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

Su Meng's light flickered again, and a portrait of a woman appeared on the virtual screen.

The woman was wearing a light blue dress, had a pretty face, and a hint of sadness between her brows.

"Lin Qinshuang, the concubine of the Sheng family,"

Su Meng's voice rang out, "Her wish is to change the fate of herself and her daughter Molan, and to live a peaceful and smooth life."

Su Luo looked at Lin Qinshuang's portrait and felt a surge of sympathy in his heart.

In that era, the fate of a concubine's daughter was often bumpy and full of uncertainty.

"Okay, help her."

Su Luo's eyes became firm, "This time, I want her to have a happy and fulfilling life."

Su Meng's eyes danced happily, as if she was happy about Su Luo's decision.

"The mission has been confirmed, and the host is being transferred..."

A few rays of morning light filtered through the carved wooden window, falling on Su Luo's face, bringing warmth.

She slowly opened her eyes, and her vision gradually became clearer.

What caught the eye was an apricot-yellow curtain embroidered with hibiscus flowers, hanging lightly and swaying gently in the breeze.

A faint scent of sandalwood lingers at the tip of the nose, mixed with the fragrance of unknown flowers, which is quiet and pleasant.

Beneath her body was the soft brocade mattress, which felt so delicate and smooth that she almost didn't want to get up.

The room is not big, but it is decorated exquisitely and elegantly.

The mahogany carved furniture is decorated with exquisite porcelain and antiques.

There are several ink-and-wash landscape paintings hanging on the wall, with delicate brushstrokes and profound artistic conception.

Through the half-open window, you can see a small courtyard outside.

A few green bamboos swayed in the wind, making a rustling sound.

The sunlight shines on the bluestone path, making it look mottled.

Su Luo took a deep breath, feeling this strange yet real ancient atmosphere.

"Su Meng, receive the plot."

Lin Qinshuang sat up, rubbed her forehead, and there was a hint of helplessness in her tone.

Su Meng's light flickered, transmitting the plot into Lin Qinshuang's mind.

Lin Qinshuang is Sheng Hong's concubine. She appears weak in appearance but is actually very scheming in her heart.

She is good at moving others with tears and words to achieve her goals.

In the inner house of Sheng Mansion, she fought with the wife Wang for many years and never lost.

She has a daughter, Sheng Molan, and a son, Sheng Changfeng.

Later, because of Molan's marriage, he fell out with the Sheng family and was caned by Sheng Hong and sent to Zhuangzi for imprisonment, where he eventually died of a serious illness.

Lin Qinshuang rubbed her eyebrows and gritted her teeth secretly.

"Su Meng, can't you teleport me to an earlier time?"

She was filled with regret. "I just gave birth to Molan. In this era, a concubine like me doesn't even have a say. This is simply the beginning of hell!"

She felt powerless, as if she was tightly bound by the shackles of fate.

The road ahead is long. How can she change her own and Molan's fate?

"My lady, you are finally awake!"

A slightly anxious voice broke Lin Qinshuang's thoughts.

A maid dressed in blue cloth and with her hair neatly combed walked quickly to the bedside, her face full of worry.

"After giving birth to the young lady, you fainted. The master was extremely worried!"

Zhou Xuenniang is Lin Qinshuang's maid who came with her as a dowry, and also the person she trusts most in this world.

Lin Qinshuang looked at Zhou Xuenniang's concerned eyes, and a warm feeling welled up in her heart.

"I'm fine, Snow Lady."

She tried to force a weak smile, "Where's the lady?"

"The young lady is fine and sleeping in the cradle."

Zhou Xuenniang smiled and pointed to a small cradle in the corner of the room. "It's white and plump, so cute."

Lin Qinshuang followed Zhou Xuenniang's gaze and saw a delicate baby lying in the cradle, sleeping soundly.

Her heart softened and a feeling of maternal love arose spontaneously.

Lin Qinshuang's eyes followed Zhou Xuenniang's leaving figure until the door closed gently, blocking out the noise from the outside world.

"Su Meng," she muttered to herself, "You said I could practice in this small world, but I don't understand anything in the book. How can I practice?"

There was a hint of confusion in her voice, like a traveler lost in thick fog, unable to find the way forward.

Su Meng's light flashed in her mind, like a shooting star across the night sky, disappearing in a flash.

"The host just needs to hold the book in his hands and study silently in his mind."

Su Meng's voice was clear and pleasant, like a clear spring flowing in a mountain stream, washing away the uneasiness in Lin Qinshuang's heart.

Following Su Meng's guidance, Lin Qinshuang took out an ancient book from the space bead.

The cover of the book is dark blue, with four large characters embroidered on it in golden silk thread - "The Art of Condensing the Soul from the Shadow".

A faint fragrance emanates from the book, like an orchid blooming in a valley, refreshing to the heart.

Lin Qinshuang gently stroked the cover of the book, and felt a cool touch at her fingertips, as if she had touched thousand-year-old ice.

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and silently said "study" in her heart.

The book in my hand suddenly burst into dazzling light, like fireworks blooming in the night sky, gorgeous and dazzling.

The light gradually condensed and eventually turned into countless light spots, flying into Lin Qinshuang's mind.

In an instant, she felt a sharp pain in her head, as if pierced by countless steel needles, and she couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

This feeling comes and goes just as quickly.

After a while, the pain gradually subsided, replaced by a cool feeling, like a clear spring flowing through dry land, nourishing her body and mind.

Lin Qinshuang slowly opened her eyes, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes.

"What's going on?" She rubbed her temples, feeling a little dizzy.

Lin Qinshuang checked the contents in her mind and found that there was only one level of practice method.

"Why is there only the first level?"

"The host's mental strength is not strong enough, so I can only hide the remaining levels of the technique."

Su Meng's voice sounded again, with a hint of helplessness, "It will appear when the host reaches a certain realm."

The words swam in her mind like tadpoles, obscure and difficult to understand.

She frowned, feeling a little dissatisfied.

"Does the host want to use merit to cultivate now?"

Su Meng's voice interrupted her thoughts.

Lin Qinshuang pondered for a moment, secretly calculating in his mind.

"Then use the remaining merits to practice the technique."

She finally made a decision.

"Okay, host."

A warm current flowed into Lin Qinshuang's mind, like the warm sunshine in winter, dispelling the haze that had lingered in her heart for many days.

She felt a pure energy flowing through her body, repairing the damage caused by childbirth, cleansing her meridians, and strengthening her body.

Her face, which had been slightly pale due to childbirth, gradually regained its rosy complexion, as if a withered flower had regained its vitality.

Lin Qinshuang just felt relaxed all over, indescribably comfortable, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off her shoulders.

"Congratulations to the host, you have spent 500 merit points to reach the first level of the 'Shadow Soul Condensation Technique'."

She slowly opened her eyes, and there was a bright light shining in them, like the twinkling stars in the night sky.

"Is this the beauty of cultivation?" she murmured to herself, her heart filled with surprise and anticipation.