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

At this moment, the back garden seemed to be infected by this deep affection and sorrow, and even the air was filled with a faint sadness. Chu Heng, the high and mighty emperor, could only pray silently in this endless wait, hoping to find his queen as soon as possible and regain the lost happiness.

As night falls and the stars twinkle, Chu Heng still sits alone in the pavilion, like a sculpture, freezing time and his endless yearning and pursuit for Xie Chaochao. And this story about love and search has just begun...

The next morning, the sky was just beginning to turn pale blue, and the morning light gently covered the sleeping town like a veil. Xie Chaochao woke up from the simple but cozy wooden house, and the cold wind outside the window seemed to have a bit of the freshness and chill of the morning. She rubbed her sleepy eyes, her eyes touched the clothes that were covered with dust from yesterday's work, and an inexplicable sense of responsibility and tenacity surged in her heart.

She got out of bed quietly, fearing to wake up her family who were still asleep. The fire in the house had gone out, leaving only a trace of residual warmth lingering in the air, forming a sharp contrast with the cold outside. Xie Chaochao picked up the slightly old wooden barrel and slowly walked to the ancient bluestone well outside the house. The well was covered with a thin layer of frost, as if nature had covered the world with a layer of silver yarn overnight.

The water in the well was clear, but also piercingly cold. Xie Chaochao took a deep breath, as if to absorb the cold into her chest and turn it into inner strength. She gently put the wooden barrel into the well. With a light "dong" sound, the well water was slowly lifted up, bringing an indescribable freshness and coolness. When she lifted the wooden barrel to the edge of the well, her hands began to tremble unconsciously, which was the result of the bone-chilling cold of the well water. Her fingertips quickly turned red, as if they were stained by the flames of winter.

But Xie Chaochao did not back down. She gritted her teeth and held the edge of the wooden barrel tightly with both hands, as if she was silently fighting against the cold winter. She carefully poured the well water into the large wooden basin next to her. The clear water shimmered in the sun, like a touch of warmth in winter. Then, she took off the clothes that needed to be washed and gently put them into the water. The clothes were instantly swallowed by the cold well water, making a slight "hissing" sound, as if telling the hardships they had experienced.

Xie Chaochao picked up the washing stick and tapped the clothes again and again, each tap seemed to release her inner tenacity and indomitable spirit. The cold wind blew, rolling up the strands of hair on her forehead and taking away some of the childishness on her face, leaving behind a maturity and strength beyond her age. The world around her seemed to have quieted down, and only she, the cold winter day, the cold well water, and the clothes that were gradually washed, together weaved the most touching story of this morning.

At this moment, Xie Chaochao is not only washing clothes, but also proving with her actions that no matter how many hardships and challenges life gives her, she can face and overcome them with a brave and tenacious heart. And this persistence and courage is just like the first ray of sunshine in this winter day, which is weak but enough to warm people's hearts and inspire the resonance and yearning of everyone who reads this story.

In that small but cozy home, the sun shines through the half-closed curtains, dappling onto the foamy laundry basin. The water splashes gently as Xie Chaochao moves hurriedly and a little flustered, and then falls quietly, as if accompanying this chaotic moment. Her hands shuttle in the cold water, scrubbing the family's clothes, her fingertips are slightly white due to long hours of labor, but her eyes reveal an unyielding determination.

Just as she was concentrating on the clothes in her hands, trying to clean every bit of dirt, a sudden cry was like a thunder in the summer afternoon, instantly breaking this rare tranquility. The cry, tender and helpless, with a bit of hunger and a bit of desire for the warmth of her mother, struck Xie Chaochao's heart. Her heart suddenly tightened, the clothes in her hands seemed to become extremely heavy in an instant, and the foam in her hands seemed to turn into invisible pressure, making her feel unprecedentedly tired.

"Child..." Xie Chaozhao muttered to herself, with a flash of anxiety and helplessness in her eyes. Her pace accelerated involuntarily, as if she was racing against time, and every step she took was full of eagerness and determination. The water stains on the edge of the washing basin were splashed everywhere by her hurried footsteps, dripping onto the floor, forming irregular watermarks, recording her panic and struggle at the moment.

She quickly dried her hands, water drops sliding down her fingertips, just like her mood at the moment, heavy and anxious. Walking into the bedroom, she saw the child lying on the crib, tears hanging on his little face, his eyes closed, his fists clenched, as if he was dreaming a helpless dream. Xie Chaochao's heart melted instantly, she gently picked up the child, gently stroked the child's back, hummed a soft lullaby, trying to soothe the anxiety and fear in this little life.

The child's crying gradually subsided, turning into intermittent sobbing, and finally calmed down, leaving only the sound of even breathing, which seemed particularly reassuring in this small space. Xie Chaochao looked at the child's face sleeping peacefully, and a warm current surged in her heart, which was the satisfaction and happiness unique to being a mother. However, when she looked at the unfinished laundry basin again, a trace of determination flashed in her eyes - although life was hard, she had to persevere for this family and for her children.

So, she returned to the washing tub, immersed her hands in the cold water again, and continued her unfinished work. The sun still shone through the curtains, adding a bit of warmth and hope to this ordinary yet tenacious scene. At this moment, Xie Chaochao's figure seemed to be coated with a layer of golden brilliance, which was the brilliance of maternal love, the brilliance of never giving up no matter how difficult life was.

In the early morning, Lin Qian gently coaxed the young life in her arms to sleep. The little guy's eyes were still stained with tears, but he smiled sweetly in his dreams, as if all his troubles were gently wiped away. She gently put the child back into the cradle, with an indescribable satisfaction and love in her heart, but also accompanied by a trace of imperceptible fatigue.

Walking out of the nursery, Lin Qian's stomach made a slight protest at an inopportune time, which was the silent call of hunger. She smiled helplessly. Since having this little baby, her life rhythm seemed to be completely disrupted, but behind every hardship, there was endless happiness and expectation.