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

Xie Chaochao, the mother of the country, was dressed in a complicated and gorgeous phoenix robe and a nine-phoenix pearl crown. She was dignified with indescribable gentleness and tenacity. Her hand was tightly wrapped in the emperor's warm palm. At that moment, it seemed that even time stood still. The emperor looked at her with a childish smile on his lips. That smile contained both the tenderness of an emperor and a hint of coquettishness. He said, "Chaochao, I like you, and it should be natural for me to praise you. Don't you like me like this?"

The emperor's words were a bit playful and sincere, as if he was testing and expecting. His eyes were as deep as the stars and the sea, and as gentle as the warm spring sun, making people irresistible and unwilling to refuse.

When Empress Xie Chaochao heard this, a faint smile bloomed on her face, which was enough to illuminate people's hearts. Her smile was like a newly blossoming lotus, elegant yet delicate. She gently opened her lips, and her voice was soft but firm: "Your Majesty, of course I like it. Within this palace wall, it is a blessing for me to have Your Majesty treat me so sincerely."

After that, their eyes met in the air, and at that moment, it seemed as if the whole world was silent. The maids and eunuchs standing around also consciously slowed down their breathing, fearing to disturb this rare warmth and sweetness. The afterglow of the setting sun continued to shine, stretching their shadows long, and also engraved this deep affection in the long river of time, becoming a good story passed down by later generations.

Such a scene not only makes people sigh, but also makes people yearn for this love that transcends power and status. It also makes people look forward to what kind of magnificent and affectionate historical chapter this imperial couple will write together.

Empress Xie Chaochao, wearing a complicated and gorgeous gown with embroidered phoenix and a high bun, surrounded by pearls and jade, sat on a finely carved pearwood chair in the bedroom, with a gentle and tranquil look of a new mother. The moonlight outside the window was like water, gently sprinkled on her face, adding a bit of otherworldly fairy spirit to her. However, in this quiet and peaceful atmosphere, she keenly noticed the indescribable worry between the eyebrows of Emperor Chu Heng, as if a heavy burden was pressing on his heart, making his handsome face look a little tired.

Xie Chaochao felt an inexplicable worry in her heart. She gently put down the golden bell in her hand that was teasing the baby. The crisp and pleasant sound was instantly swallowed up by the silence in the room. She stood up and walked towards Chu Heng who was leaning against the window and gazing at the night sky. She gently stretched out her hand and stroked his solid back. Her voice was filled with endless tenderness and concern: "Your Majesty, you seem to be worried today. Can you tell me so that I can share your worries?"

Chu Heng turned around, his deep eyes flashing with complex light. He looked at his beloved wife who had gone through thick and thin with him and now gave birth to a prince for him, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings. After a moment of silence, he slowly spoke in a low and heavy voice: "Chao Chao, you know, since you gave birth to the prince, this palace and even the whole world will usher in a new chapter. As the king of a country, I have an increasingly heavy responsibility on my shoulders. But what worries me more is that under this dragon throne, undercurrents are surging, and the game of power has never stopped. I..." At this point, he paused, as if considering his next words.

"Your Majesty," Xie Chaochao interrupted him, her eyes flashing with determination and understanding, "Although I am a woman, I also know the cruelty and complexity of the palace struggle. Since I have given birth to your heir, then for the sake of our child and for the stability of this country, I am willing to fight side by side with you and face all the storms together. Your Majesty is not saying that this dragon throne should be sat by me, but that I am willing to work with your Majesty to protect this country and make it more prosperous."

Chu Heng's eyes slightly reddened when he heard this. He held Xie Chaochao's hand tightly, as if holding the most precious treasure in the world. "Chaochao, having you by my side is the greatest blessing of my life. From now on, you and I will join hands and reach the pinnacle of power together, let the world witness our love and wisdom, and write an immortal legend together."

In the ancient and glorious imperial city, the golden sunlight penetrated the clouds and sprinkled on the glazed tiles of the Forbidden City, flashing a dazzling and mysterious light. Empress Xie Chaochao, wearing a luxurious phoenix robe, embroidered with a phoenix spreading its wings, lifelike, as if it could break through the clothes and fly into the sky at any time. She sat in the magnificent Fengluan Palace, revealing an extraordinary temperament between her eyebrows, but her eyes hid an indescribable complex emotion.

"Your Majesty," her voice was gentle but firm, like the spring rain moistening the dry land, yet it did not lose its strength, "I am Xie Chaochao. I have the guts to say this today, but what I really want is not the supreme throne. I know that I am not talented and knowledgeable enough, and I am not worthy of the position. The weight of the throne is not something I can bear."

The emperor, wearing a dragon robe, looked majestic yet gentle. He was slightly stunned when he heard the words, and a trace of surprise and confusion flashed in his deep eyes. He slowly stepped down from the dragon throne and walked towards Xie Chaochao. Every step seemed so heavy, as if every step was stepping on the dust of history.

"Chao Chao, do you know what you are saying?" The emperor's voice was deep and magnetic, with a hint of irresistible power. "I had to take over the throne temporarily because you were young and the situation was turbulent to ensure the stability of our dynasty. Now you have grown up, you are both wise and brave, it is time for you to take power again, how can you give it up so easily?"

A barely perceptible tear flashed in Xie Chaochao's eyes. She gently raised her hand and stroked a scroll on the table beside her. It was a painting depicting her and the emperor playing together in their childhood. The picture was warm and beautiful, as if it could travel through time and space and bring people's thoughts back to that carefree time. "Your Majesty, do you know what I wish for? Not power, not glory, but the well-being of the people and the prosperity of the country. And I would rather be an ordinary person, enjoying the prosperity of the world with you, and spending ordinary days and months together."

When the emperor heard this, an indescribable emotion surged in his heart. He tightly held Xie Chaochao's hands. Those hands had been the source of his strength countless times in times of crisis. Now, they conveyed an unprecedented warmth and firmness. "Chaochao, how could I not know your feelings? But the country cannot be without a king for a day. Since you don't want it, I won't force you. However, the matter of the throne still needs long-term consideration. I don't want to put the world in an unjust situation because of my own selfishness."