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

Empress Xie Chaochao was wearing a luxurious brocade robe, with fluttering sleeves, like a goddess from heaven descending to earth. Her face was gentle and dignified, but there was a trace of imperceptible worry between her brows. At this moment, she was sitting gently on a carved pearwood bed, carefully stroking the cheeks of two tender babies lying on the brocade quilt with her hands. These two little lives were the fruit of her love with the emperor, and the hope of the entire royal family.

The sun shone through the delicate window lattices, casting mottled shadows, adding a bit of holiness and peace to this warm scene. However, Empress Xie Chaochao's brows gradually furrowed, because she found that the children's faces, which should have been as pink as early spring peach blossoms, were now tinged with a strange blush, like the sunset glow, beautiful but a bit ominous.

She was startled and quickly looked up at the maid standing beside her. The maid was wearing a light green palace dress, with a pretty face and eyes full of fear and anxiety. The queen asked softly, "Why are the children's faces so red? Have you asked the imperial physician to take a look?" Her voice was soft, but it carried a majesty and concern that could not be ignored.

Upon hearing this, the maid trembled slightly and quickly knelt on the ground, her voice trembling a little: "Reporting to the Queen, I don't know why this happened. This morning, when I was changing the clothes of the two young princes as usual, I found that their cheeks were slightly red. At first I thought it was just due to the warmer weather, but I never thought... I never thought it would get worse. I have sent someone to invite the imperial physician, and I believe he is on the way now."

After hearing this, the queen's eyes flashed with worry and anxiety. She knew very well that in this deep palace, every step must be taken with caution, not to mention the important matter of the safety of the royal heir. She sighed softly, then stood up and decided to personally greet the imperial physician to ensure that the children could receive the most timely treatment.

Just as she was about to leave, a burst of hurried footsteps approached from afar, breaking the silence in the room. An old man with white hair and beard, dressed in the clothes of an imperial physician, hurried over with a solemn look on his face. The queen's heart tightened, and she hurried forward, with a bit of urgency in her voice: "Imperial physician, please take a look at my children, what's wrong with them?"

A battle between life and hope quietly unfolds in this magnificent palace. Every detail is gripping, making people worry about the fate of these two little lives and moved by the motherly love of Queen Xie Chaochao. All this is just the tip of the iceberg of a bigger story, waiting for readers to explore and experience the warmth and tenacity hidden behind the power struggle.

Empress Xie Chaochao, wearing a luxurious gown embroidered with a phoenix, sat in the magnificent palace, revealing a subtle worry between her brows. Her eyes gently fell on the two tender babies in the cradle beside her. They were the twins she had just given birth to, and everyone in the palace was celebrating. However, at this moment, the cheeks of these two little angels were unusually red, like two beautiful peach blossoms blooming in the morning light, which was both lovable and unsettling.

The queen opened her red lips slightly, her voice was gentle but carried an undeniable majesty, and she ordered the palace maid standing beside her: "Go and call the imperial physician, who can see why the cheeks of these two little ones are so red." Upon hearing this, the palace maid hurriedly bowed and hurried out of the hall, walking briskly, for fear of delaying a moment.

Soon, the imperial physician Li Henian, wearing his official uniform and holding a medicine box, walked into the hall with steady steps. He was about fifty years old, with a gaunt face and a wise look in his eyes. He was a medical expert respected by everyone in the palace. When he arrived in front of the queen, he first knelt three times and kowtowed nine times, then stood up and slowly walked to the cradle.

He first carefully extended his fingers and gently touched the cheeks of the two babies. The skin was so tender that it seemed that it could be broken by a touch. Then, Doctor Li carefully observed the babies' eyes, breathing, and overall condition. His brows gradually furrowed, as if he had made up his mind.

"Reporting to Her Majesty," Doctor Li's voice was steady and clear, "The two little princes' cheeks are red because the room temperature is too high. Babies are weak and are particularly sensitive to temperature changes. In addition, it is the height of summer now. If you don't pay attention, you may develop heat rash."

After hearing this, the queen frowned slightly, and then ordered: "Immediately order someone to adjust the temperature in the palace, and prepare some refreshing herbal soups to ensure that the two little princes are comfortable and healthy." After that, she gently stroked the baby's cheek, her eyes full of love and care, as if she wanted to pour all her tenderness into these two little lives.

As the attendants in the palace were busy, the air gradually became cooler and more pleasant, and the two babies' faces gradually returned to their normal color under the care of the imperial physician, and they slept more soundly. Queen Xie Chaozhao looked at this scene, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, with a gratified smile on her face. In the depths of the palace where power and struggle are intertwined, only this pure maternal love, like a breeze in summer, can warm people's hearts and make them forget the troubles of the world.

Empress Xie Chaochao, the beautiful and kind-hearted queen of the royal family, finally relaxed her tense nerves after learning that the two babies were safe and sound, just like the taut strings of a harp being gently smoothed out in spring. These two little lives were her most precious hope in the deep palace, and her only pure light in the power struggle and court conspiracy.

In recent days, she has been guarding these two little guys almost without sleep. Every slight cry and every unintentional kick of legs tugs at her heartstrings. Her eyes are full of tiny bloodshot, and the dark blue under her eyes is like the darkest ink in the night, which is the deepest mark of maternal love. In the dead of night, she often sits alone beside the cradle, staring at their tender faces, with endless tenderness and determination in her heart - no matter how difficult the road ahead is, she will protect them well.

At this moment, knowing that the children were all well, Xie Chaochao felt an indescribable sense of relief and joy in her heart. She let out a long breath, as if the burden of the past few days was completely lifted at this moment. Inside the palace walls, the night was as dark as ink, and the stars were twinkling. She walked slowly into her bedroom under the moonlight, and each step seemed unusually light, as if the stone road under her feet became soft because of her good mood.

In the bedroom, the candlelight flickered, warm and dim, adding a touch of homely warmth to the cold palace. Xie Chaochao gently took off her heavy and gorgeous clothes, leaving only a plain and elegant nightgown. It was a rare moment of freedom for her in this deep palace. She slowly lay down on the soft brocade couch, and every inch of her skin felt unprecedented relaxation and comfort, as if the fatigue of the past few days was absorbed bit by bit by the warm bed.