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

The moonlight poured down like water, landing on An Lingrong's face, making her eyebrows and eyes look even colder.

She gently twisted the gold thread on her sleeve with her fingertips, thinking to herself:

"Zhen Huan, you are still too impatient. Nian Shilan may not believe your words of provocation now. You have miscalculated this step."

An Lingrong's lips curled into a cold smile, her eyes twinkling like stars in the dark night. "Having never experienced true despair, you've lost your sense of proportion."

In the Yiku Palace, the former prosperity no longer exists, and the air is filled with a faint smell of dust.

Nian Shilan was dressed in white, sitting quietly by the window, looking at the falling leaves outside with empty eyes.

The sound of footsteps broke the silence of Yikun Palace, and Zhen Huan walked in with a hint of sarcasm on her lips.

"Oh, isn't this Nian Da Ying? Why is it that the Yikun Palace is a lot quieter now than before?" She said in a frivolous tone with a hint of sarcasm.

Nian Shilan raised her eyes to glance at Zhen Huan and said calmly, "What are you doing here?"

Zhen Huan covered her lips with a smile, her eyes flickering with a subtle malice, "How are you these days, little sister? I came here today to tell you a secret."

She walked over to Nian Shilan, leaned over slightly, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Sister, have you ever thought about why you have been childless for so many years?"

Nian Shilan frowned slightly, a hint of doubt and uneasiness flashed in her eyes, and she stared at Zhen Huan closely.

Zhen Huan feigned a mysterious smile, her tone tinged with pity and a hint of pride, "Because the Huanyi incense you burn every day is mixed with musk! It's the Emperor who won't let you get pregnant!"

Nian Shilan stood up suddenly, her body swaying and she almost fell. Her face was pale, her lips trembling, and she murmured, "Impossible... Your Majesty... How could Your Majesty..."

Zhen Huan's eyes flashed with pride, and she said with certainty, "If you don't believe me, feel free to send someone to investigate. This Huan Yi Xiang was specially given to you by the Emperor. Others wouldn't be able to obtain it even if they begged for it."

Nian Shilan staggered back a few steps and barely managed to stand by holding on to the table. Her eyes were full of disbelief and tears were welling up in her eyes.

The Emperor, hiding in the shadows, saw it all. His face was livid, veins bulging on his forehead, and his fists clenched, his knuckles white. He hadn't expected Zhen Huan to be so bold as to reveal such a secret to Nian Shilan. His initial fondness for Zhen Huan was now completely gone, replaced by endless anger and disappointment. He fiercely flung his sleeves, his robes fluttering like a gust of wind, and his fury swirled like a volcano about to erupt.

Back in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Yongzheng's fury was still lingering. He slammed the table with a resounding thud, sending the palace attendants trembling with fear. "Come! Announce the decree! Wanpin has disrespected His Majesty and is demoted to a noble lady! She is confined to the Suiyu Pavilion and is not allowed to leave without permission!" His tone was as cold as ice and snow in the dead of winter, devoid of any warmth.

Zhen Huan returned to the Suiyuxuan, where she was greeted by the maid Liuzhu. Before she could speak, Su Peisheng and two eunuchs arrived, bearing the imperial edict. A sense of foreboding gripped Zhen Huan. After the edict was read, the words "Demoted to a noble lady, confined to the Suiyuxuan" were etched prominently on the bright yellow silk. Zhen Huan felt a sudden blackout, nearly fainting.

"How is this possible!" Zhen Huan snatched the imperial edict and examined it again and again. Her face turned from pale to blue, then red, and tears quickly filled her eyes. "Why does the emperor treat me like this? I want to see the emperor! I want to see the emperor!" She cried out at the top of her lungs, trying to rush out of the Suiyu Pavilion, but the guards stopped her firmly.

"My lady, please calm down. The imperial decree is here, and I dare not disobey." The guard stood in front of her with an expressionless face, his tone cold, as insurmountable as a solid wall of steel.

"How dare you! I want to see the Emperor! How dare you stop me!" Zhen Huan struggled desperately, like a trapped animal, but she couldn't move the guards at all. She pounded on their chests in despair, tears rolling down like pearls from a broken string, leaving a puddle on the cold ground.

"My lady, you'd better go back." Liu Zhu advised, her eyes full of worry. She gently pulled Zhen Huan's sleeve, trying to calm her excited emotions.

"Go back? How can I go back? Why does the emperor treat me like this! I don't accept it! I don't accept it!" Zhen Huan collapsed on the ground powerlessly, her desperate cries echoing in the empty Shuiyuxuan, sounding particularly desolate.

Inside Jingyang Palace, An Lingrong heard the news of Concubine Wan's demotion, and a subtle sneer curled her lips. Her slender fingers tapped lightly on the table, making a crisp sound, each one as if tapping on Zhen Huan's fate. "As expected, the Emperor is furious. Zhen Huan, Zhen Huan, you are still too young after all." She chuckled, her tone carrying a hint of sarcasm and complacency.

"My lady, Wanpin has fallen flat on her face this time." Qiuyue said from the side, with a hint of gloating in her tone and a smile on her face.

"Yes, she thought she could bring down Nian Shilan, but she didn't expect that she would end up shooting herself in the foot." An Lingrong gently stroked the exquisite embroidery on her sleeves. Everything was within her calculations.

Inside the Suiyu Pavilion, the sun was setting, and the light inside the room gradually dimmed. Huanbi looked at the distraught Zhen Huan and asked anxiously, "Sister, how did you offend the Emperor? Why did the Emperor suddenly demote you?"

Zhen Huan raised her head, looked at Huanbi with tears in her eyes, and choked up, "I don't know, I really don't know... Why does the emperor treat me like this..." Her voice trembled, full of grievance and confusion.

When Concubine Qi heard the news of Zhen Huan's demotion, she immediately came to the Suiyuxuan with a happy smile. She stood at the door, looking down at the embarrassed Zhen Huan, and said in a sarcastic tone: "Hey, isn't this Concubine Wan? Why are you sitting on the ground? The floor of Suiyuxuan is much cooler."

Zhen Huan raised her head and glared at Concubine Qi fiercely, her eyes filled with rage, like a volcano about to erupt. "What are you doing?"

Concubine Qi covered her lips and chuckled, her eyes moving with undisguised malice, "Of course I came to see you, sister. By the way, congratulations, sister. Congratulations, sister." She deliberately emphasized the word "concubine", her tone full of sarcasm, and every word was like a sharp thorn, piercing Zhen Huan's heart.

"You!" Zhen Huan was so angry that she was shaking all over, but she was unable to refute. She could only watch Concubine Qi leave triumphantly.

As night fell, moonlight streamed into the room through the window lattice. An Lingrong sat by the window, gazing at the bright moonlight, her mind awash with thoughts. "The Emperor probably has no further interest in Zhen Huan now. The next step is the Empress." A cold glint flashed in her eyes. "Empress Chunyuan... huh, a dead woman can still affect the Emperor's mood. It seems I must first find a way to undermine Empress Chunyuan's position in the Emperor's heart, so that the Empress loses this trump card."