I fulfilled the female supporting role's wish and I succeeded

In the golden autumn of October, the sunlight shines through the carved window lattices, casting mottled light and shadows on the ground, sparkling like broken gold.

An Lingrong sat upright in Yongshou Palace, holding a roll of newly revised palace rules in her hand, her fingertips gently stroking the paper, feeling the delicate texture of the paper.

Outside the window, the chrysanthemums are in full bloom, clusters of golden color swaying gracefully in the autumn breeze, emitting a faint fragrance.

"Your Majesty, the Imperial Medical Bureau is on track. Imperial Physician Xu said that the compilation of the first batch of medical books is almost complete."

Qiuyue walked over quietly and placed a cup of steaming hot fragrant tea next to An Lingrong.

An Lingrong put down the palace rules in her hand, picked up the teacup, took a sip, and the fragrance of tea filled the air, refreshing her heart.

"I can trust Dr. Xu to do his job."

She stared at the tea leaves floating in the cup, her thoughts drifting away.

"It's just this palace rule..."

An Lingrong sighed softly, a trace of sadness flashing across her brows.

"The rules in this harem are complicated, and many of them are outdated customs and practices that are no longer relevant."

She gently placed the palace rules in her hand on the table, tapping them lightly with her fingertips, making a crisp sound.

"I want to change these outdated rules to make the harem more orderly and the lives of the palace maids easier."

Qiuyue stood aside with her head down, listening quietly, not daring to say much.

"However, changing the palace rules will affect the entire system. If we are not careful, it will cause a huge uproar."

There was a hint of worry in An Lingrong's tone.

"Your Majesty will consider this carefully and will handle it properly."

Qiuyue comforted softly.

An Lingrong raised her head, her eyes firm, "I have made up my mind. This matter must proceed."

She picked up the palace rules on the table and read them carefully again, her eyes full of determination.

A few days later, the newly revised palace rules were officially promulgated.

In the palace rules, many old customs and habits were abolished and replaced by more humane and reasonable regulations.

For example, the palace maids' rest time was guaranteed and their meals were improved.

In addition, An Lingrong also set up a special agency to handle the complaints and suggestions of the palace maids.

The promulgation of the new palace rules caused quite a stir in the harem.

Some conservative concubines and palace maids complained about the new palace rules, believing that An Lingrong was challenging tradition.

But more palace ladies welcomed the new palace rules, believing that An Lingrong was thinking about them.

One day, An Lingrong was taking a walk in the Imperial Garden when she suddenly heard a loud noise.

She looked in the direction of the sound and saw a group of palace maids gathered together, talking.

"Have you heard? Concubine Qi was punished to copy the palace rules a hundred times because she violated the new palace rules!"

"Serves her right! She's the one who broke the rules!"

"That's right! The Queen is doing this for the good of everyone, but she doesn't know what's good for her!"

An Lingrong listened to their discussion, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a relieved smile.

The Forbidden City in winter is covered in silver and looks particularly enchanting.

Inside the Qianqing Palace, the charcoal fire was burning, and it was as warm as spring.

The emperor leaned on the dragon couch, his face pale and his breath weak.

Fourteen-year-old Hongxi stood by the bed, his brows already showing the look of an emperor.

He was dressed in bright yellow official attire for the prince, with jade pendant at his waist, and his every move and gesture revealed his royal bearing.

"Hongxi," the emperor called in a weak voice.

"Your son is here." Hongxi responded quickly, his eyes full of concern.

"I'm afraid my body is failing..."

The emperor looked at Hongxi, his eyes full of love and reluctance.

"Father..." Hongxi choked, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Over the years, your mother has sacrificed so much for you and the Qing Dynasty..."

The emperor held Hongxi's hand and spoke in a heavy tone.

"After I leave, you must be filial to your mother and govern the Qing Dynasty well."

"Your son will remember your father's teachings." Hongxi knelt beside the bed, tears streaming down his face.

"You are a good child. I believe you will become a wise ruler."

The emperor smiled with relief, his eyes full of anticipation.

Outside the window, snowflakes are falling, and the world is silent.

Hongxi knelt beside the bed, silently accompanying the emperor through the last winter of his life.

It was a chilly spring day, and the chilly spring breeze mixed with a drizzle was blowing across the Forbidden City, bringing a hint of coolness.

There was a faint smell of medicine in the Qianqing Palace.

The emperor was lying in bed, dying.

An Lingrong served by the bedside without taking off her clothes, her eyes bloodshot and her face haggard.

She used a warm towel to gently wipe the emperor's forehead, her movements gentle and delicate.

"Your Majesty, please have some porridge."

An Lingrong picked up a bowl of steaming porridge, blew on it gently to cool it down, and brought it to the emperor's mouth.

The emperor opened his mouth with difficulty, drank a few sips, and then shook his head weakly.

"I...can't eat anymore..."

His voice was hoarse, like a broken bellows.

An Lingrong put down the bowl of porridge in her hand, her eyes red and tears welled up in her eyes.

She knew that the emperor was at the end of his life.

Even the system's fitness pills could not save the emperor's life.

"Your Majesty, please have a good rest."

An Lingrong suppressed the grief in her heart and comforted him softly.

It was late at night and the palace was silent, with only the emperor's faint breathing echoing in the air.

An Lingrong sat by the bed, holding the emperor's hand, and silently accompanied him.

Outside the window, the night is deep and the stars are twinkling.

Inside the Qianqing Palace, the lights are brightly lit.

The emperor held An Lingrong's hand, his eyes were blurred, and his thoughts went back to many years ago.

"Rong'er, thank you..."

His voice was weak, but full of gratitude.

"Thank you for coming to my side. Thank you for giving so much for me and the Qing Dynasty..."

The emperor spoke intermittently, his tone full of reluctance.

"The thing I regret most in my life is that I couldn't treat you well..."

There was a deep sense of guilt in his eyes.

"emperor……"

An Lingrong choked and tears rolled down her cheeks.

"I know that you have never had me in your heart..."

The emperor smiled bitterly, his eyes full of helplessness.

"But I still want to thank you. Thank you for accompanying me through this last part of the journey..."

He held An Lingrong's hand tightly, as if he wanted to pass all his strength to her.

"Rong'er, after I leave, you must take good care of yourself and don't be too sad..."

His voice grew weaker and weaker, his breathing becoming shallower and shallower.

"Promise me, don't hurt yourself..."

The emperor used up his last bit of strength, said this sentence, and closed his eyes forever.

An Lingrong hugged the emperor's body tightly, tears streaming down her face.