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

Deep in the ancient and solemn imperial city, the moonlight gently brushed over the carved beams and painted buildings like a veil, covering the sleeping palace with a layer of mysterious silver light. Empress Xie Chaochao, a gentle and tenacious woman, was sitting in front of the carved window of the bedroom with a frown, her eyes full of deep worry for her two young children. These two little lives were the fruit of her love with the emperor, but they were also the most vulnerable in the vortex of this power struggle. In recent days, the palace has been changing with undercurrents, making her heart always hanging in the air and unable to rest.

As the night deepened and everything was silent, a sudden cry of a baby broke the tranquility of the night, like a sharp blade that pierced Xie Chaochao's heart. The cry, with helplessness and fear, woke her up from her meditation instantly. She knew that it was her children. In this restless night, they seemed to feel the uneasiness around them, and expressed their fear and uneasiness in their only way - crying.

Without any hesitation, Xie Chaochao quickly stood up. In the moonlight, her figure looked particularly slender and determined. She tiptoed to the cradle and saw two children. One of them had a red face due to crying, while the other had her eyes closed tightly, tears falling from the corners of her eyes, and her little body twisted restlessly in the cradle. Xie Chaochao's heart was instantly filled with a gentle and powerful force. It was the instinct of a mother, and the determination to protect her children no matter when and where.

She gently picked up the two children one by one, snuggled them against her chest, and sang an old lullaby in the most gentle voice. The sound was like a spring breeze, bringing endless comfort and love. In her arms, the children's crying gradually subsided, replaced by even breathing, which was a symbol of peace of mind and dependence. The moonlight shone through the window lattice, sprinkled on this warm scene, as if even time had frozen at this moment.

However, the night was not completely peaceful. When the first child finally fell asleep, the other child woke up again because of the anxiety in the dream, and the crying sounded again, like a candlelight swaying in the night wind, fragile but tenacious. Xie Chaochao did not have the slightest impatience, but just coaxed and patted the child more gently, using her patience and love to dispel the haze in the child's heart bit by bit.

Xie Chaochao didn't close her eyes during the second half of the night. She took turns holding the two children, walking back and forth in the bedroom, weaving an invisible net with her motherly love to protect the two little lives. Until the sky turned pale, the first ray of morning light penetrated the clouds and gently sprinkled on her face, the children finally calmed down and fell into a deep and sweet dream.

Although Xie Chaochao was exhausted physically, her heart was filled with unprecedented satisfaction and determination. She knew that no matter how difficult the road ahead would be, as long as the children were by her side, she would have enough courage and strength to face all the storms and protect this hard-earned happiness and peace. And all of this would turn into a firmer belief in the morning light, illuminating her way forward.

The next morning, the sky was just beginning to turn pale, and the morning light was dim. In a corner deep in the palace, in the bedroom of Empress Xie Chaochao, the tranquility was broken by the sound of a young and rapid baby cry. This cry was like a sudden downpour in spring, rapid and full of vitality, instantly waking up the sleeping Xie Chaochao.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes, which still had some fatigue in them, but when they touched the pink little face beside the pillow, they softened instantly. The little prince or princess, that little face was covered with tears, and his brows were furrowed, as if he was experiencing the first hardship of his life. An indescribable tenderness and determination surged in Xie Chaochao's heart. She gently picked up the child and leaned against her warm chest. The crying gradually stopped, replaced by a satisfied and calm sucking sound.

The breastfeeding process was long and arduous. For Xie Chaochao, it was not only a physical drain, but also a test of her soul. She carefully adjusted her posture, fearing that she would hurt this fragile little life. The sunlight outside the window crept into the house, sprinkled on her tired but motherly face, reflecting a holy glow. However, the peace of the day did not last long. The little prince (or princess) seemed to always sense that his mother's patience was about to run out, and from time to time he would cry to remind her, asking for more love and care.

In this way, day after day, Xie Chaochao worked almost all day, and only closed her eyes and took a short nap in the short interval after her child fell into deep sleep. In a day, she only slept for two or three hours in total. Every time she woke up, her eyes were bloodshot, her face was pale, and her body looked thinner. Even so, every time she saw her child's clear eyes, all her fatigue seemed to disappear.

Emperor Chu Heng, the usually dignified and solemn ruler of a country, was filled with heartache and reluctance when he learned that the queen had worked so hard. He quietly stepped into the bedroom and saw the scene of Xie Chaochao coaxing the child gently. At that moment, his heart seemed to be gently touched and incredibly soft. Chu Heng approached lightly, fearing to disturb the tranquility, but Xie Chaochao still noticed it keenly. She looked up and forced a smile. That smile hid endless fatigue, but also contained a deep attachment to her husband.

Chu Heng's heart was like being hit by a heavy hammer. He gently took the child, allowing Xie Chaochao to be temporarily relieved and lie on the bed. He stroked her slightly messy long hair, his eyes full of affection and determination: "Chaochao, you have made an invaluable contribution to my Chu State by giving birth to the Dragon Offspring. From now on, I will look for famous doctors all over the world to reduce your burden and stop you from working so hard."

Emperor Chu Heng, dressed in a dragon robe, with a hint of imperceptible tenderness in his majesty, was sitting upright on the dragon throne, looking deeply downwards. There, Empress Xie Chaochao was gently holding a swaddled baby, her eyes full of maternal radiance and reluctance.

"Chao Chao," Chu Heng's voice was low and magnetic, with a hint of unquestionable authority, but also hiding a deep concern for the queen, "Leave the child to the care of the servants. You are weak after giving birth, and you need to rest well." After speaking, he gently raised his hand, signaling the palace maids and eunuchs waiting on the side to come forward and prepare to take over the little life.

However, Xie Chaochao shook her head gently, her hair swaying gently with her movements, like an inky waterfall, gleaming softly in the sun. Her eyes were firm, and there was a gentle but resolute smile on the corner of her mouth.