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

After the Emperor left, Jingyang Palace fell into silence. An Lingrong sat on the couch by the window. Qiuyue approached, bowed respectfully, and whispered:

"Your Majesty, I have learned about Nian's recent situation. She has been crying all day in the Yikun Palace, constantly repeating the emperor's name, hoping that the emperor will let the Nian family go."

Qiuyue paused and added, "Noble Lady Jin also arranged for someone to secretly look after Nian Da Ying."

An Lingrong's slender eyebrows furrowed slightly upon hearing this, and a complex expression flashed in her eyes. She bit her lower lip lightly, as if pondering something. After a moment, she said softly, "I understand. You can go down."

After Qiuyue left, An Lingrong rose from the couch and slowly walked to the window. She rested her hands on the window frame, gazing at the towering palace walls in the distance. The early summer sun shone on her beautiful face, adding a touch of gentleness to it.

An Lingrong sighed softly, thinking to herself: Zhen Huan hates Nian Shilan to the core and will definitely not let Nian get away with it. It seems we need to send someone to closely monitor Zhen Huan's movements. A hint of vigilance flashed in her eyes, and her fingers unconsciously tapped lightly on the window frame.

At this moment, a gentle breeze blew by, bringing with it a faint fragrance. An Lingrong was instantly alert, as the fragrance brought back some vague memories in her, but she couldn't put her finger on it.

She gently pushed open the window and scanned every corner of the courtyard with a hawk-like gaze, but found nothing unusual. An Lingrong frowned and whispered to herself, "Strange! Am I being overly suspicious?"

Her fingers tapped unconsciously on the window frame, her thoughts racing. After a moment, An Lingrong turned decisively and called out, "Chunhua!"

Chunhua quickly responded and bowed respectfully, "What are your orders, Your Majesty?"

An Lingrong stared at Chunhua, her tone serious and firm, "Check every corner of Jingyang Palace carefully. Don't miss any corner. I keep sensing an unusual smell."

She paused and added, "Be sure to be careful and not alarm anyone."

Chunhua obeyed the order and left, her steps light but hurried. Not long after, she hurried back with a solemn expression.

"Your Highness," Chunhua whispered, her voice trembling slightly, "We discovered that the outer walls were painted with a special pigment laced with musk. Long-term exposure can cause miscarriage or even infertility."

Upon hearing this, An Lingrong's eyes flashed with a chill, frozen like frost. A sneer curled up at the corner of her lips, and her voice was low and filled with anger: "It seems to be the Queen's handiwork." She took a deep breath, calming herself, "But it's not appropriate to make it public now."

Chunhua raised her head cautiously, hesitated for a moment, and then asked softly, "Should we report this to the Emperor?"

An Lingrong slowly shook her head, her long eyelashes trembling slightly. "Not yet," she said firmly. "Evidence is hard to come by, and I haven't suffered any actual harm. The Empress has the Empress Dowager's backing, so any rash action would be ineffective."

She slowly walked to the window, her slender fingers gently stroking the frame. Sunlight filtered through the lattice, casting dappled shadows on her fair face. An Lingrong's gaze grew profound, as if she were pondering something important.

"Let's deal with this first." She suddenly said, with a hint of determination in her voice, "I'll find a chance later to let Zhen Huan know the truth about her inability to get pregnant."

An Lingrong turned to face Chunhua, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, "Wouldn't it be more interesting to let her expose the Queen's evil deeds?"

Upon hearing this, Chunhua's eyes flashed with surprise, then suddenly realized something. She involuntarily straightened her back, her eyes filled with admiration. "Your Majesty is brilliant!" Chunhua exclaimed sincerely, her voice filled with reverence and admiration.

An Lingrong pondered for a moment, then slowly turned to Chunhua, "One more thing. Send someone to secretly monitor Zhen Huan's every move. If she even sets foot in Yikun Palace, report immediately."

Chunhua bowed her head respectfully and replied, "Yes, Your Majesty. I will arrange it right away." After that, she turned lightly and left the room quickly.

An Lingrong walked alone to the window, stroking the window frame with her slender fingers.

The early summer sun shone through the window lattice, casting mottled light and shadows on her fair face.

In the distance, the palace walls towered, the shadows of trees swayed, and a gentle breeze blew by, bringing with it a fresh scent of flowers.

Her eyes became deep and a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

An Lingrong whispered to herself, her voice filled with calculation and expectation: "If Zhen Huan really went to Yikun Palace, she must have known the truth about Huan Yixiang."

A sly glint flashed in her eyes. "If we can lure the Emperor there and let him witness what Zhen Huan did with his own eyes, wouldn't that be killing two birds with one stone?"

An Lingrong pondered for a moment, a flicker of determination in her eyes. She turned to Chunhua and said firmly and urgently, "Go, have Xiao Luzi pass the message to Concubine Hui and Concubine Jing immediately."

Chunhua bowed her head respectfully and replied, "Yes, Your Majesty. I will arrange it right away."

An Lingrong raised her hand to stop Chunhua from leaving and continued, "Tell them to be careful with the pregnancy." Her voice was low and tinged with worry. "It's been a while since a dragon heir was born in the palace. Someone must be reluctant to hear the cry of a newborn."

As night falls, the stars dot the deep sky, like countless sparkling gems inlaid there.

Inside Jingyang Palace, flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows on the wall, adding a touch of mystery to the quiet night.

An Lingrong sat upright on the soft couch, her slender fingers gently stroking the sleeves of her embroidered dress, her eyes gleaming with deep thought. Her thoughts were as dark and unfathomable as the night.

Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps broke the silence in the palace.

Xiao Luzi rushed in, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, his breathing rapid. His sudden appearance made An Lingrong frown slightly. She stared at Xiao Luzi, a hint of displeasure in her voice:

"Why are you so panicked?"

Xiao Luzi knelt on his knees and answered breathlessly, his voice trembling slightly with nervousness:

"My Lady, our secret spies have just sent us news."

An Lingrong's eyes were as sharp as a hawk's as she stared at Xiao Luzi:

Xiao Luzi took a deep breath, tried to calm his breathing, and reported in a low voice:

"Empress Wanpin will quietly go to Yikun Palace tonight."

When An Lingrong heard this, her eyes gleamed and the corners of her mouth lifted slightly. She stroked her sleeves and walked slowly towards the carved wooden window.

The moonlight was like water, sprinkling on An Lingrong's face. She looked towards the palace wall in the distance and whispered with a hint of anticipation in her tone,

"Zhen Huan, I didn't expect you to know the secret of Huan Yi Xiang so quickly."

An Lingrong turned around and said firmly:

"Go, cleverly lead the Emperor to the Yikun Palace. Remember, make everything look like a coincidence, without revealing even a trace."

Xiao Luzi answered respectfully, but a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes:

"I understand. As for other matters..."

An Lingrong frowned slightly, raised her hand to stop him, and said in a stern tone:

"Don't worry about it. Let the emperor see it with his own eyes."