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

On this day, the Emperor took the Sixth Prince Hongxi and An Lingrong to Wanfang Anhe. As the imperial carriage traveled, An Lingrong accompanied him, paying close attention to the Emperor's expression.

Prince Dun is ready to make a move, and the Emperor's actions seem to have a deeper meaning. Although Wan Fang Anhe appears calm on the surface, she feels a hint of unease.

An Lingrong observed the emperor's expression and saw a hint of worry between his brows. She said softly and soothingly, "Your Majesty's health is precious. Please don't worry about these trivial matters. How can a few petty people shake the foundation of the Qing Dynasty?"

Upon hearing this, the Emperor grasped An Lingrong's hand and said approvingly, "My beloved concubine, you are absolutely right. I am merely concerned..." He paused, looking out the window, "This peace in the world is hard-won."

An Lingrong followed the emperor's gaze and saw mountains and hills in the distance, shrouded in clouds and mist. The scenery was picturesque, but it also concealed a bit of solemnity.

She whispered, "The Emperor works day and night, and Lingrong is truly distressed. But the Emperor is the true Dragon Son of Heaven, and he will surely turn misfortune into good fortune and protect our Great Qing Empire for eternity."

The emperor nodded with satisfaction, handed Hongxi to the wet nurse, stood up and walked to the window, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked into the distance.

At three quarters past noon, a burst of rapid horse hooves sounds came from afar, breaking the peaceful tranquility of the place.

Flags fluttered, cries of slaughter shook the heavens. Hundreds of rebels, clad in black armor and armed with sharp blades, surged towards Wanfang Anhe like a black tide.

Although there were not many of them, they were all ferocious and vicious, and were obviously Prince Dun's loyal soldiers.

They were flying the banner of Prince Dun, their swords flashing coldly, and their formation was strict, obviously they came prepared.

The guards of Wanfang Anhe quickly organized a defense. Archers climbed onto the roof, and sword and shield soldiers formed a formation and fought a desperate battle with the rebels.

The shouts of killing and the clash of metal resounded through the sky, and the originally peaceful royal garden instantly turned into a bloody battlefield.

An Lingrong's delicate body trembled, and she subconsciously protected Hongxi, with just the right amount of panic in her eyes.

The emperor's pupils suddenly shrank, but he quickly regained his composure.

He held Hongxi tightly in one hand and patted An Lingrong's shoulder with the other. Although his tone was gentle, it was filled with unquestionable firmness: "Don't be afraid, my beloved concubine, don't be afraid, Xi'er, I have already made preparations."

As soon as he finished speaking, a well-trained imperial guard emerged from every corner of Wanfang Anhe and quickly took control of the situation. The cries of killing gradually subsided, replaced by the clash of cold weapons, the clashing of swords and the desperate wails of the rebels.

An Lingrong snuggled close to the emperor, feeling the awe-inspiring aura emanating from him, feeling both fear and peace of mind. Hongxi, on the other hand, watched everything unfolding before his eyes with wide, curious eyes.

In fact, the emperor was not completely defenseless. As early as several months ago, he received secret reports that Prince Dun was secretly recruiting troops and plotting something bad.

The emperor remained calm and pretended to appease Prince Dun while secretly dispatching his confidants to break up the elite imperial guards into small groups and secretly infiltrate the area around Wan Fang Anhe, setting up a tight net.

As soon as the rebels appeared, they fell into the emperor's trap. In addition, Prince Dun was unpopular, and his generals defected in the middle of the battle, so the rebels were quickly defeated.

When the news of Prince Dun's defeat came, Nian Gengyao was struck by lightning.

His vision went black, and he nearly fell off his chair. It was over, everything was over! He collapsed in the chair, his hands and feet cold, his whole body shaking uncontrollably.

Was this his end? He was unwilling to accept this, yet powerless to change his fate. He struggled to crawl to his desk, and with trembling hands, he began to write a memorial, hoping that the emperor would remember their past and spare his life.

However, he was overwhelmed by fear and despair, his mind was in chaos, and his writing was full of mistakes. He tried to correct it in a panic, but the more he corrected, the messier it became.

Finally, he threw his pen to the ground in despair and slumped in his chair. On the memorial, the four characters "朝乾夕勤" (morning work hard and evening vigilance) were written as "夕阳朝乾" (set sun, morning work hard), which was particularly glaring.

The memorial was handed to the emperor, who read it carefully. When his eyes swept over the glaring typo, his face suddenly changed, and his originally calm face was instantly covered with gloom.

He was furious, grabbed the memorial and threw it to the ground. "Nian Gengyao! How dare you!" the emperor shouted, his voice echoing in the empty hall.

"I have treated you well, how dare you tease me like this!"

The emperor's chest heaved violently, and the long-suppressed anger towards Nian Gengyao was completely ignited by this typo.

He took a deep breath, trying hard to suppress his anger, and summoned his close ministers. His tone was icy and piercing: "My dear ministers, tell me, what has Nian Gengyao done in these years?"

The emperor's question was resounding, resonating throughout the imperial study. The ministers fell silent. After a brief silence, Guarjia Emin was the first to step forward, plopping to his knees and kowtowed, "Your Majesty, I have a memorial to report!" His voice trembled, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead. He held the memorial in both hands, raising it high above his head. "During his tenure as Governor-General of Shaanxi and Gansu, Nian Gengyao engaged in corruption and abuse of power, withholding military pay, leaving soldiers at the border starving and starving! I have irrefutable evidence, and I beg Your Majesty to examine it!"

As Li Weijun finished speaking, Zhen Yuandao, Junior Justice of the Dali Temple, stepped forward and knelt, angrily declaring, "Your Majesty! Nian Gengyao is lawless and disregards human life! In the northwest, he set up his own court and slaughtered innocent people. The people are filled with resentment and their lives are in utter misery! I implore Your Majesty to severely punish this villain and appease the people!"

He pulled a booklet from his sleeve and presented it with trembling hands, "This is the evidence I have collected against Nian Gengyao. Please review it, Your Majesty!"

The atmosphere in the imperial study became increasingly solemn, and the air seemed to be frozen, making it suffocating.

As the emperor listened to his ministers' reports, his expression darkened, his eyes gleaming with anger. He slammed his palm down on the imperial desk, causing the teacup to buzz and spill tea, leaving a puddle on the desk. "Pass on my decree," the emperor sternly declared, each word rasping between his teeth. "Remove Nian Gengyao from his post as Governor-General of Sichuan and Shaanxi, and his title of First-Class Duke. The rest of his crimes will be determined after investigation!"

The news of Nian Gengyao's conviction stabbed Hua Fei's heart like a sharp knife. She felt dizzy and could barely stand. Disregarding her manners or the palace rules, Hua Fei stumbled all the way to Wan Fang Anhe, her vision blurred by tears. She didn't even bother to care for her delicate pearl hairpins scattered all over the floor.

Arriving at Wanfang Anhe, the vermilion gates were tightly shut, blocking everything between her and the Emperor. Concubine Hua knelt heavily on the cold stone steps, crying out at the top of her lungs, "Your Majesty! Your Majesty! My brother was merely confused for a moment and never intended to offend His Majesty! Please have mercy and spare his life! Your Majesty! I beg you!" Her cries echoed through the empty palace, mournful and desperate, but received no response. The gates of Wanfang Anhe remained tightly shut, and the palace was silent, as if cut off from the world, leaving Concubine Hua alone outside, crying desperately.