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

In the deep and solemn palace, the night was as dark as ink, and the cold wind blew through the hall, bringing a bit of bone-chilling chill. Queen Xie Chaochao, a woman with a graceful figure but a frosty face, sat quietly in a corner of the room. Next to her was an exquisite bronze stove. The rising smoke carried a hint of the elegance of ambergris, trying to dispel the coldness in the room. Xie Chaochao held a delicate porcelain bowl tightly in her hand. The bowl was steaming. It was hot tea that had just been carefully brewed by the maid. The fragrance of the tea warmed her palms, but it could not completely dispel the coldness in her heart.

Her gaze passed through the lingering mist and fell on the other side of the room. Emperor Chu Heng was facing away from her, staring at a painting hanging on the wall. It was a masterpiece depicting the beauty of mountains and rivers. Between the green mountains and green waters, one could hear the gurgling water and the chirping of birds, which was fascinating. Chu Heng had a faint smile on his face, and his eyes flashed with sincere admiration for art: "What a great painting, it's really a treasure in the world!" His voice was low and magnetic, even more magnetic in this quiet night, as if it could penetrate the barriers in people's hearts.

At this time, there was a sound of light footsteps outside the door, and then, a commoner dressed in simple but clean clothes, with a bit of restraint and curiosity, was led into the room by the guards. This commoner had a simple and honest face, his skin was slightly darkened by the sun, and his eyes were shining with infinite yearning and awe for the life in the palace. He looked up at the calligraphy and paintings on the wall, and unconsciously raised a simple and honest smile at the corner of his mouth. It was a pure joy that was not polluted by the world. It seemed that at this moment, he forgot the difference in status and was only immersed in the common appreciation of beauty.

"Your Majesty, Queen, I am so lucky to see such a masterpiece." The words of the common people were simple but full of sincerity, adding a bit of human warmth to the cold palace. Chu Heng turned around and looked at the common people gently. He nodded slightly, indicating that he didn't need to be restrained: "The Queen and I are also people who love painting. It is a blessing to share this joy with the common people."

In Xie Chaochao's eyes, this scene was like a ray of warm sunshine that penetrated the haze in her heart. She gently put down the porcelain bowl in her hand, and a rare smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. Although the smile was faint, it was like a newly blooming flower, adding a bit of vitality and hope to this cold night. At this moment, whether it was the emperor who was high above or the ordinary people, they were closely connected because of a painting and a common aesthetic experience, and together they weaved a legend about beauty.

In the magnificent Weiyang Palace, the flickering candlelight illuminated the chiseled face of Emperor Chu Heng. He opened his thin lips and slowly recited two lines of poetry: "The stars are scorching, and you are the ideal of the world; the world is impermanent, and you are the sugar in my heart." These lines of poetry were like the brightest stars in the night sky, instantly lighting up the entire hall and gently brushing the hearts of everyone present.

Empress Xie Chaochao, dressed in a luxurious brocade palace dress, with her hair tied high and surrounded by pearls and jade, her eyes seemed to hide endless depth and tenderness. Hearing the emperor's poem, she drew a gentle smile at the corner of her mouth, and her voice was soft and clear: "Your Majesty's poem has a profound artistic conception and sincere emotions. It is really well read and makes people yearn for it." Her words were like a breeze in spring, blowing across Chu Heng's heart and stirring up ripples.

Chu Heng heard this, and a hint of surprise and satisfaction flashed in his eyes. He didn't expect that the poem he casually chanted could get such a high evaluation from the queen. He moved lightly to Xie Chaochao's side, and the two stood side by side. When their eyes met, there seemed to be thousands of words that didn't need to be expressed. He chuckled and said, "The queen is too kind. How can my poetic talent compare to the queen's usual wonderful writing? Your poems are really pearls of wisdom, which are amazing."

Xie Chaochao tilted her head slightly, covered the corner of her mouth with her sleeve, and smiled: "Your Majesty is the ruler of a country, and he has the world in his heart. Naturally, he has extraordinary bearing and insight. I am just a concubine in the boudoir, and I occasionally have some insights, so I just doodled." There was a bit of playfulness in her humility, which made the conversation more vivid and interesting.

Afterwards, the two seemed to have entered an ocean of poetry, from the graceful and beautiful Tang and Song poems to the ups and downs of Yuan opera and Ming and Qing novels, and every sentence was full of love and admiration for literature. Sometimes they smiled at each other, with a tacit understanding; sometimes they argued endlessly, expressing their own opinions, but they all enjoyed it and enjoyed this rare spiritual resonance.

Outside the palace, the night deepened, but inside the Weiyang Palace, the air seemed particularly bright and warm because of the poetry conversation between the emperor and the empress. The air was filled with the faint scent of ink and flowers, interweaving into a series of breathtaking pictures, which made people involuntarily intoxicated, as if the whole world had stopped, leaving only the two of them, in this vast world of poetry, appreciating each other, achieving each other, and weaving together their beautiful chapter.

Empress Xie Chaochao, wearing a gorgeous dress embroidered with gold and phoenixes, with dazzling pearls and jade in her hair, gently leaned against the carved window, gazing at the falling snow outside the window, with a childlike joy in her eyes. Emperor Chu Heng, wearing a dragon robe, was majestic yet gentle. He slowly walked to the side of the empress, and the two smiled at each other. The tacit understanding and deep affection seemed to melt the severe cold of winter.

The maids had already prepared hot tea, the aroma of tea was wafting and the warmth was cozy. Empress Xie Chaochao and Emperor Chu Heng each took a delicate porcelain cup and took a sip. The warm liquid slid down their throats, not only dispelling the coldness in their bodies, but also making their hearts closely connected because of this ordinary yet warm moment.

"Look, the snow is so heavy, why don't we go make a snowman?" Emperor Chu Heng suggested, his words carrying a bit of the innocence and excitement of childhood. Upon hearing this, Empress Xie Chaochao's eyes lit up, as if she had returned to the carefree time when she first met the emperor. She nodded happily, and the two smiled at each other, their happiness more moving than the snow scene outside the window.

So, they took off their heavy costumes, put on light winter clothes, and walked hand in hand into the snow-covered imperial garden. Snowflakes were still falling, like the purest spirits between heaven and earth, dancing in the air. Empress Xie Chaochao and Emperor Chu Heng, the two supreme rulers, were like ordinary couples at this moment, enjoying this rare leisure and joy.

They first rolled snowballs together, one after another, with the big one being the body and the small one being the head. Empress Xie Chaochao carefully picked up a few dead leaves from the ground and skillfully embedded them on the snowman's face as eyes and mouth; Emperor Chu Heng found a dead branch and gently inserted it on the snowman's shoulder as an arm. After a while, a naive snowman appeared in front of them, as if smiling and sharing the joy.