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

An indescribable tenderness welled up in Xie Chaochao's heart. She gently stretched out her jade-like fingers and slowly and softly touched Chu Heng's cheek, as if afraid of disturbing this rare tranquility.

Chu Heng's face looked particularly peaceful under the moonlight, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, as if he was working hard for national 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. An indescribable tenderness surged in Xie Chaochao's heart. She gently, as if afraid of disturbing this rare tranquility, stretched out her jade-like warm fingers and slowly and softly touched Chu Heng's cheek.

Deep in the magnificent palace, the moonlight sprinkled gently like a veil, adding a touch of softness and warmth to this solemn place. Queen Xie Chaochao, dressed in a complicated and gorgeous palace dress, but not at all reducing her elegant and refined appearance, sat gently by the exquisite carved window, gently stroking the heads of the two children in her hands. The two little guys, one is the little prince with a dragon-like and tiger-like step, and his eyebrows and eyes have already revealed the appearance of an emperor; the other is a cute and lovely little princess, her eyes sparkling with endless curiosity and innocence about the world.

Looking at them, Xie Chaochao felt very happy.

With smiles on their faces and looking happy, Chu Heng looked at them tenderly and felt even happier because he had two lovely children and a wife.

Empress Xie Chaochao's eyes were full of love and tenderness, as if they could melt all the hardness and coldness in the world. She spoke softly, her voice like a spring breeze, and said to Emperor Chu Heng who was reviewing memorials: "Heng, look at these two children, they are growing up day by day, becoming more intelligent and lovely. I often think that when they grow up a little more and no longer need to be looked after all the time, I will definitely take them out of the palace to experience the fireworks of the people and see the lively Lantern Festival."

Upon hearing this, Emperor Chu Heng paused for a moment, raised his head and looked at the Queen, with a touch of tenderness and doting in his eyes. He put down his pen, slowly stood up, walked to the Queen and the children, and gently embraced the Queen, as if to engrave this warmth in his heart forever. "Chao Chao, how could I not know your wish? When the time comes, I will personally accompany you out of the palace, and let our children see this world. It is not only the prosperity within the palace walls, but also the warmth and hope of the human world and the dim lights."

The queen's face blossomed with a smile, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. She imagined the scene: the moonlight was like a thread, the lights were brilliant, the family of four walked hand in hand in the bustling crowd, the children pointed at the various lanterns excitedly, their eyes full of surprise and joy. She and Chu Heng smiled at each other, their hearts filled with unprecedented satisfaction and happiness.

"That will be our most beautiful memory and the best gift for our children." The queen said softly, her voice full of infinite longing for the future. At this moment, every light and shadow, every scent in the palace seemed to bear witness to this warmth and beauty, immersing the entire palace in a warm and slightly mysterious atmosphere, as if even time had stopped, just to remember this rare reunion and happiness.

In the magnificent Weiyang Palace, the night was as dark as ink, and the stars twinkled, as if it was the most gentle light that God had sprinkled on this perfect couple. Emperor Chu Heng, wearing a dragon robe, did not show any majesty, but his eyes were full of tenderness and affection. He gently embraced Empress Xie Chaochao in his arms, as if protecting the most precious flower in the world.

Xie Chaochao, the mother of the country, took off all her splendor and solemnity at this moment, leaving only the weakness and dependence that belonged to a woman. Her hair brushed Chu Heng's face, with a faint scent of jasmine, which made ripples in his heart. Her eyes flashed with a light of anxiety and expectation, as if she was waiting for a crucial promise.

Chu Heng felt her emotional fluctuations, and an indescribable heartache and pity surged in his heart. He gently stroked her back, his voice low and firm: "Chao Chao, of course, no matter how the wind and rain change, how the years pass, I will always be by your side, never leave you, and love you without doubt." Every word he said seemed to be dug out from the depths of his heart, with unshakable determination and deep affection.

Queen Xie Chaochao's eyes were slightly red, tears of emotion and happiness welled up in her eyes. She hugged Chu Heng tightly, as if to engrave the warmth of this moment in her heart forever. "Chu Heng, as long as you are here, I have nothing to fear. This palace is as deep as the sea, but as long as you are by my side, I will be the happiest fish, swimming in the ocean of love."

In the night, the two figures leaned against each other, as if the whole world had stopped. The hustle and bustle outside the palace seemed to have disappeared at this moment, leaving only the purest emotional exchange between the lovers. Chu Heng gently wiped away the tears from Xie Chaochao's eyes, and the two smiled at each other. That smile contained too many unspoken emotions, an infinite vision for the future, and unwavering trust in each other.

At this moment, Weiyang Palace was no longer a symbol of power, but a witness to their love. The bright stars seemed to crown this deep love, making this promise echo between heaven and earth, forever. And their story, like the stars in the night sky, was dazzling and became a legend passed down through the ages.

Suddenly, a rapid and clear cry of a baby was heard in the palace, like a flash of lightning in the night sky, instantly breaking the tranquility and peace of the night. Empress Xie Chaochao, a gentle and tough woman, was sitting in front of a gorgeous brocade screen, gently playing with a string of warm pearl necklaces in her hands, with a gentle but slightly tired smile on her face. The cry was like a magic sound piercing her ears, instantly touching the softest part of her heart. She stood up suddenly, her skirt fluttering, like willow branches swaying in the morning breeze, with an unquestionable maternal brilliance, and hurried to the direction where the cry came from.

Emperor Chu Heng, a dignified and elegant emperor, was reviewing a pile of memorials with his head down, frowning, as if he could hear the voice of national affairs surging in his heart. But when he heard the baby crying, the red pen in his hand paused involuntarily, and a trace of imperceptible tenderness and worry flashed in his eyes. He put down the pen, stood up and followed Xie Chaochao, his steps were steady but anxious, as if he wanted to use his solid back to add a touch of peace to this sudden storm.