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

As night fell, candlelight flickered in the Suiyu Pavilion. Zhen Huan sipped her tea alone, the aroma lingering in the air. Suddenly, she heard hurried footsteps outside.

"Your Majesty, the Emperor has arrived." The eunuch's shrill voice sounded.

Zhen Huan put down her teacup, stood up, and straightened her clothes. She took a deep breath, a complex look flashing in her eyes.

"Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you." Zhen Huan walked forward slowly, her voice soft and filled with a hint of joy.

"My beloved concubine, there is no need to be so polite." The emperor reached out and helped Zhen Huan up, looking at her gently.

Zhen Huan looked up into the emperor's eyes, a sweet smile playing on her lips: "Your Majesty, please come in."

She stepped aside and gestured for him to come in. The emperor nodded and strode into the Shattered Jade Pavilion.

Zhen Huan followed behind him and whispered, "Serve the tea." Her voice was soft, but full of authority.

Under the candlelight, the two sat facing each other. Zhen Huan held the teacup in both hands and handed it to the emperor: "Your Majesty, please have some tea." Her movements were graceful, and her eyes were full of tenderness.

The emperor took it, took a sip, and his eyes were full of praise: "Good tea, rich and fragrant."

Zhen Huan smiled slightly, a hint of pride flashing in her eyes: "I prepared this specially for the emperor."

Zhen Huan gently poured tea for the emperor, her movements graceful and composed. Her eyes were sometimes gentle, sometimes glimmering with a hint of cunning. The emperor watched her every move with great interest, his eyes filled with doting.

"My beloved concubine is particularly charming today." The emperor praised softly, his voice full of love.

Zhen Huan smiled slightly, her eyes moving: "I am just looking forward to your Majesty, so I dressed up carefully." Her voice was soft, with a hint of coquettishness.

She stood up and massaged the emperor's back, her slender fingers gentle and powerful. The emperor closed his eyes comfortably, enjoying her service.

As the night deepened, candlelight flickered. Zhen Huan softly ordered the maids to withdraw and personally undressed the emperor. Her movements were gentle and intimate, her eyes filled with tenderness.

The emperor held her in his arms, and the two fell asleep in each other's arms. Zhen Huan nestled against the emperor's chest, listening to his even breathing, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. Her fingers gently stroked the emperor's face, a deep light flashing in her eyes.

Yangxindian

"The envoy from Junggar requests to see Your Majesty!" The eunuch's shrill voice echoed in the spacious Hall of Mental Cultivation, breaking the original tranquility.

The emperor sat upright on the dragon throne. Upon hearing this, his brows furrowed slightly, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes. He slowly raised his hand and said in a low and majestic voice, "Announce."

The envoy cautiously entered the hall, knelt, and kowtowed, his forehead touching the ground. He raised his head, his eyes gleaming, his voice filled with awe and anticipation: "My Khan admires the Qing Dynasty and wishes to establish friendly relations with it."

The entire court was in an uproar, whispering among themselves. The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became tense, and a sense of unease filled the air.

"Hmph, are barbarians worthy of this?" A minister in crimson official uniform whispered disdainfully, his eyes full of contempt, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a sarcastic smile.

The emperor gently stroked the armrests of the dragon throne with both hands, his eyes swept over the ministers, and his voice was steady and powerful: "My dear ministers, what do you think?"

"I think it's not possible!" A burly minister suddenly stood up, speaking in a loud and impassioned voice, his face full of anger: "The Junggars are ambitious and cannot be trusted!" His fists were clenched and veins bulged.

"Your Majesty, before you can resist foreign aggression, you must first stabilize the country!" Another white-haired old minister took a shaky step forward and advised earnestly, his eyes full of worry. Although his voice was old, it was full of wisdom and power.

The emperor slowly stood up, his eyes firm and his voice resonant and powerful, echoing throughout the hall: "I have made up my mind. Princess Chaogui will marry Junggar!"

