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

An Lingrong slowly entered the hall as summoned, her heart remarkably calm. She took a deep breath, her gaze slightly lowered, and calmly surveyed her surroundings.

"An Lingrong, the daughter of An Bihuai, the governor of Suzhou, is sixteen years old." The shrill voice of the young eunuch broke the silence in the hall.

An Lingrong slowly stood up and bowed her head respectfully: "Your servant An Lingrong pays homage to the Emperor and the Empress Dowager. May the Emperor and the Empress Dowager be blessed with good health." Her voice was soft and melodious, with the unique charm of the Jiangnan region, like a clear mountain spring, which immediately dispelled the dull atmosphere in the hall.

The Queen Mother was also quite interested and said kindly, "Look up."

An Lingrong slowly raised her head, her gaze fixed precisely on the ground in front of the Empress Dowager. Her expression was just right, neither offensive nor overly timid. Her posture was graceful and composed, as if she was already accustomed to such occasions.

Yongzheng's gaze was drawn involuntarily to An Lingrong. His eyes lingered on her exquisite features, from her picturesque eyebrows and eyes to her straight nose and cherry-red lips. Every detail was flawless, like a work of art meticulously crafted by heaven.

A hint of surprise arose in the emperor's heart.

Of all the women he had seen in the imperial selections, no one had ever captured his attention so well. An Lingrong's aura was detached and otherworldly, a stark contrast to the other women. Standing there, she was like a lotus flower rising from the mud, untainted by dust, radiating a unique charm.

Yongzheng nodded slightly, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. His breathing unconsciously quickened a little, and his heartbeat also slightly accelerated. This girl was undoubtedly the most dazzling pearl in today's selection.

The air in the hall seemed to grow heavy with this brief eye contact. The other women in the imperial selection noticed the emperor's unusual reaction and lowered their heads, secretly jealous.

An Lingrong still maintained her calm demeanor, as if she was unaware of the changes around her.

"An Bihuai's daughter?" Yongzheng's voice was deep and magnetic, with a hint of surprise. His eyes were like torches, staring directly into An Lingrong's, as if he wanted to see through her heart.

An Lingrong felt her heartbeat quicken, but she forced herself to remain calm. She lowered her head slightly, maintaining a respectful posture, her hands folded in front of her, her fingertips trembling slightly.

"What can you do?" Yongzheng's voice was low and penetrating, and every word seemed to strike An Lingrong's heart.

An Lingrong took a deep breath and raised her head. Her eyes were determined, and a perfectly balanced smile played on her lips. Her voice was soft but powerful: "Your Majesty, I have a basic understanding of poetry and literature, and am skilled in embroidery."

As she spoke, An Lingrong's fingers gently stroked her sleeve, where a lifelike lotus was embroidered. Yongzheng's eyes followed her, landing on the exquisite embroidery.

Yongzheng nodded with satisfaction, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and a hint of darkness flashed in his eyes: "Very good." His voice was low and powerful, full of majesty.

At this moment, Su Peisheng stepped forward and announced, "An Lingrong, leave the name card and give the sachet!"

Inside the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Emperor Yongzheng sat in his imperial study, his fingertips gently stroking a jade ruyi. Outside, bright sunlight streamed through the window lattice onto the ground, casting dappled shadows. Yet, this brilliant sunlight could not illuminate Yongzheng's deep eyes. His gaze was like a deep lake, calm and serene, yet laden with a secret that no one could fathom.

Suddenly, the silence in the room was broken by the sound of light footsteps, which came from far away and became clearer and clearer.

"Your Majesty, the Empress is here." The eunuch's shrill voice sounded outside the door, with a bit of respect and caution.

Upon hearing this, Yongzheng raised his head slightly, the solemn expression on his brow relaxing slightly. He nodded slightly, his voice low and majestic: "Announce."

Following Yongzheng's command, the palace gates slowly opened. Empress Ulanara strode in, her steps graceful and unhurried, yet unable to conceal a hint of nervousness. She reached Yongzheng, bent her knees slightly, and bowed deeply. Her voice was soft yet trembling, "Your Highness, I pay my respects to you."

Yongzheng put down the jade ruyi in his hand and looked up at the empress. His gaze was as sharp as a knife, as if he could see through the empress's thoughts. After a moment, his tone softened: "Stand up."

The Queen stood up, a graceful smile on her face, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. She spoke softly, a hint of excitement in her tone, "Today is the selection, and I have come to congratulate the Emperor. I heard there are so many beautiful women this time, I'm sure the Emperor will be delighted." Her fingers unconsciously twisted together, revealing her inner nervousness.

Yongzheng sneered, frowned slightly, and his tone was full of disdain: "There are so many beautiful women? They are just ordinary people. If there are one or two with decent qualities, it will be considered worthwhile. " His eyes swept out the window, and the sunlight shone on his angular face, casting a deep shadow.

The empress was delighted, but her expression remained calm. She slowly approached Yongzheng and asked softly, "I have heard that Zhen and An are quite beautiful. What do you think, Your Majesty?" Her eyes were fixed on Yongzheng's expression, afraid to miss any subtle changes.

At the mention of these two names, Yongzheng's eyes suddenly became deep, a complex emotion flashing through them. His fingers unconsciously stroked the jade ruyi on the table, and he was silent for a moment.

The empress saw Yongzheng's reaction and felt a surge of anger. She knew the emperor was thinking about the late Empress Chunyuan again. She took a deep breath, suppressed her inner jealousy, and maintained a gentle smile on her face, patiently waiting for Yongzheng's response.

Yongzheng regained his composure and refocused his gaze on the Empress. His voice was low and calm: "Zhen is quite pretty, so let's grant her the title of Noble Lady. As for An, let's give her the title of Consort." With that, he turned and walked towards the window, his back to the Empress, seemingly unwilling to continue the conversation.

"My dear, okay, I'll call you my dear." Her fingers gently stroked her sleeves, her eyes narrowed slightly, but she regained her composure in an instant.

The empress walked slowly to the window, stood beside Yongzheng, and said softly, "Besides the Fucha family of the Manchu army flag who is a noble lady, the Borjigit family of the Mongolian army flag is also a noble lady. There are also two noble ladies among the beautiful women of the Han army flag."

Upon hearing this, Yongzheng turned around, frowned slightly, and there was a hint of doubt in his eyes: "What is the other one?" His voice was low and full of majesty.

The queen took a deep breath, met Yongzheng's gaze, and replied in a steady tone, "Noble Lady Shen, the daughter of Shen Zishan."

After saying this, the empress lowered her head slightly, a complex emotion flickering in her eyes. She suppressed her many thoughts and continued cautiously, "Although the emperor values ​​the Han Banner, Manchu-Mongol marriages are an old custom. Wouldn't it be too conspicuous for the Han Banner to have two nobles?"

As she finished speaking, the atmosphere in the room became solemn.

Yongzheng's eyes became deep. He turned to face the window, silent, as if thinking about the queen's words.

Yongzheng pondered for a moment, then refocused his gaze on the empress. He said in a firm tone, "Then let it be. Zhen will be given the rank of Sixth-rank Consort, and An will remain a Consort."