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

After a few days, the emperor stopped visiting the Yikun Palace frequently and resumed his usual rhythm of turning over cards. One day, Qiuyue ran in excitedly, her face brimming with joy: "My lady, the emperor is here!"

An Lingrong stood up immediately, her fingers gently smoothing over her dress, smoothing out the wrinkles. As the Emperor entered the room, she gracefully knelt and saluted, her voice soft, "Your Highness, I pay my respects to you."

"Stand up," the emperor said with a smile, his eyes falling on the rice paper on the table. "What are you looking at?"

A glimmer of joy flashed in An Lingrong's eyes, and her voice was as gentle as a spring breeze: "Just killing time when I'm bored."

The emperor picked up the rice paper on the table and read aloud: "The spring breeze ten miles long is not as good as you; the vicissitudes of life are all due to you." Surprise flashed in his eyes, and his admiration was beyond words: "Excellent poem! The artistic conception is novel and the emotion is sincere."

An Lingrong bowed her head modestly, her voice soft, "I am merely offering you a flower."

The emperor shook his head, his eyes full of admiration. "You are too modest. This poem is unique in its artistic conception and expresses deep affection for one's lover. I like it very much."

An Lingrong was secretly delighted, but a shy expression appeared on her face, and her eyes moved: "I just want to express my admiration for Your Majesty."

A trace of tenderness flashed in the emperor's eyes. He reached out and gently stroked An Lingrong's cheek, his movements gentle: "I know what you mean."

The two smiled at each other and continued to chat about poetry. An Lingrong's insights were unique, and the emperor nodded frequently, his eyes full of approval.

A few days later, An Lingrong was strolling alone in the Imperial Garden. The spring sun was warm, and the fragrance of flowers filled the air. She pondered how to cast a bad luck spell on the Empress, her brow furrowed. "Alas, the Empress is so heavily guarded that ordinary concubines simply don't stand a chance of approaching her," she muttered softly, her gaze sweeping over the surrounding flowers and plants, her thoughts racing.

A month had flown by quietly. Today was the first time Shen Meizhuang and Zhen Huan had attended the imperial court ceremony since their confinement was finally lifted.

An Lingrong pondered this inwardly, a hint of interest flashing in her eyes: "This is a show not to be missed."

She touched her dress, ensuring every detail was perfect, the spring sun gently shining on her face and a gentle breeze ruffling her hair as she stepped out.

An Lingrong took a deep breath and a smile appeared on her lips: "I can't miss this excitement today."

An Lingrong walked gracefully towards Jingren Palace, her heart filled with anticipation. The sunlight shone softly on her carefully styled hair.

In the distance, she saw the figures of Zhen Huan and Shen Meizhuang. Zhen Huan was the first to notice An Lingrong, a gentle smile appeared on her face, and her voice was crisp and pleasant: "Sister Shu, good morning."

An Lingrong smiled back, with a hint of deep meaning in her eyes: "Sister Zhen, Sister Meizhuang, you are finally out. I have missed you so much during this period." Her tone was concerned, yet elegant.

Shen Meizhuang nodded slightly, her voice gentle: "Thank you, Sister Shu, for your concern."

Zhen Huan and Shen Meizhuang exchanged a smile, a glint of understanding in their eyes. They nodded slightly and stepped gracefully forward. Together, the three of them crossed the threshold and entered Jingren Palace. Inside the magnificent palace, the curling sandalwood fragrance from the incense burners filled the air.

Soon, the Queen slowly approached, dignified and graceful. The concubines immediately knelt and said in unison, "May the Queen be blessed with good health."

As soon as everyone was seated, Concubine Hua suddenly stood up, her face gloomy and her eyes burning with anger. She pointed at Zhen Huan and said in a sharp voice, "Well, Zhen Huan! You are so brave! Did you learn all the rules in vain?"

Zhen Huan was startled by this, her brows furrowed slightly, a flicker of confusion in her eyes. She responded softly, her voice gentle yet tinged with doubt, "What do you mean, Concubine Hua? I don't understand."

Concubine Hua sneered, a cold glint in her eyes. She approached Zhen Huan, her voice as cold as ice: "You're still playing dumb! You're living in the main palace as a concubine, and you've even recruited the head aunt and head eunuch of the Sui Yu Xuan. What are you trying to do? Don't think I don't know what you're thinking!"

Zhen Huan's expression suddenly changed, and she hurriedly stood up from her seat. Her hands trembled slightly, a hint of panic flashed in her eyes, and her voice was filled with a bit of urgency and grievance: "Your Majesty, you have misunderstood. I truly did not mean that. There must be a misunderstanding here. Please understand." Her eyes flickered between Concubine Hua and the Queen, hoping to gain understanding.

Upon seeing this, Concubine Hua immediately turned to the Empress, her eyes gleaming with triumph. Her voice was sharp and filled with anger: "Your Majesty, Zhen Huan has committed such an act of usurpation. It seems that a severe punishment will be necessary to make her remember the palace rules!" She pointed her finger directly at Zhen Huan, her movements fierce and threatening.

The Queen's gaze flickered between Zhen Huan and Concubine Hua, her brow furrowed. A flicker of irritation flashed in her eyes, clearly displeased with Zhen Huan's lack of tact. The Queen took a deep breath, her voice steady and commanding: "In that case, Zhen Huan, you will be confined to your room for another two months and required to copy the palace rules a hundred times."

Upon hearing this, Zhen Huan's face instantly turned pale. Her shoulders trembled slightly, and a flicker of despair flashed in her eyes. But she suppressed her emotions and bowed deeply to the Queen respectfully, her voice low and slightly choked with sobs: "I obey your command."

An Lingrong sat aside, a sly glint in her eyes. She lowered her head slightly to hide the inadvertent curl of her lips.

She was secretly delighted in her heart: Hua Fei's move was really brilliant. She chose today to attack Zhen Huan and put her under house arrest again.

Her eyes swept over Zhen Huan's pale face, and a sense of pleasure surged in her heart. An Lingrong gently stroked her belly, which had not yet shown its pregnancy, and a hint of tenderness flashed in her eyes.

She secretly calculated in her heart: By the time Zhen Huan's house arrest is over, I'm afraid I'll be three months pregnant. By then, this secret will no longer be hidden.

An Lingrong narrowed her eyes slightly, a faint smile playing on the corners of her mouth. She whispered softly in her heart, "Zhen Huan, Zhen Huan, your coming out is just the right time to take the spotlight off me. I can rest assured and take care of my pregnancy and give birth to a prince for the Emperor."

However, she still needs to think carefully about the plot of making a wish in the Plum Garden and the scene of apricot blossoms and drizzle, and how she can gain the greatest benefit from these events.