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

In the evening when the setting sun dyed it orange, Xie Chaochao drove slowly with his two children to the old house on the outskirts of the city. In this old house, the years have left mottled traces between its bricks and tiles, as if every stone is telling a story of the past. However, when their car stopped in the middle of the courtyard, it was surprisingly quiet all around, without even a trace of wind. The door of the old house was open alone, as if silently welcoming but revealing a sense of loneliness.

Xie Chaochao frowned, and an inexplicable premonition surged in her heart. She called the two children softly, holding their hands tightly, and stepped into this familiar yet strange home. Inside the house, dust danced gently in the dim light, and the furniture was still arranged, but there was no vitality and laughter in the past. She looked around, every room was empty, even the kitchen, which was the busiest on weekdays, seemed particularly deserted, without the smoke rising from the kitchen, and no busy figures of the family were seen.

Faced with this sudden loneliness, Xie Chaochao did not retreat, but a strong power surged in her heart. She decided that even if it was just her and the two babies, she had to make this night warm. So, she rolled up her sleeves and walked into the slightly old kitchen. Under the light, her figure seemed particularly gentle and firm, and the collision of pots and pans seemed particularly pleasant in this quiet old house, as if adding a bit of life to this empty night.

After a busy schedule, a simple but loving dinner was placed on the table. The two children sat around her, their eyes sparkling with curiosity and surprise, praising their mother's cooking skills. At that moment, Xie Chaochao's fatigue seemed to be swept away, and her heart was filled with unprecedented satisfaction.

After dinner, it was late at night. She gently coaxed the two children to sleep, telling them stories about courage and dreams, until their little faces were filled with reassuring smiles and they slowly fell asleep. Looking at the children's peaceful faces, Xie Chaochao's heart was filled with the warmth of maternal love, but at the same time, an indescribable fatigue also quietly came over her. She gently closed the children's door, turned back to her room, and fell on the bed involuntarily, without even taking off her clothes. In this way, after a busy day and the interweaving of emotions, she fell into a dream exhausted. In her dream, she and the children were laughing in the old house, warm and sweet.

Although it was a lonely night, Xie Chaochao used his strength and love to inject a bit of vitality into this old house, making this night no longer ordinary.

In the magnificent Forbidden City, Emperor Chu Heng seemed to be shrouded in an invisible haze in recent days. Even the delicacies carefully prepared by the imperial kitchen were like chewing wax and difficult to swallow. Sitting on the dragon throne, he frowned, and his eyes, which were once as sharp as an eagle, had lost their former brilliance and revealed a bit of fatigue and melancholy.

Everyone in the palace knew that the emperor had recently accepted three new concubines into the palace, all of whom were women of outstanding beauty and talent. Logically, this should be a happy event, enough to make the emperor very happy. However, the arrival of these three beauties did not dispel the haze in Chu Heng's heart, but seemed to make the sadness even more intense.

In the dead of night, Chu Heng strolled alone in the imperial garden. The moonlight was like water, sprinkling on his lonely figure, casting a long shadow, which made him look particularly lonely. He looked at the flowers blooming in the garden, each of which was so beautiful that it seemed to be telling the story of spring. However, he felt like he was in the cold winter, without feeling any warmth or vitality.

"Could it be that this is really the will of heaven?" Chu Heng pondered in his heart, recalling that since he ascended the throne, although he was the emperor, he had to go through many ups and downs. He had to do everything personally, including state affairs and family affairs. How many people could understand the hardships and helplessness involved?

The three new concubines were all charming and gentle in their own way, but whenever it was late at night and they tried to use their tenderness and love to dissolve the sorrow in his heart, Chu Heng could always feel an indescribable sense of alienation, as if his heart had been tightly bound by some invisible force and could not be freed.

During these gloomy days, a piece of news suddenly came from the palace, saying that there was an urgent report from the border that the enemy was ready to make a move and seemed to have the intention of invading. This news was like a bolt from the blue, which made Chu Heng, who was already in a heavy mood, even worse. He knew that as the king of a country, he had to take on the responsibility of defending his country and could not let the people fall into the flames of war again.

Therefore, Chu Heng decided to put aside his worries for the time being and summoned important officials in the court to discuss countermeasures. He wanted to let the world see that even when his personal emotions were in turmoil, he was still a wise and decisive monarch who cared about the world. And this sudden crisis might become a major turning point in his life, allowing him to find the key to unlock his inner shackles and regain the lost happiness and confidence.

The border was in flames, smoke was rising, the enemy's iron hooves were ruthlessly trampling on the tranquility of the border, the dust was flying, the sound of war drums was deafening, announcing that a war concerning the fate of the country was about to begin. Emperor Chu Heng, a young and courageous monarch, learned of the invasion of the border, and a piece of ice instantly condensed between his brows, and his eyes flashed with unquestionable determination. He stood up without hesitation, the hem of his dragon robe drew a sharp arc in the air, and then ordered: "Call the troops immediately, I will personally lead the army to drive these villains out of the country and defend our great land!"

The order spread throughout the palace like a storm, and the soldiers quickly assembled to prepare for the upcoming battle. At this tense and urgent moment, a gentle and soft footsteps broke the solemn atmosphere in the imperial study. Concubine Liu Ruyan walked in slowly, holding an exquisite porcelain plate in her hand, on which were placed several golden and fragrant osmanthus cakes. Her face was as gentle as autumn water, but her eyes hid her deep concern and reluctance for the emperor.

"Your Majesty, I have specially prepared this plate of osmanthus cake for you. I hope it can dispel your fatigue and add some strength." Concubine Xian's voice was soft but firm. Every word was like the warmest sunshine in spring, trying to penetrate the cold battlefield atmosphere and give Chu Heng a little comfort of home.

Chu Heng turned around and his eyes fell on the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in Concubine Xian's hand. At that moment, he seemed to see the beauty of the peaceful days in the past, and an indescribable tenderness surged in his heart. However, the crisis on the border was urgent. He took a deep breath, suppressed the fluctuations in his heart, walked to Concubine Xian, gently took the plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and said in a low and powerful voice: "My beloved concubine is thoughtful, and I will remember this sweetness.