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

Deep inside the ancient and solemn palace, there is a back garden that has been gently caressed by time. The winter sun, though thin, still strives to penetrate the clouds and sprinkles in the garden, adding an imperceptible warmth to this cold season. In the garden, among the dead branches and fallen leaves, there are occasionally a few clear and melodious bird calls. They are a few birds that are not afraid of the severe cold and are looking for vitality and hope of life in this lonely winter.

Empress Xie Chaochao, wearing a luxurious brocade robe, with her hair tied up and a hint of sadness between her brows, slowly stepped into this quiet world. Her eyes swept over the tenacious birds, and her heart could not help but ripple. Winter, this season always makes people feel desolate, food is scarce, and everything seems to have fallen into a deep sleep, even in the harem, it is difficult to escape this bleakness. She sighed softly and murmured to herself: "What can these little guys eat in this cold winter?" Her words revealed her deep compassion and care for the creatures of nature.

Then, Xie Chaochao turned around and instructed the palace maid standing beside him: "Go, get some dry food. Make sure it's fine, so as not to hurt the stomachs of these little lives." Upon hearing this, the palace maid hurriedly took the order and left. Not long after, she returned with a plate of carefully prepared dry food. The grains of the dry food were plump and exuded a faint fragrance. It was obvious that it had been carefully selected and processed.

The queen took the plate herself, walked to an ancient stone table, and carefully spread the dry food on the table, fearing to disturb the birds that were cautiously poking their heads out. Her movements were gentle and pious, as if she was performing a sacred ritual. As the dry food fell, several birds were surprised at first, then boldly approached and began to peck at it. Their movements were light and cheerful, adding a bit of vitality to the quiet back garden.

Xie Chaochao stood aside, watching this scene quietly, with a gentle smile gradually blooming on her face. At this moment, she seemed to have forgotten the disputes in the harem and the constraints of power. All she had left in her heart was love for these weak lives and a yearning for harmonious coexistence with nature. The sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves and sprinkled on her body, coating her with a layer of golden light, making the queen look even more holy and beautiful.

This scene was also seen by several palace servants who passed by quietly. They looked at each other with admiration and emotion in their eyes. In this magnificent palace, the Queen Xie Chaochao's action was undoubtedly like a warm current, quietly warming everyone's heart and making this cold winter day no longer so unbearable.

In the magnificent Forbidden City, the afterglow of the setting sun penetrated the clouds like a fine thread, and sprinkled on the bluestone slabs, giving the ancient palace a soft and mysterious golden color. Emperor Chu Heng, dressed in a dragon robe, revealed an imperial aura of majesty without anger between his eyebrows, but at this moment, he rarely showed a bit of tenderness and helplessness. He stood in the pavilion of the Imperial Garden, his eyes passed through the scattered flowers and trees, and fell on a little bird that was timidly looking around on the branch. The little bird had not yet fully grown wings, and seemed to be particularly weak due to hunger, but it was still stubborn and unwilling to spread its wings easily.

"Chao Chao," Chu Heng sighed softly, with a barely perceptible worry and doting in his voice, "Look at that little bird, it will naturally learn to fly when it is extremely hungry. This is the law of nature, and we don't need to interfere too much." Although his tone was light, every word was precious, revealing his profound understanding and indifference towards all things in the world as an emperor.

Empress Xie Chaochao, dressed in a gorgeous phoenix robe, was dignified and gentle, like a fairy from a painting. She smiled gently upon hearing the words, and that smile was as warm as the spring sunshine, enough to melt all the ice in the world. She slowly walked to Chu Heng's side, and her eyes gently fell on the bird as well, with a barely perceptible flash of pity in her eyes. "I naturally know this truth," her voice was soft and firm, like the drizzle in spring, moistening things silently, "but I couldn't bear it in my heart. Seeing it weak and helpless, I thought that maybe I could give it some dry food so that it could feel a bit of human warmth in the depths of this palace."

As she spoke, Xie Chaochao had already taken out a piece of exquisite pastry from her sleeve. It was her favorite snack on weekdays, but at this moment, she broke it into small pieces without hesitation and carefully placed it in her palm, ready to give it to the bird when it came close. Her movements were gentle and focused, as if she was performing a sacred ritual, and every detail revealed her respect and love for life.

Seeing this, Chu Heng's mouth corners unconsciously rose, and a trace of admiration and tenderness flashed in his eyes. He knew very well that this queen who had accompanied him for many years not only had the bearing of a mother of the country, but also had a gentle and delicate heart with compassion for the world. So, he gently patted the back of Xie Chaochao's hand to show his support and encouragement. The two smiled at each other, and the tacit understanding and deep affection quietly blossomed in the depths of this palace, as if even the air was filled with a warm and sweet atmosphere.

Heavy snow, like goose feathers swaying freely in the sky, fell again on this prosperous yet lonely imperial city. In this world covered in silver, every snowflake seemed to carry the unique tranquility and peace of winter, but in this tranquility, there were unknown secrets and throbbing.

Empress Xie Chaochao was wearing a brocade robe embroidered with intricate cloud and water patterns. The bright colors were even more dazzling against the backdrop of the white snow. She giggled, and her crisp laughter was like a ray of sunshine in winter, warm and bright, penetrating the cold and reaching the softest part of people's hearts. In this heavy snow flying all over the sky, she seemed to have forgotten the red tape in the palace and the burden of being an empress. She just turned lightly in the snow like a carefree child, stepping out a cheerful melody with every step, and she sprinkled silver bell-like laughter with every turn, as if she wanted to blend all the happiness and innocence into this flawless white snow.

Emperor Chu Heng, in a dragon robe, looked majestic and solemn, but could not hide the tenderness and doting in his eyes. He stood quietly not far away, his eyes like torches, fixed on the dancing figure in the snow, the emotions surging in his heart were like the heavy snow, deep and broad. Seeing Xie Chaochao so innocent, Chu Heng's mouth corners unconsciously rose, his eyebrows were full of joy, and the light in his eyes seemed to be able to melt all the ice and snow in the world, blooming warmth just for her.

Everything around seemed to be still, leaving only the queen's cheerful laughter and the sound of snowflakes gently falling, forming a breathtaking picture. The solemnity of the imperial city and the liveliness of the queen formed a sharp contrast, but in this contrast, they found an indescribable harmony and beauty. Chu Heng's heart was filled with an unprecedented sense of happiness. He knew that in the depths of the palace where power and struggle were intertwined, it was his greatest luck to have such a queen who could make him forget his troubles and show his true feelings.