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

Inside the Yangxin Palace, the flickering candlelight illuminated the emperor's ecstatic face.

He paced back and forth, his mind churning with thoughts, filled with excitement about the good news of Zhen Huan's pregnancy.

The emperor gently stroked the dragon table with both hands, his fingertips touching the cold jade, but he felt the warmth in his heart.

He closed his eyes, Zhen Huan's pretty face appeared in his mind, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose.

"How should I reward Wanwan?" the emperor muttered to himself, frowning slightly.

Suddenly, a breeze blew by, blowing the candlelight on the table and casting a swaying shadow.

The emperor suddenly opened his eyes and his gaze fell on the portrait of Queen Chunyuan in the corner.

The familiar face made his heart tremble, and the past came flooding back like a tide.

He thought of Chunyuan, the child who died at birth many years ago, and felt a pang of sadness in his heart.

The emperor walked slowly to the portrait, reached out and gently stroked Chun Yuan's face, whispering:

"Wanwan, are you back with our child?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the candlelight in the hall flickered, as if a spirit was responding.

The emperor's heart was shaken, and a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes.

He took a deep breath, turned around and strode towards the dragon table with a determined look.

"Someone come here!" the emperor called out loudly, his voice revealing his unconcealable excitement.

Su Peisheng quickly knelt down, lowered his head to the ground, and replied respectfully: "Your servant is here."

The emperor looked down at Su Peisheng who was kneeling on the ground, his eyes flashing with excitement, and his voice trembled slightly:

The emperor's eyes sparkled, his body leaned forward slightly, and he waved his right hand in the air. His voice was loud and firm:

"Immediately confer the title of Wan Guiren on Wan Concubine."

He paused for a moment, his brows relaxed, the corners of his mouth turned up, and his tone softened:

"Go to my private storehouse and select the best medicinal herbs to send to Concubine Wan for her recovery."

Upon hearing this, Su Peisheng immediately knelt down and kowtowed, pressing his forehead to the cold ground. He placed his hands flat on either side and spoke in a respectful and clear voice:

"The slave obeys the order."

Su Peisheng, accompanied by a team of eunuchs and palace maids, marched towards Suiyuxuan. He held the imperial edict in his hand, walked briskly, and his eyes sparkled with excitement.

Arriving in front of Suiyuxuan, Su Peisheng straightened his clothes, cleared his throat, and announced loudly: "Lady Wan, please accept the order!"

Upon hearing the voice, Wanpin hurried out, folded her hands in front of her abdomen, and bowed slightly: "Your servant greets the eunuch."

Su Peisheng unfolded the imperial edict and spoke in a loud voice: "The Emperor, by the grace of Heaven and the Mandate of Heaven, decrees: Lady Wan is both virtuous and talented, and has won my heart. I hereby appoint her as Concubine Wan and grant her high-quality medicinal herbs to recuperate. I decree this!"

Wanpin took the imperial edict with both hands and kowtowed: "Your Majesty, I thank you for your grace."

When she stood up, tears welled up in her eyes, but an unconcealable smile hung on the corners of her mouth.

Su Peisheng personally presented the reward and said with a smile, "Congratulations, Concubine Wan. The Emperor really dotes on you."

Wanpin nodded slightly and said softly, "Thank you very much, eunuch. Please convey my gratitude to the emperor on my behalf."

Su Peisheng nodded repeatedly, a smile on his face: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I will definitely convey it."

The news that Zhen Huan was named Wanpin spread like a whirlwind, quickly sweeping through the entire harem.

Inside the Suiyu Pavilion, she sat before a bronze mirror, letting Liuzhu dress her. The mirror reflected her bright smile, her eyes filled with unconcealed joy.

"Your Majesty, I heard that when Concubine Hua learned about your promotion, she was so angry that she smashed a set of precious tea sets." Liu Zhu reported in a low voice while combing Concubine Wan's hair.

Upon hearing this, Zhen Huan's lips curled up slightly, and a hint of viciousness flashed in her eyes. She gently waved her hand, "Don't mention this matter again, lest it provoke criticism."

Zhen Huan sat in front of a bronze mirror, her delicate fingers gently caressing her slightly swollen belly. She stared at herself in the mirror, a sinister glint in her eyes, and a sneer curled up at the corner of her lips.

