this new tranquility and beauty. He lowered his head and stared at the two little lives in his arms, his eyes revealing indescribable joy and pampering, as if at this moment, all the power and disputes had gone away, leaving only this pure and warm parent-child time.

"Chaoyang, Xiaochao, my babies," Chu Heng's voice was low and magnetic, with every word containing endless emotions. "May you live in peace and health throughout your life, and grow up healthily, and become the pride of our Great Chu." As he spoke, he gently kissed the two children's foreheads. That love, like the warmest sunshine in spring, silently but strongly enveloped them.

The whole palace became unusually warm because of the joy of the new life. The air was filled with the faint fragrance of milk and flowers, as if even time had slowed down, not wanting to miss this rare warm moment. The palace maids stood silently by, their faces filled with sincere joy. The whole palace seemed to be celebrating the arrival of these two new lives.

Behind this joy are the countless hardships and challenges that Empress Xie Chaochao and Emperor Chu Heng have experienced together. It is their unwavering trust and support for each other that have brought them today's hard-earned happiness and peace. The arrival of these two children not only adds new hope to the royal family, but is also the most beautiful testimony of their love, heralding that the Great Chu Dynasty is about to usher in a new and hopeful era.

Empress Xie Chaochao, after a long and difficult delivery, finally welcomed her little life. The joy and fatigue of being a mother were intertwined between her brows, like the glow of the morning sun, warm and with a hint of imperceptible weakness. Her face was slightly pale, but there was a satisfied and gentle smile on the corner of her mouth, as if all the pain was melted by the joy of the new life at this moment.

The child was carefully wrapped in a soft swaddling cloth, his little face still had the blush of a new arrival, his eyes were closed, as if he was dreaming a sweet dream. Xie Chaochao used his last bit of strength to entrust this precious life to the loyal servant beside him, his bloodshot but still gentle eyes were full of expectations and reluctance for the child's future.

As the servants whispered and carried the child out of the room, the queen's eyelids gradually became heavy, and finally, unable to resist the invasion of fatigue, they slowly closed. At that moment, the entire bedroom seemed to become quiet and peaceful with her breathing, and only the occasional bird song outside the window broke the tranquility and added a bit of vitality to the joy of the new life.

Emperor Chu Heng, the normally dignified and solemn ruler of a country, was now sitting beside Xie Chaochao's bed, his eyes so gentle that they could drip water. He gently held the empress's slender hand, and the coolness from his fingertips made his heart tighten, and he couldn't help but feel even more distressed for his beloved wife who gave birth to his heir. Chu Heng's eyes lingered on the empress's peaceful sleeping face, and his heart was filled with complex emotions - deep gratitude to his wife, and a vision of an infinitely beautiful future.

He began to imagine what the child would look like when he grew up, whether he would inherit the queen's gentleness and wisdom, or his bravery and decisiveness. Those scenes about governing the country, martial arts, riding and shooting flashed through his mind, and each scene was full of hope and light. The more Chu Heng thought about it, the more he felt filled with joy in his heart. It was an indescribable emotion, as if he saw the future of the empire continue in the child, blooming with even brighter light.

As the night deepened, the flickering candlelight illuminated Chu Heng's resolute and gentle face. He sat quietly, accompanying Xie Chaochao, guarding this hard-earned happiness and peace. In this long night, the emperor's heart was full of strength, which was his attachment to home, his perseverance in love, and his infinite longing for the future. And he, Xie Chaochao, and their little lives were weaving a legendary story about love, courage and hope, waiting for the witness of time.

The next morning, before the sun completely dispelled the night's chill, the palace was already a busy scene. Emperor Chu Heng, wearing a dragon robe, with a majestic look on his face, was sitting in the magnificent imperial study, reviewing a mountain of memorials. Outside the window, the occasional crisp chirping of birds formed a sharp contrast with the solemn atmosphere.

Suddenly, a hurried and flustered sound of footsteps broke the silence. A servant rushed into the imperial study in a panic, almost stumbling to his knees, and the tray in his hand made a "clang" sound due to the violent shaking. On the tray, two babies in swaddling clothes were crying heartbreakingly, their little faces flushed red, tears and snot intertwined, looking particularly helpless and pitiful.

Chu Heng's eyes instantly lifted from the memorial, and a trace of surprise and uneasiness flashed in his deep eyes. He stood up suddenly, strode to the servant, and said with unquestionable majesty: "What's going on? Why are the children crying so much?" The servant's body trembled slightly with fear, and his voice was as small as a mosquito: "I, I don't know. It's just that I suddenly found that the two little princes couldn't stop crying, no matter how I coaxed them..."

Chu Heng's brows were furrowed, his eyes revealing an unquestionable determination. He waved his hand to signal the servants to leave, and he carefully picked up one of the babies. The soft and warm body trembled slightly in his arms, and the crying seemed to be weakened a little by the sudden warmth. Chu Heng gently stroked the baby's cheek, his eyes full of tenderness and love, but his heart was surging with unspeakable anxiety and anger.