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

The warm spring sun shines gently, flowers in the garden bloom, and bees and butterflies fly.

Molan was wearing a goose yellow dress, which made her skin look whiter than snow and her eyes and teeth look bright.

Yu Yanran was wearing a light pink skirt, which made her look even more charming and lovely.

The two of them strolled among the flowers, like two dancing butterflies.

Yu Yanran covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes moving around, and it was unclear what she said.

Molan pretended to be angry and hit Yu Yanran's shoulder lightly, "Sister always makes fun of me."

The two of them laughed together, and their laughter like silver bells echoed in the garden.

"Sister Yanran, look at this butterfly, it's so beautiful!" Molan pointed at the colorful butterfly flying in the air and shouted excitedly.

Yu Yanran covered her mouth and chuckled, "Fourth sister, go slower, be careful not to fall."

They chased and played, sometimes stopping to smell the flowers, sometimes pointing at the distant scenery and whispering.

The sunlight shines through the branches and leaves, casting mottled light and shadows, stretching their figures to be slender.

The breeze blows by, bringing bursts of floral fragrance, refreshing the heart.

This beautiful scene, like a painting, is intoxicating.

Qi Heng stood in the distance, looking at Molan's agile figure, feeling anxious.

After class, Molan was always taken away by Changfeng to play with the prince and others, and he rarely had the chance to be alone with Molan.

Today, with great difficulty, Molan stayed in Sheng Mansion, but he was entangled by Minglan and couldn't get away. He couldn't help but feel annoyed.

Qi Heng was extremely anxious, and his eyes kept looking past Minglan and at Molan's figure.

How he wished Minglan would leave tactfully, giving him and Molan a chance to be alone.

However, it is counterproductive.

Minglan was talking incessantly about poetry and songs, and was completely unaware of Qi Heng's anxiety.

"Young Master, which poem of Li Qingzhao do you think is the best?"

Minglan blinked her eyes and looked at Qi Heng eagerly.

Qi Heng felt annoyed, but he had to perfunctorily say, "Uh... everything is fine."

His eyes were wandering and he didn't listen to Minglan's words at all.

Minglan mistakenly thought that Qi Heng was also quite knowledgeable about poetry, and began to discuss it with him even more excitedly.

"My favorite line is 'Sheng Sheng Man'. The line 'Searching and searching, cold and desolate, sad and miserable' really captures the poet's sorrow."

Minglan shook her head and recited as she did so.

Qi Heng felt as if his heart was scratched by a cat, itchy and uncomfortable.

He wanted to interrupt Minglan several times, but couldn't find a suitable reason.

He could only listen to Minglan's chatter helplessly, but his eyes were always following Molan in the distance.

It was not until Molan and Yu Yanran disappeared into the depths of the garden that Qi Heng finally found an opportunity to escape.

He hurriedly said goodbye to Minglan, with a hint of imperceptible irritation in his tone.

Minglan didn't understand what was going on and thought Qi Heng had something urgent to do, so she didn't try to persuade him to stay.

Qi Heng walked quickly towards the direction where Molan disappeared, his heart filled with regret and loss.

In the school, Minglan stood in front of Master Zhuang with a sad face.

Zhuang Xuejiu stroked his beard, frowning, "Sixth Miss, your handwriting..."

He shook his head, looking disappointed.

Minglan lowered her head in shame, and the brush in her hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

"Well, today I will teach you how to write the character '永'. Please write it."

Zhuang Xuejiu sighed, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.

Minglan bit her lip and forced herself to write a crooked "Yong" on the paper.

Zhuang Xuejiu took a look and frowned even more tightly.

"Alas, your handwriting is truly unbecoming. I will punish you by making a copy of the 'Salt and Iron Treatise' and hand it in in three days."

Minglan's face turned pale and she groaned inwardly.

"Salt and Iron Discussions" is very long, and copying it within three days is almost an impossible task.

At this moment, Molan spoke softly, "Sir, Sixth Sister is still young and her wrists are weak, so naturally she is not as skilled as others in writing."

She paused and continued, "Why not give her some more time to practice slowly?"

Molan's voice was gentle yet firm, with a hint of pleading.

Zhuang Xuejiu pondered for a moment, then finally nodded, "Well, let's do as the Fourth Miss said and hand it over in five days."

Molan smiled sweetly and bowed to Zhuang Xuejiu, "Thank you, sir."

Qi Heng and Gu Tingye both looked at Molan, one with admiration and the other with inquiry.

Minglan felt mixed emotions, and Molan's plea made her feel a little uncomfortable.

She didn't really need Molan's help, she just didn't want to embarrass herself in front of Qi Heng and Gu Tingye.

However, due to the presence of the two people, she couldn't directly reject Molan's kindness.

I could only force a smile, "Thank you, Fourth Sister."

Molan took in Minglan's expression and understood.

In the Sheng family, everyone prospers together and suffers together.

Helping Minglan is also helping yourself.

After class, Qi Heng stopped Molan.

He took out a few exquisite snacks from his sleeve and handed them to Molan.

"I prepared this especially for you, try it."

Molan was slightly taken aback, then politely declined, "Thank you, young master, I'm not hungry."

Qi Heng took out a fine wolf-hair brush from his bosom and said, "This brush has a soft tip and is most suitable for practicing calligraphy."

Molan still refused, "Young Master, this is too valuable. I can't accept it."

Qi Heng stuffed the snacks and brush into Molan's arms without saying anything, "Take it, it's just a small token of my appreciation."

After saying that, he turned and left, leaving Molan standing there, holding the snacks and brush in her hands, with mixed feelings in her heart.

This scene happened to be witnessed by Minglan.

She hid behind the rockery and saw everything clearly.

The flame of jealousy burned in her heart.

Why?

Although she is a concubine's daughter like her, Molan can gain such favor from Qi Heng.

Just because she had a good mother, she was named a county lady by the emperor just a few days after she was born?

She lives better than the legitimate daughter, and even Qi Heng and Gu Tingye look at her differently.

Minglan clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms, but she didn't feel any pain.

Her heart was filled with resentment and resentment.

Why?

Why should she live such a humble life?

No, she couldn't just give up like that.

She also wants to marry into a wealthy family and live a life of luxury.

She also wants to be like Molan, held in the palm of someone's hand and envied by others.

Now it seems that Qi Heng is the best choice.

He is gentle and affectionate, comes from a prominent family, and most importantly, he is not completely ruthless to himself.

That "not completely ruthless" is the gap she can exploit and the fulcrum she can use to change her destiny.

As long as she can seize the opportunity and take every step carefully, she may be able to come from behind and replace Molan.

Minglan's eyes gradually became firm, and her originally clear eyes were now burning with flames. The flames reflected her slightly pale face, making her look a little hideous.

She clutched the corner of her clothes tightly, her knuckles turning white, and she almost crushed the thin silk.

She wants to fight and compete, and change her humble fate at all costs.

Minglan was completely unaware of this. She felt as if she was in a huge furnace, her whole body burning with heat. Only her burning ambition supported her as she walked step by step towards the unknown abyss.