"Hua Fei, Hua Fei," she whispered to herself, her voice full of sarcasm, "I'll let you be proud for a few days. When the time is right, I will make you fall into eternal damnation."

Her fingertips continued to rub her abdomen, and she suddenly sighed, her tone becoming soft and sad: "Poor parents in the world, but it's a pity that you and I are not destined to be together."

Zhen Huan closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and when she opened them again, her eyes were filled with determination: "Since it is destined that I will not be born, please lend me a hand. In your name, I will eliminate Concubine Hua and An Lingrong. Killing two birds with one stone, isn't it wonderful?"

A cold glint flashed in her eyes, a murderous intent etched in her. Zhen Huan gently stroked her belly, her movements gentle, as if soothing an unborn baby. Yet her voice was icy cold: "Don't be afraid, Mother will not let your sacrifice be in vain."

On Zhen Huan's birthday, the Suiyu Pavilion was bustling with activity. The Emperor himself sat at his desk, a fine brush in hand, intently applying the "Jiao Li Makeup" to Zhen Huan's face. He meticulously applied each stroke, occasionally pausing to examine her, his eyes filled with tenderness.

"Wanwan, what do you think of this Jiaoli makeup?" The emperor put down his pen and asked softly.

Zhen Huan leaned in for a closer look, her eyes sparkling with surprise. She looked up at the Emperor, a sweet smile spreading across her lips. "It's naturally superb, painted by Your Majesty himself. I love it very much."

The Emperor's eyes were filled with fondness when he heard this. He reached out and gently stroked Zhen Huan's cheek, saying softly, "The beautiful pear-shaped makeup I've painted for you will surely make you the most dazzling pearl at the banquet tonight."

That night, the Imperial Garden was ablaze with lights and decorations. The Emperor personally prepared a grand banquet for Zhen Huan, and the concubines from the palace came to congratulate her.

Zhen Huan, dressed in gorgeous attire and sporting a pear-shaped makeup style personally painted by the Emperor, arrived gracefully amidst the admiration of the crowd. She gracefully bowed to the Emperor, her voice soft, "Your Majesty, I thank you for your great grace."

The emperor stood up to greet her, took Zhen Huan's hand, his eyes full of love: "Wan Wan, you are the protagonist of this banquet today. Come, sit with me."

At the emperor's command, music began to play, and singing and dancing filled the air. The entire imperial garden was immersed in a joyous atmosphere, and Zhen Huan's beautiful makeup became the focus of everyone's discussion, and soon became popular inside and outside the harem.

An Lingrong gently waved the round fan in her hand, her eyes flickering with doubt and disdain. She turned to Qiuyue beside her and said with a hint of sarcasm:

"Besides hosting banquets and painting the 'Jiao Li Makeup', is there nothing else?"

Qiuyue bowed her head and replied respectfully, "Your Majesty, there is indeed nothing else."

After hearing this, An Lingrong curled her lips in disdain, a trace of disappointment flashing in her eyes. She looked towards the lake in the distance, her tone full of sarcasm:

"That's such a shame. We won't be able to see the lotus flowers blooming all over the lake, nor will we be able to hear Zhen Huan and Prince Guo's love song."

She turned her gaze towards the emperor, her eyes becoming sharp and cold:

"It seems the Emperor hasn't gotten carried away. This time, Zhen Huan's birthday banquet wasn't as grand as it was in the plot."

An Lingrong gently stroked the delicate round fan in her hand, her eyes gleaming with a complex light. She gazed in the direction of the Sui Yu Xuan in the distance, a meaningful smile curling her lips.

"Qiuyue," she called softly, "Who do you think Wanpin will push out to sleep with her this time?"

Qiuyue was slightly startled and replied cautiously: "Your Majesty, I dare not make any rash assumptions."

An Lingrong chuckled, a shrewd look in her eyes: "She is pregnant now, so naturally she can't attend the bed in person. In the past, it was her sister Huanbi who did it for her, but this time..."

Her voice gradually deepened, as if she was lost in thought. Suddenly, a glint flashed in An Lingrong's eyes: "Perhaps, this time will be different."

She turned to Qiuyue, her tone carrying a hint of command: "Go and ask around to see if there are any new faces around Wanpin recently."

Qiuyue responded respectfully: "Yes, your Majesty."