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

Closing her eyes, she could hear the occasional whisper of the night wind outside the window, and the faint scent of incense lingered on her nose. She finally let herself immerse in this rare tranquility. A dream came quietly. She dreamed of two babies playing in the garden, their laughter as clear as silver bells, and the sunlight shining on them, coating them with a layer of golden brilliance. At that moment, she seemed to see the hope of the future, and saw that she could also provide a carefree sky for the children in this deep palace.

On this quiet night, Queen Xie Chaochao finally fell asleep. Her dream was sweet and warm, like the gentlest spring breeze, blowing away all the haze and fatigue, leaving only beautiful visions of the future.

The emperor's dragon chariot slowly stopped outside the gate of Fengyi Palace. The golden sunlight shone through the intricately carved window lattices and sprinkled on the bluestone slabs, adding a touch of gentleness to this solemn palace. The emperor gently lifted the curtain and stepped off the chariot. His steps were steady and majestic, but he could not hide the imperceptible tenderness in his eyes.

Entering Fengyi Palace, passing through the long corridors with carved beams and painted buildings, the emperor walked slowly and steadily, and seemed to be measuring every moment in the palace with every step. Finally, he stopped in front of the Queen Xie Chaochao's bedroom, and gently pushed the door open, and a burst of elegant incense filled his nose, forming a sharp contrast with the hustle and bustle of the outside world.

In the bedroom, Empress Xie Chaochao was lying quietly in the embroidered quilt, with a gentle face and even and long breathing, as if the whole world had stopped for her. The emperor walked lightly to the bedside and sat down, his eyes full of love and pity. He gently stretched out his hand, wanting to smooth the few strands of messy hair on the empress's forehead, but he couldn't bear to disturb her sleep.

Turning his head to look at the servant standing beside him, the emperor lowered his voice with a barely perceptible anxiety in his tone: "What did the queen do today?" His eyes showed both the majesty of a king and deep concern for the queen.

A palace maid stepped forward quickly, lowered her head, and spoke in a voice as thin as a mosquito: "Your Majesty, the Empress has been taking care of the two little princes all day today. She has not slept a wink since last night. The Empress was afraid of any negligence, so she personally coaxed them to sleep, fed them, and changed their diapers by hand, without leaving for a moment."

The maid's words flowed into the emperor's heart like a warm current, and a touch of emotion flashed in his eyes. Thinking of the queen's gentleness and virtue, and now working so hard for the two children, the emperor couldn't help but feel an indescribable emotion in his heart. He sighed softly, and his eyes fell on the queen's tired but still beautiful face again. He secretly vowed in his heart that he must doubly cherish this hard-earned happiness.

At this moment, the bedroom was quiet, with only the occasional bird song outside the window, which intertwined with the surging emotions in the emperor's heart, forming a warm and slightly sad picture. The emperor knew that as an emperor, he had a heavy responsibility on his shoulders, but he also understood that in this cold palace, Empress Xie Chaochao was his only warmth and support. He secretly decided that in the future he must cherish every minute and every second spent with the empress, and jointly protect this hard-earned happiness and peace.

The emperor's robe fluttered lightly, and his brows revealed a bit of unconcealed worry. When he stepped into the magnificent palace, he saw the queen Xie Chaochao leaning on the embroidered couch, her face pale, and her eyes flashing with unspeakable fatigue. The queen's hair was a little messy, and a few strands of black hair fell on her cheeks, adding a bit of fragility to her beauty, but it also deeply hurt the emperor's heart.

"Chao Chao, why are you so haggard?" The emperor whispered softly, his words full of heartache and reluctance. He slowly approached, stretched out his hand, and gently brushed away the few strands of her scattered hair. His fingertips inadvertently touched her slightly cool skin, and his heart was filled with pain.

The queen forced a smile, which concealed too much unknown hardship and tenacity. "Don't worry, Your Majesty. I have just been dealing with trivial matters in the palace these days and have not had a good rest." Although her voice was soft, it revealed a determination that was no less than that of a man, which made the emperor even more distressed.

How could the emperor not know that Queen Xie Chaochao was not only the woman he deeply loved, but also an indispensable pillar in the harem. With her weak body, she shouldered the heavy responsibility of managing the six palaces and reconciling the relationships between concubines. How many people could understand the hardships involved?

"Don't work so hard anymore. You need to take good care of yourself." The emperor said firmly, leaving no room for doubt. He turned around and instructed his personal attendant, "Send an order to the kitchen immediately. Make sure to select the best ingredients and carefully prepare a few dishes that the queen likes. Make sure they are delicious, nutritious, and tasty. Make sure she eats more so that she can recover soon."

The attendant took his orders and left. The emperor personally poured a cup of warm honey water for the queen and handed it to her carefully. "Drink some water first to moisten your throat. When the food comes later, you must eat a few more bites. Do you understand?"

The queen looked at the concern and tenderness in the emperor's eyes, and a warm current surged in her heart. She nodded gently, her eyes slightly red, but she tried hard not to let the tears fall, "Your Majesty, I obey your command and will not let you down."

As the delicacies from the small kitchen were served one by one, the whole palace was filled with tempting aromas. Each dish was exquisite and picturesque, with good color, aroma and taste. It was not only mouth-watering, but also contained the emperor's deep love and care for the queen. Accompanied by the emperor, the queen slowly tasted the food, and every bite seemed to be tasting the most precious sweetness in the world, and this sweetness came from the emperor's deep love for her.

That night, Queen Xie Chaochao's fatigue seemed to gradually dissipate with the table of carefully prepared delicacies, and the emperor's deep love was like the brightest star in the night sky, always illuminating her heart and allowing her to move forward bravely in the future no matter what storms she encountered.

The night was as dark as ink, deep and mysterious. The moonlight shone through the exquisite window lattices, sprinkling in the magnificent palace, adding a touch of softness and warmth to this solemn place. Empress Xie Chaochao, a stunning beauty known throughout the country, suddenly woke up from her dream on such a silent night. Her eyes seemed to contain the stars and the sea, flashing with sleepless light. She turned her head slightly and saw Emperor Chu Heng, the powerful but gentle monarch, sleeping peacefully beside her.

Chu Heng's face looked particularly peaceful under the caress of the moonlight, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, as if he was worrying about state affairs even in his sleep. His breathing was even and deep, and every breath seemed to tell of the unknown fatigue and persistence of an emperor.