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

Outside the hall, the sounds of swords clashing, armor rubbing against each other, and the screams of the dying intertwined into one, like the wails of evil spirits in hell, which was creepy.

The smell of blood mixed with a strong smell of rust wafted in through the wide-open palace door, irritating everyone's nostrils.

Nagasawa was covered in blood, like a Shura descending to the earth. The long sword in his hand was dripping with blood, drop by drop, falling on the smooth ground, blooming into enchanting blood flowers.

He stepped on the pool of blood and strode into the hall. His sharp eyes swept across the messy hall and finally fell on Concubine Jiang and Lin Qinshuang.

"Aunt!" Nagasawa's voice trembled slightly, which was a mixture of worry and relief at surviving the disaster.

He hurried a few steps and came to Lin Qinshuang, looking her up and down, and asked anxiously, "Are you okay? Where's Sister Mo'er?"

Lin Qinshuang's face was pale, her lips were bloodless, and her brocade palace dress was torn in several places, oozing blood.

She walked to Changze, patted his arm gently, and said in a comforting voice: "Mo'er is fine. I was afraid that things would change, so I hid her in the imperial concubine's bedroom in advance. It's hidden there and safe for the time being."

Lin Qinshuang's gaze swept over the corpse on the ground. It was Concubine Rong. Her eyes were still wide open, full of unwillingness and fear.

There was a cold flash in Lin Qinshuang's eyes, and she was decisive and ruthless. This was her. In order to protect the people she wanted to protect, she would use any means necessary.

Concubine Jiang also came to her senses at this moment. She looked at Changze who was covered in blood, feeling both worried and grateful.

She took a deep breath, forced herself to calm down, and asked in a deep voice, "Nagaze, do you know where His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is now? Is he safe?"

Upon hearing this, Changze's tense body finally relaxed. He nodded slightly and replied respectfully, "Don't worry, Your Majesty, His Royal Highness is doing well."

"With Chang Feng and several other generals guarding us, we can hold out for a while."

"The Emperor anticipated that something might happen in the palace and feared that you would be outnumbered, so he sent his subordinates to provide support."

Nagasawa's voice was sonorous and powerful, with the decisiveness and calmness unique to a soldier. His eyes swept over everyone in the hall, his eyes full of vigilance.

When Concubine Jiang heard that the prince was safe and sound, she finally let go of her worries. She held Lin Qinshuang's arm and slowly stood up, with a sharp light flashing in her phoenix eyes.

"Your Majesty is wise." Concubine Jiang's tone was filled with admiration and relief.

"If His Majesty had not made arrangements in advance, the consequences today would be disastrous."

She looked around and her eyes fell on Rong Fei's body, and her eyes turned cold.

"Rong Fei is so audacious that she colluded with Prince Yan to rebel. She deserves death!"

Lin Qinshuang gently held Concubine Jiang's hand and whispered soothingly, "Your Majesty, the incident has passed. You don't have to worry too much. The most urgent task is to stabilize the situation and wait for the next instructions from His Majesty."

Lin Qinshuang's gaze swept across the disarmed Yan Wang soldiers, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in her eyes, but she concealed it well.

She knew that now was not the time to completely deal with them and she had to wait for the emperor's order.

"Changze, go and report to the emperor immediately, saying that the rebellion in the palace has been quelled and Concubine Rong has been executed. Please let the emperor make the decision." Concubine Jiang ordered.

"Yes, sir!" Nagasawa clasped his fists and turned to leave.

His figure disappeared outside the palace gate, and soon, there was another sound of weapons clashing. He was clearing out the remaining rebels.

Lin Qinshuang looked around the hall, her eyes falling on the concubines and ladies who were still in shock. She took a deep breath, tried to calm herself down, and put a gentle smile on her face again.

"Sorry to have frightened you sisters. What happened today was purely an accident. Please don't panic."

"Now that the rebellion has been quelled, His Majesty will soon send someone to appease the people. Sisters, please be patient and follow me to the side hall for shelter."

Lin Qinshuang's voice was soft, but carried unquestionable majesty. She arranged everything in an orderly manner, as if the person who had just acted decisively was not her.

The concubines looked at each other. Although they were still uneasy, they obeyed Lin Qinshuang's arrangements, stood up one after another, and followed her to the side hall.

Lin Qinshuang watched the concubines leave, then turned and walked to Concubine Jiang and asked in a low voice, "Your Majesty, how do you feel?"

Concubine Jiang shook her head gently, her face still pale: "I'm fine, just a little tired."

"Once you have arranged this place, let Changze go back."

"There's still a Prince Yong on His Majesty's side who hasn't shown up yet. I'm afraid there will be another fierce battle."

Concubine Jiang's tone was full of worry. She knew that Prince Yong had always been eyeing the throne, and he would never stand idly by when Prince Yan rebelled this time.

Lin Qinshuang nodded. She understood what Concubine Jiang meant. Changze was a general that the emperor relied on, and he must return to the emperor as soon as possible.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty. I understand. I will make all the arrangements and will never let anything go wrong for Your Majesty and His Royal Highness."

She supported Concubine Jiang and walked slowly towards the side hall. In the hall, only mottled bloodstains and cold corpses were left, silently telling the story of the thrilling battle just now.

In the side hall, Lin Qinshuang helped Concubine Jiang onto the couch and ordered the palace maid to bring a thick cushion to place behind her.

Concubine Jiang's expression eased slightly, but she still couldn't hide her fatigue. She raised her hand and rubbed her brows, and said in a low voice: "Where's Molan?"

"Go check on her. This kid is timid and I'm afraid she's frightened."

Lin Qinshuang responded and turned to walk towards the inner hall.

In the inner hall, Molan was curled up in the corner of the bed, hugging her knees tightly with her hands, her face was pale, and her petite body was trembling slightly.

Outside the palace, shouts, the clashing of weapons, and screams intertwined together, like a symphony of death, constantly assaulting her eardrums and irritating her fragile nerves.

She bit her lower lip tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms, but she felt no pain.

The bloody scene she had just seen in the hall kept appearing in her mind. The tragic scene of Concubine Rong lying in a pool of blood and the ferocious faces of Prince Yan's soldiers all made her feel terrified.

She wanted to escape from here and return to her mother, but she remembered what Lin Qinshuang had told her before she left - no matter what happened, don't leave the inner hall, and don't go out to cause trouble for her.

She covered her ears tightly, trying to block out the horrible sounds, but those sounds were like a curse, penetrating into her mind and making it impossible for her to calm down.

Lin Qinshuang pushed the door open and saw Molan's appearance. Her heart tightened and she quickly walked to the bed and held her in her arms.

"Mo'er, don't be afraid, mother is here." Lin Qinshuang's voice was gentle and firm, with a hint of soothing power.

Molan raised her head, looked at Lin Qinshuang with tearful eyes, and choked with sobs: "Mom, I'm afraid..."

Lin Qinshuang patted her back gently and comforted her softly: "Don't be afraid, everything is over. With mother here, no one can hurt you."

She raised her hand to wipe away the tears on Molan's face, her eyes full of pity.

She gently stroked Molan's hair and said softly, "Mo'er, be good. Rest here first. Mom will be back soon."

After she settled Molan down, she turned and walked out of the inner hall. The gentleness on her face disappeared in an instant, replaced by coldness.