Gyeongin Palace

"Your Highness!" everyone shouted in unison, kneeling in greeting. Suddenly, the rustling of clothes could be heard in the hall.

The Emperor nodded slightly, his gaze as sharp as a hawk's as he swept over the bowed heads of the crowd, finally landing on the Empress. His voice was majestic and steady: "Empress, I have decided that Princess Chaogui will marry in ten days."

The Queen shuddered slightly when she heard this. She raised her head, a trace of worry flashing in her eyes: "So soon?"

Seeing this, Zhen Huan took a light step forward, her voice as gentle as a spring breeze: "Your Majesty, I think Concubine Jin is thoughtful and considerate, and is suitable to assist the princess in preparing her dowry."

An Lingrong suddenly spoke, her voice as clear as a silver bell: "Your Majesty, I have something to say." Her eyes were firm as she looked directly at the emperor.

Everyone turned their gazes, their curious eyes fixed on An Lingrong. The hall was momentarily silent, with only the gentle rustle of the curtains in the breeze.

An Lingrong straightened her back and said neither humbly nor arrogantly, "We are the great Qing Dynasty. They are proposing marriage. If we marry our princess to them in ten days, is that too hasty?" Her voice was full of confidence.

The emperor frowned slightly, a hint of interest flashed in his eyes, and he gestured for her to continue.

An Lingrong took a deep breath and said, "The princess's wedding should be solemnized. Postponing it for a while will make Junggar feel that our princess is not so easy to marry, and it will also demonstrate the power of the Qing Dynasty."

After hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement and began to discuss in low voices. Suddenly, a buzz of discussion filled the hall.

Seeing this, An Lingrong continued, "As for the preparation of the princess's dowry, to avoid hostility between the two countries, it would be better for the Ministry of Rites to prepare it."

The emperor nodded thoughtfully, his gaze lingering on An Lingrong for a moment. A hint of approval flashed in his eyes.

Zhen Huan's expression changed slightly, and a hint of displeasure flashed in her eyes, but she quickly returned to normal.

The Queen looked at An Lingrong, then at Zhen Huan, and said softly, "What does the Emperor think?"

The emperor pondered for a moment, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrests of the dragon throne. Silence fell throughout the palace, as everyone waited with bated breath for his decision.

Finally, he said, "Just as Concubine Shu said." His voice was firm and powerful, echoing throughout the hall.

The Queen's brow furrowed, her eyes flickering between An Lingrong and the Emperor. Unconsciously, her fingers twisted the corners of her clothes, her heart filled with uneasiness.

"This... this is probably inappropriate?" The queen finally spoke, her voice soft but with a hint of trembling.

The emperor raised his eyebrows and looked at the queen, his eyes sharp and his tone firm: "What's wrong?"

The queen bit her lip, wanting to speak but stopping herself. A hint of hesitation crossed her face, but she ultimately chose silence.

The concubines around were whispering to each other. Suddenly, a low murmur of discussion was heard in the hall.

"It seems that the Queen is not very happy." Someone whispered, with a hint of gloating in the voice.

Zhen Huan stood aside, a complex look flashing in her eyes. Her fingers gently stroked her cuffs, as if she was thinking about something.

"Your Majesty is wise." An Lingrong smiled slightly, with a hint of pride in her eyes.

The queen took a deep breath and forced a smile. Her voice was steady, but the worry in her eyes was unmistakable. "I'm just worried that time is running out."

"That's all right," the emperor said, waving his hand, his voice filled with undeniable authority. "The Ministry of Rites will make the arrangements."

The Queen lowered her eyes, twisting her handkerchief unconsciously with her fingertips. Her shoulders trembled slightly, and it was clear that she was not at peace.

The atmosphere in the hall grew solemn. Sunlight streamed through the window lattices onto the ground, casting mottled shadows beneath everyone's feet.

Finally, the Ministry of Rites selected a date and decided that the princess would get married on the tenth day of March of the following year.