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

Zhen Huan's confinement was over, and she could not wait to go to the Queen's bedroom. She knelt and saluted, her voice full of joy: "Your Majesty, my consort's confinement has ended, and I have come to pay my respects."

The Queen smiled and nodded: "Get up. Have you reflected on your actions during this period?"

"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. I have deeply realized my mistake." Zhen Huan replied with lowered eyebrows.

The Queen nodded with satisfaction: "In that case, you can go and hang up the green card."

Zhen Huan was overjoyed and quickly bowed to express her gratitude: "Thank you!"

That evening, the emperor was reviewing memorials in his study. A eunuch whispered, "Your Majesty, Consort Wan was given a green badge today."

A strange light flashed in Yongzheng's eyes, and he put down his red brush: "I understand."

He stood up and walked to the window, gazing at the moonlit Imperial Garden. Zhen Huan's face emerged in his mind. That face, so similar to that of Empress Chun Yuan, always stirred ripples in his heart.

"Issue an order to turn over the name card of Concubine Wan tonight." Yongzheng said lightly.

The eunuch took the order and left. Yongzheng turned and walked towards the bedroom, with anticipation glittering in his eyes.

Inside the Yangxin Palace, candlelight flickered, and the air was filled with the faint scent of sandalwood. Zhen Huan was wrapped in a soft brocade quilt, her heart beating like a drum.

"Wanwan, don't be afraid." The emperor's low voice sounded in her ears, with a hint of comfort. His hand gently stroked Zhen Huan's shoulder, trying to ease her tension.

Zhen Huan slowly opened her eyes and met the Emperor's piercing gaze. Those eyes held a complex mix of anticipation and a subtle hint of longing. She forced a smile, her voice trembling slightly, "I'm not afraid, I'm just... a little nervous."

The Emperor's fingers gently stroked Zhen Huan's cheek, outlining her delicate features. He spoke softly, "I know you've just been released from confinement, and there's still some sadness in your heart. But that's all in the past. I will treat you well from now on." He leaned over and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

Zhen Huan felt a mixture of emotions. During her days of confinement, she had imagined countless times the scene of regaining her freedom, but she had never expected it to be like this. She nodded gently, "Your Majesty, I thank you for your grace."

The Emperor held Zhen Huan in his arms, his fingers gently stroking her hair. Zhen Huan leaned against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, and slowly relaxed.

The emperor leaned over and kissed her lips. Zhen Huan closed her eyes and let herself be immersed in this gentle kiss.

For the next seven days, Zhen Huan's name card was turned over every day.

A group of palace maids gathered in a corner of the imperial garden, talking in low voices. From time to time, their eyes glanced at Zhen Huan who was walking in the distance, with complex lights flashing in their eyes.

"Have you heard? Concubine Wan has been called up for seven consecutive days." A young palace maid said in a low voice, her eyes full of envy.

Another maid curled her lips, her tone carrying a hint of sourness: "How lucky! She's just been released from confinement and already received the emperor's favor."

"That's not all," an older maid came closer and said mysteriously, "I heard the emperor often summons her to the imperial study."

As soon as these words were spoken, the other palace maids gasped and the jealousy in their eyes became even stronger.

"Really? That's where the emperor handles government affairs!" a palace maid exclaimed, then realized that her voice was too loud and quickly covered her mouth.

The older maid nodded proudly, "It's absolutely true. I saw Wan Changzai come out of the imperial study yesterday with my own eyes, and she was smiling."

The palace maids looked at each other, with envy and resentment in their eyes.

Inside the imperial study, candlelight flickered and the air lingered with sandalwood incense. Zhen Huan stood before the imperial desk, her slender fingers gently grinding the ink stick. Her eyes were lowered, her long eyelashes casting a faint shadow in the candlelight, her expression focused and serious.

The Emperor put down the memorial in his hand, his eyes unconsciously drawn to Zhen Huan. He stared at her elegant profile and suddenly said, "Wanwan, have you read the Book of Songs?"

Upon hearing this, Zhen Huan raised her head, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and the corners of her lips rose slightly: "Your Majesty, I have read it briefly." Her voice was soft and pleasant, with a hint of anticipation.

The emperor's eyes flashed with approval, and he continued to ask, "Which one do you like best?"

Zhen Huan frowned slightly, thinking for a moment. She raised her head, met the emperor's gaze, and softly recited, "'The orioles sing on the riverbank. The fair lady, the gentleman's ideal match.'" Her voice was clear and melodious, like the song of a nightingale.

After hearing this, the emperor's eyes flashed with surprise.

He stood up, walked slowly to Zhen Huan's side, leaned over and stared into her eyes: "What a 'graceful lady', Wanwan is truly a talented woman." His voice was low and gentle, full of admiration.

Zhen Huan lowered her head slightly, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks. A faint smile played at the corner of her mouth, and her voice was as light as a butterfly's wings: "Your Majesty, I am too kind. I only know a little bit."

The Emperor slowly walked over to Zhen Huan and gently stroked her cheek. His gaze was deep, with a hint of unfathomable emotion, and he whispered, "Wan Wan, you must remember that in my heart, you are special."

Zhen Huan's heart trembled, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, but she quickly concealed it. She lowered her head slightly, and said in a soft but firm voice: "I don't deserve this, I just want to share the emperor's worries."

The emperor nodded in satisfaction, a smile playing on his lips. His fingers gently lifted Zhen Huan's chin, allowing her to look him in the eye. The candlelight flickered between them, adding a touch of ambiguity to the moment.

"Very good," Yongzheng whispered, "I look forward to your performance."

After saying this, he leaned over and kissed Zhen Huan on the lips. This kiss was both gentle and possessive, and Zhen Huan closed her eyes, letting it sink in. The air in the imperial study seemed to become more ambiguous, and the scent of sandalwood became stronger.