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

After the Emperor left, Qiuyue walked lightly to An Lingrong's side and asked in a low voice, "Your Majesty, why do you want to promote Concubine Jing and Concubine Xin?"

An Lingrong turned, a meaningful smile curling up at the corner of her mouth, a dark look flashing in her eyes. She slowly walked to the window, looked out at the garden, and said softly, "I can't just watch others benefit."

After hearing this, Qiuyue's eyes flashed with realization, but she was also a little confused. She asked cautiously, "Then... should we send someone to tell Concubine Jing and Concubine Xin?"

An Lingrong turned around, looked at Qiuyue with a sharp gaze, and said firmly, "No need."

She walked to the table, stroked the tea set on the table, and continued: "Slowly, they will all know."

Chunhua walked into the room, stood before An Lingrong, bowed slightly, and reported in a low voice: "Your Majesty, there is news. I heard that Zhen Da Ying has been trying every possible way to regain her favor."

An Lingrong was admiring the flowers in the garden by the window. Upon hearing this, she turned around and frowned slightly.

She walked slowly to Chunhua, staring at her with a sharp gaze, and a barely perceptible nervousness in her tone: "Do you know what method she has found?"

Chunhua shook her head, a look of slight regret on her face. "I don't know the specific method yet. However, she went to Jingren Palace twice in the past few days."

An Lingrong's eyes flashed with surprise, then a cold laugh. She turned and walked to the table, picked up her teacup and took a sip, her tone tinged with sarcasm, "Oh? So you're trying to lean on the Queen?" She put down the teacup, her eyes sharp, "This is nothing short of courting death. The Queen is not someone you can easily get along with."

On the evening of Laba Festival, a grand banquet was held in the palace. Amidst the clinking of glasses, the Empress raised her wine glass, a sly glint in her eyes, and softly addressed the Emperor, "Your Majesty, the plum blossoms in Yimei Garden are in full bloom. Would Your Majesty be willing to lead us all in admiring them?"

The Emperor was slightly startled upon hearing this, a complex emotion flickering across his eyes. He was silent for a moment, then smiled. His voice was low and gentle, "Very good. Let's go together."

After saying this, the emperor stood up and led everyone to walk slowly towards the Plum Garden. As the night deepened, the moonlight was like water, falling on the bricks and tiles of the palace walls.

Arriving at the Plum Garden, I saw Zhen Huan standing under a plum tree, hands clasped together, eyes closed, praying. Her voice was clear and melodious, echoing in the silent night sky: "If the adverse wind understands my feelings, please do not destroy me."

The Emperor stopped and gazed at Zhen Huan with a burning gaze. Countless thoughts surged in his mind, and his eyes revealed a tenderness that was difficult to conceal.

Zhen Huan opened her eyes and met the Emperor's gaze. Her gaze was clear and resolute, and she continued softly, "I, Zhen Huan, wish the Emperor good health and success in everything."

The fragrance of plum blossoms drifted in the night breeze, and moonlight sprinkled on Zhen Huan's face, casting a soft halo on her. The emperor's heart was filled with ripples, as if he saw the Wanwan of the past.

A hint of surprise flashed in the emperor's eyes. He quickly stepped forward, stretched out his hands and gently helped Zhen Huan up. His voice was gentle and concerned: "The ground is very cold, hurry up."

Zhen Huan slowly stood up and looked up at the Emperor. In the moonlight, tears welled in her eyes, and her voice trembled slightly, "Thank you, Your Majesty." She clenched her hands at her sides, trying to control her inner excitement.

The Emperor gazed into Zhen Huan's eyes, his heart filled with emotion. He gently took Zhen Huan's hand, feeling the coolness of her fingertips. The night breeze blew, intensifying the fragrance of plum blossoms, enveloping them both.

The Emperor whispered, "The night is late and the dew is heavy. Let's go sit in the pavilion." He carefully supported Zhen Huan and walked towards the nearby pavilion. Zhen Huan followed obediently, her steps light and her clothes fluttering gently in the moonlight. Concubine Hua entered the Yikun Palace, her face as dark as ink. She strode quickly into the inner chamber and slammed her round fan to the ground with a loud clang.

"Someone come here!" she shouted sternly.

Several palace maids hurried in and knelt on the ground trembling with fear.

Hua Fei's eyes were blazing with fire, and she gnashed her teeth and said, "That old woman, the Queen, is so despicable!"

She paced back and forth, her skirt dragging on the ground with a rustling sound. Suddenly, she stopped, turned around and shouted at the palace maids: "Who does she think she is? How dare she use such tricks in front of me!"

Hua Fei walked to the window and slammed the frame hard, startling the leaves outside and causing them to rustle.

"She's a real pimp!" she gritted her teeth. "Do you really think I don't know what she's up to?"

Over the next few days, Zhen Huan was summoned to the palace every night. The Emperor gazed into her eyes, his heart filled with tenderness. He gently stroked Zhen Huan's hair and whispered, "Wan Wan... you've finally returned to me."

Zhen Huan was slightly startled, then responded gently: "I have always been by your Majesty's side and have never left."

The Emperor embraced Zhen Huan tightly, as if he wanted to melt her into his bones and blood. As night fell, the flickering candlelight illuminated the intertwined figures of the two.

Day after day, the Emperor and Zhen Huan were inseparable. Whether they were not busy with official business or in the dead of night, they would always cuddle together and confide their innermost feelings. The Emperor felt a deep sense of comfort, as if he had found a treasure that had been lost.

On a sunny afternoon, Noble Lady Fucha sat at a delicate mahogany table, enjoying her meal. Golden sunlight streamed through the carved window lattices, casting a soft halo over her.

Suddenly, Noble Lady Fucha's expression changed, she put down her chopsticks, and covered her mouth. She leaned forward slightly and made a "vomit" sound in her throat.

"Young Master!" Sang'er beside her exclaimed and hurried forward to hold Noble Lady Fucha's shoulders.

Noble Lady Fucha waved her hand, indicating that she was fine. She took a deep breath and slowly straightened up, her face slightly pale.

"Please take all these dishes away," she whispered to Sonny, a hint of weakness in her voice. "The smell of grease makes me sick now."

The maids moved quickly, clearing the dishes from the table one by one. Noble Lady Fucha leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes, and gently rubbed her temples.

"My lady, do you want to ask the imperial physician to come and take a look?" Sang'er asked with concern.

Noble Lady Fucha opened her eyes and said, "Go get the imperial physician."