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

Inside the princess's residence, the stove was burning brightly, the crackling of charcoal fire dispelling the winter chill.

As soon as Molan entered the room, she took off her heavy cloak and handed it to the maid beside her.

Lin Qinshuang was leaning on the couch, holding a cup of hot tea in her hand and flipping through a collection of poems casually.

She saw what was in Molan's arms at a glance, raised her eyebrows, and a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"Oh, my son, where did this good thing come from?"

She put down the teacup, leaned forward slightly, and her eyes fell on the object in Molan's arms.

Lin Qinshuang's movements were gentle, yet with unquestionable strength. She grabbed the wolf-hair brush and examined it carefully.

She stroked the pen with her fingertips, feeling the delicate touch, and a gleam of light flashed in her eyes.

"This pen is obviously not an ordinary item. Perhaps it came from the palace?"

She said it with certainty and a hint of pride.

Everyone in the Sheng Mansion knew that Lin Qinshuang was the best at identifying good things.

She picked up another piece of dessert, put it to her nose and sniffed it. The sweet aroma spread instantly.

"The aroma of these pastries, wow, only those old brands can make it."

Lin Qinshuang put down the snacks, pulled Molan to sit beside her, and the smile on her face became more intense.

"Tell me, who sent it?"

Her tone was gentle, yet with a hint of inquiry.

Molan lowered her eyelids, her long eyelashes hiding the emotions in her eyes, and she said softly:

"It's the young master."

The voice was as thin as a mosquito, but it fell clearly into Lin Qinshuang's ears.

Lin Qinshuang narrowed her eyes, and a gleam of light flashed in her eyes.

"Young Master? The one from Duke Qi's Mansion?"

She thought for a moment, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"He is willing to invest money."

Lin Qinshuang paused for a moment, her eyes fell on Molan's face, and her tone became meaningful.

"Mo'er, do you have any thoughts about the young master?"

Lin Qinshuang held Molan's hand, gently stroking the back of her hand with her fingertips, her eyes full of exploration.

"If you want to say you like it, there's no need to worry."

"Although Princess Pingning is a bit fierce, I am not afraid of her."

"Your father is now the emperor's right-hand man, and your brother is the prince's companion. You can now live your life as you wish."

Lin Qinshuang's tone was firm, with a hint of unquestionable dominance.

Molan's cheeks flushed, she shyly twisted the corner of her clothes and whispered, "Mom, I'm still young."

"I don't want to get married so soon. I want to see the beautiful mountains and rivers that my cousin talked about."

Molan's voice became quieter and quieter, until it was almost inaudible.

Lin Qinshuang smiled without saying a word, just looking at Molan quietly, with a glimmer of understanding in her eyes.

It seems that Molan has an idea in mind.

When talking about Molan's cousin, we have to mention the beggar that Lin Qinshuang first met on the street.

Lin Qinshuang was the only one left in the Lin family, so she wanted to continue the family line, so she adopted him and named him Lin Changze.

Lin Changze is smart and studious, and is proficient in both civil and military affairs. He passed the high school entrance examination last year and has now been appointed as the Shaoqing of the Honglu Temple by the emperor.

In the past few days, I was sent by the emperor to Jiangnan to investigate the locust plague.

Just as Lin Qinshuang and Molan were talking about Lin Changze, the maid lifted the curtain and walked in quickly with a happy look on her face.

"My lady, Master Changze has returned."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Changze lifted the curtain and walked in.

Lin Changze has a tall figure, sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, a high nose bridge, and thin lips tightly pursed. He exudes an awe-inspiring righteousness.

He was wearing a dark green official uniform and a jade belt around his waist, which made him look even more heroic.

He has been practicing martial arts for many years, his skin has a healthy wheat color, and there is a sense of power in his every move.

He first bowed deeply to Lin Qinshuang, and said in a steady and respectful voice: "Changze greets Aunt."

Then he turned his gaze to Molan, with a hint of doting and tenderness in his eyes: "Hello, sister Mo'er."

Molan's cheeks instantly flushed, as beautiful as a ripe cherry.

She lowered her head, her voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz: "Greetings, Brother Changze. Did you have a safe trip, Brother Changze?"

Lin Changze smiled slightly, revealing his white teeth. His smile was like a ray of sunshine in winter, warm and bright.

"Thanks to sister Moer, everything went smoothly on this trip."

He walked over to Lin Qinshuang and Molan, sat down, and began to tell them what he had seen and heard along the way.

"The locust plague in the Jiangnan area is indeed severe. People have been displaced and their crops have been completely destroyed."

"Thanks to the wise Majesty, he promptly allocated food and supplies to provide relief to the victims. The disaster has now been basically brought under control."

"I also saw some local officials concealing the extent of the disaster and enriching themselves for the sake of their own political achievements. It's truly despicable."

There was a hint of indignation in Lin Changze's tone.

Lin Qinshuang listened to Lin Changze's story with a frown on her face and a hint of worry in her eyes.

"These corrupt officials deserve to die."

"Nagaze, you must be careful and don't let them trick you."

Lin Qinshuang's tone was full of concern and worry.

Molan looked at Lin Changze with admiration, her eyes full of respect and love.

"Brother Changze is truly amazing. Not only is he proficient in both civil and military affairs, but he also cares deeply about the people. He is truly the pride of our Sheng family."

There was a hint of pride and pride in Molan's voice.

Lin Changze smiled modestly and did not take Molan's praise to heart.

He continued to talk about the customs and people of the Jiangnan area, as well as the interesting things he encountered during the disaster relief process.

The laughter and joy that filled the room dispelled the winter chill and made this already cozy house even warmer.

Molan would interject a few words from time to time. Her voice was clear and pleasant, as beautiful as that of an oriole.

Lin Qinshuang looked at Molan and Lin Changze with a loving face, her eyes full of relief and satisfaction.

Lin Changze took out a piece of lake blue silk and handed it to Lin Qinshuang.

"Aunt, this is for you. Jiangnan silk is the most famous. It will look great on you."

"Nagaze is thoughtful."

Lin Changze picked up a fan embroidered with lotus flowers and handed it to Molan.

"Sister Mo'er, this fan is for you. It suits you perfectly."

Molan took the fan and shook it gently. The exquisite embroidery on the fan sparkled in the light.

Her eyebrows were curved and the corners of her mouth were raised, unable to hide the joy in her heart.

"Thank you, Brother Nagasawa. This fan is really beautiful."

Molan played with the fan in her hand and couldn't let it go. From time to time, she looked up at Lin Changze, her eyes full of admiration and attachment.

Lin Qinshuang looked at Molan and shook her head.

She patted the back of Molan's hand gently and spoke with a smile.

"Okay, Mo'er, stop bothering your brother Changze."

"He must be tired after all the hard work and sleeping in the open air."

"Changze, go back and rest for a while. We'll have dinner together when Changfeng comes back in the evening."

Lin Qinshuang's tone was gentle, yet carried a hint of unquestionable majesty.

Lin Changze nodded and stood up to say goodbye.