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

The voice was soft but very clear: "Your Majesty, this is my child. I can take care of it myself. I want to personally witness and protect every breath and smile of the child. This is my right and responsibility as a mother."

Chu Heng frowned slightly when he heard this, and a hint of helplessness and doting flashed in his eyes. He knew the Queen's temperament very well. Once she made a decision, it would be difficult to change it, let alone something related to her beloved son. In the hall, it was so quiet for a while that only the occasional bird song outside the window and the baby's tender and even breathing could be heard. All of this silently told the miracle of life and the greatness of maternal love.

"Forget it," Chu Heng finally compromised and sighed softly, his tone full of helplessness and love, "Since you insist so much, then I will do as you say. But remember, you must take care of yourself. If you feel any discomfort, you must tell me immediately." As he said that, he gently raised his hand, signaling the servants to leave, and at the same time ordered the imperial doctors to be on standby at all times to ensure the safety of the queen and the prince.

When Xie Chaochao heard this, a trace of gratitude and relief flashed in her eyes. She nodded gently and looked at the baby in her arms again. The little life seemed to feel the mother's firmness and love, and it revealed an innocent smile, which melted the hearts of everyone present.

This scene, like a moving painting, was frozen in time in the Forbidden City and became a legend passed down by later generations. And deep in the palace where power and glory intertwine, a story about maternal love, persistence and sacrifice is quietly unfolding, inspiring everyone who hears it to feel the emotional power that transcends everything.

Outside, the snow was falling like goose feathers, like endless feathers pouring down from the sky, dressing the whole world into a fairyland covered in silver. The cold wind was howling, rolling up the snowflakes, interweaving in the air into ever-changing patterns. Empress Xie Chaochao, wearing a gorgeous brocade robe embroidered with intricate and delicate dragon and phoenix patterns, was particularly dazzling in this silver-white world. She had just gently coaxed two delicate babies to sleep, and their little faces were filled with satisfaction and peace, as if the wind and snow outside had nothing to do with them.

Xie Chaochao walked out of the palace very lightly, each step seemed so light, for fear of disturbing this rare tranquility. Her eyes flickered with curiosity and yearning for this snowy land, as if she wanted to step into this dreamlike scenery in person to feel the purity and tranquility. Her hair was gently blown by the wind and snow, and a few strands of black hair fluttered in the wind, adding a bit of extraordinary temperament to her.

However, all this beauty was accidentally seen by a loyal servant. He was terrified and almost thought he had seen it wrong. How could Her Majesty the Queen walk out into the snow alone on such a cold night? He hurried forward, his voice trembling a little, almost begging: "Your Majesty, it's freezing outside, how can you come out alone? If something goes wrong, we will be blamed! Please be sure to go back with me and take care of yourself."

Xie Chaochao shook her head gently, with a gentle but firm smile on her lips. Her voice was like a spring breeze, warm and peaceful: "It's okay, I just want to enjoy this rare snow scene alone and feel the wonders of nature. You don't have to worry, I will be careful. You go and prepare the heater and hot tea, and when I come back, you can share this tranquility with me."

After that, she gently waved her hand, signaling the servant to leave. Although the servant was full of worries, he had to obey the queen's wishes and could only stand far away, closely following Xie Chaochao's figure, fearing that she would make any mistakes.

Xie Chaochao continued to move forward, taking each step firmly, as if the snowstorm was a test that she had to go through in her life. Snowflakes fell on her shoulders and quickly melted into drops of water, as if nature recognized and appreciated her courage and persistence. In this world covered by snowstorms, Xie Chaochao seemed to have become a moving painting. Her figure, set against the snow, looked particularly beautiful and mysterious, which aroused endless reverie.

That night, Queen Xie Chaochao danced with the wind and snow. Her courage and freedom were like the snowflakes dancing in the sky, unrestrained, beautiful and shocking, making everyone who learned about it moved and yearn for it.

The wind was cold and the snow was flying. Every corner of the Forbidden City was tightly wrapped in the severe winter cold. Deep in this magnificent palace, a servant hurriedly passed through the winding corridors, holding tightly in his hands a thick brocade robe embroidered with gold and phoenixes, which was the queen's special item to keep warm. His footsteps echoed in the empty palace, and every step seemed to tell of the harsh weather and the queen's dignity.

Empress Xie Chaochao, a gentle and tenacious woman, was standing in the corridor at the moment, gazing at the snowflakes flying all over the sky. Her eyes showed both admiration for the natural beauty and a hint of melancholy that was hard to detect. She was wearing thin clothes, and her sleeves swayed gently in the wind, like a plum blossom that was not afraid of the cold, blooming alone in this cold world. Seeing this, the servants hurried forward and carefully put the heavy brocade robe on the shoulders of the empress, fearing that they would disturb the quiet beauty.

Just as the servant was about to leave, a burst of hurried and powerful footsteps came from afar, breaking the silence. The emperor, the man who held the power of life and death in the world but treated her tenderly, came hurriedly after leaving the court without changing his clothes. His figure gradually became clear in the snow, his eyes full of concern and anxiety.

"Chao Chao, why did you come out?" The emperor's voice was low and full of magnetism, with unquestionable reproach and deep love. He quickly stepped forward and hugged the queen tightly in his arms, as if he wanted to pass all the warmth to her, dispel the coldness in her body, and even more wanted to soothe the sorrow in her heart.

A flash of surprise flashed across the queen's eyes, and then turned into a gentle smile. She gently leaned against the emperor's chest, feeling the long-lost warmth and peace of mind. "I just want to see the snow. The snow is so beautiful, as if it can wash away all the dust in the world." Her voice was soft, but it carried an indescribable power that made people involuntarily convinced.

Upon hearing this, the emperor frowned slightly, and his tone was a bit reproachful, but more of it was doting: "No matter how beautiful she is, she is not one percent as beautiful as you. If she catches a cold because of this, wouldn't I feel bad? Don't be so willful in the future." His words were full of unquestionable firmness, but also hid his deep attachment to and love for the queen.

The queen nodded gently, her eyes sparkling with happiness. She knew that in this cold world, having him was her greatest warmth. The two embraced each other, frozen in the heavy snow, forming a breathtaking picture, as if even time had stopped, just to witness this deep affection that transcended power and status.