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

Concubine Qi twisted her slender waist and walked lightly with lotus steps to the Queen's palace.

Sunlight shines through the carved window lattices, casting mottled shadows on the ground, and the air is filled with a faint scent of sandalwood.

She knelt and saluted, saying in a gentle voice, "Your Highness pays respects to Her Majesty the Queen."

The Queen put down the teacup in her hand, glanced sharply at Concubine Qi, and said in a gentle tone: "Concubine Qi, please excuse me. Please take a seat."

Concubine Qi sat down gracefully, took the tea served by the palace maid, took a sip, her eyes moving as if she had a thousand words to say.

Concubine Qi held the silk handkerchief, her eyes slightly red, and spoke hesitantly, "Your Majesty, Concubine Wan has been confined to her house. Now the Suiyuxuan is deserted, so desolate... It makes my maidservant sad just looking at it."

As she spoke, tears rolled down her fair cheeks, dripping onto the bright yellow silk and spreading it out.

The air in the hall was filled with the scent of sandalwood incense. The queen narrowed her eyes slightly, a barely perceptible emotion flashing across them.

She put down the cloisonné enamel teacup in her hand, making a slight sound. The hall instantly became quiet, and even the birdsong on the branches outside the window seemed to stop.

The Queen spoke calmly, yet with unquestionable authority, "But what's happening to Suiyuxuan now is her own fault."

"I dare to ask the Queen for grace to move out of Suiyuxuan." Concubine Qi lowered her head, her voice as thin as a mosquito.

A gleam flashed in the queen's eyes, and she slowly said, "Oh? Why?"

"Sui Yuxuan... is deserted now, and I... am scared." Concubine Qi's shoulders trembled slightly, as if she had suffered a great injustice.

The Queen pondered for a moment, and a subtle smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "

"Mrs. Qi is timid, and Suiyuxuan is indeed unsuitable for living now. How about this, you move to the East Side Hall of Chuxiu Palace?"

Upon hearing this, Concubine Qi raised her head in surprise, and a brilliant smile blossomed on her tear-stained face: "Thank you, Queen, for your grace!"

She quickly stood up and bowed again.

In the west side hall of Chuxiu Palace, sunlight shines through the window lattices onto the mahogany furniture, reflecting a warm feeling.

Compared with the deserted Suiyuxuan, this place is completely different.

The palace maids were busy arranging the decorations brought by Concubine Qi. The air was filled with the faint fragrance of plum blossoms, dispelling the previous haze.

Concubine Qi changed into a pink palace dress, looking charming and beautiful.

She took two palace maids with her and deliberately took a detour to Suiyuxuan.

In the courtyard of Suiyuxuan, fallen leaves piled up, creating a bleak scene.

Zhen Huan was sitting in the corridor, quietly reading a book. The sunlight shining on her made her look even more cold and lonely.

Concubine Qi stood at the door, looking down at Zhen Huan with a mocking smile on her lips:

"Hey, Lady Wan, are you still reading? This Suiyuxuan is so deserted, there's not even anyone to talk to. Life must be so hard."

Zhen Huan slowly raised her head, her gaze fell calmly on Concubine Qi, and she said nothing.

Seeing this, Concubine Qi smiled even more proudly: "No wonder, now that you have lost the emperor's favor and offended the emperor, isn't this the situation? I think you will stay in Suiyuxuan for the rest of your life."

As she spoke, she deliberately showed off the red agate necklace on her chest and swung it in front of Zhen Huan:

"Look, this is a gift from the Empress. Now that I've moved to Chuxiu Palace, my future life will be much better than yours."

After saying this, Concubine Qi did not stay any longer and left with the palace maids. Her silver bell-like laughter echoed in the desolate Sui Yuxuan, further highlighting Zhen Huan's loneliness.

Zhen Huan sat in front of the window, looking at the bleak scenery outside with empty eyes.

The cold wind blew through the torn window paper, making a whimpering sound, like a ghost's whisper.

The courtyard that was once full of flowers is now covered with fallen leaves, a scene of decay.

A musty smell mixed with dust filled the air, making people feel sick.

The food on the table had already gone cold and gave off an unpleasant greasy smell. Zhen Huan had no appetite at all.

"My lady, please eat something." Liu Zhu held the bowl and looked at Zhen Huan with heartache.

Zhen Huan shook her head, her voice hoarse: "I can't eat."

"The charcoal sent by the Ministry of Internal Affairs is getting less and less, and this room is as cold as an ice cellar." Liu Zhu rubbed his hands and breathed out.

"It's not just the charcoal, even a lot of the monthly salary has been deducted." There was a hint of resentment in Huanbi's tone.

"Now that we have lost the emperor's favor, the servants in the palace dare to step on us." Liu Zhu clenched his fists, his eyes burning with anger.

Zhen Huan closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried hard to suppress the sadness and anger in her heart.

She knew that all this was because she had fallen from favor.

But she couldn't continue to sink like this.

Qiuyue walked quickly into the house and bowed to An Lingrong: "Your Majesty, I have received the news."

An Lingrong put down the embroidery frame in her hand and looked up at Qiuyue: "Speak."

"Lady Wan asked Liu Zhu to catch butterflies everywhere, and also asked He to practice the Jinghong Dance in private." Qiuyue reported calmly.

An Lingrong frowned slightly and fell into deep thought.

Butterflies, dancing...

This is clearly the plot of the butterfly prayer and stunning dance in the original novel.

However, without Prince Guo’s help this time, can Zhen Huan still find so many butterflies?

And there is Jinghongwu. Is she afraid that she doesn’t have enough bargaining chips, so she drags Huanbi into it?

Huanbi looks somewhat similar to Zhen Huan, and with a little makeup, she also looks somewhat like Queen Chunyuan.

How could she miss this opportunity that came right to her door?

Whether she can turn the white moonlight into mosquito blood depends on how she plans.

A plan gradually took shape in her mind, and a barely perceptible sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth.

An Lingrong called Qiuyue over and said in a calm tone, "Qiuyue, go ask Huichun about the style of Queen Chunyuan's old clothes, especially the one she wore when she danced."

Qiuyue took the order and retreated quickly.

An Lingrong leaned against the soft couch, gently waving a round fan painted with hibiscus flowers in her hand.

"Empress, Aunt Huichun is here." Qiuyue's voice broke the silence in the hall.

An Lingrong put down her fan and sat up straight: "Please come in."

Huichun walked into the hall gracefully and bowed to An Lingrong: "Your servant Huichun pays homage to Her Majesty the Imperial Concubine Shu."

"No need to be polite." An Lingrong's voice was soft, with a hint of subtle anticipation. "Have you found out the style of Queen Chunyuan's old clothes?"

Huichun pulled out a scroll of blueprints from her sleeve and presented it with both hands: "Your Majesty, I have fulfilled your orders."

An Lingrong took the drawing and unfolded it impatiently.

On the drawing paper, a woman in gorgeous clothes is dancing gracefully.

Her clothes fluttered in the wind, making her look like a fairy.

The style of the gorgeous clothes is exquisite and complex, and every detail is depicted vividly.

An Lingrong's eyes carefully depicted every detail on the drawing.

From the pattern on the neckline, to the embroidery on the cuffs, to the pleats on the hem, nothing is left out.

"This dress..." An Lingrong muttered to herself, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes.