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

Chunhua led Doctor Xu into the hall.

"Your Highness pays homage to Her Majesty the Imperial Concubine Shu." Imperial Physician Xu bowed.

"Doctor Xu, please don't be polite," An Lingrong pointed at the spices on the table. "Take a look at these spices. Is there anything wrong with them?"

Doctor Xu picked up the spice, examined it carefully, and then put it to his nose and sniffed it.

"Your Majesty," Doctor Xu pondered for a moment, "This spice seems to have been added with some special herbs."

"What medicinal herbs?" An Lingrong asked.

"I can't be sure at the moment," Doctor Xu shook his head, "I need to take it back and study it carefully."

An Lingrong nodded, "Then I'll have to trouble Doctor Xu."

She looked at Doctor Xu's departing back, her heart filled with anxiety.

What exactly is this spice?

Will it harm her child?

As night falls, the deep blue curtain is dotted with twinkling stars.

A crescent moon, like a silver hook, hangs in the sky, pouring down its cool light.

As the emperor stepped into Yongshou Palace, a faint fragrance of plum blossoms, mixed with the subtle aroma of calming incense, lingered around his nose.

This fragrance is elegant but not sweet, just like the feeling An Lingrong gives people, gentle and restrained.

The flickering candlelight illuminated An Lingrong's slightly pale face, adding a touch of delicate beauty.

She stood up and bowed, "Long live the emperor."

The emperor quickly stepped forward and helped her up, his tone full of concern: "No need to be so polite, your health is important."

An Lingrong's eyes were slightly red, and tears were rolling in them, as if they would roll down at any time.

"Your Majesty, the Queen Mother's affairs have exhausted you, and now you still have to worry about me. It is my fault that I cannot share your worries."

She choked with sobs, her voice as thin as a mosquito, but every word she spoke struck the emperor's heart.

The emperor gently held her in his arms, feeling her delicate body, and a feeling of pity welled up in his heart.

"I know you are sad, there is no need to suppress it."

He stroked her hair gently, his tone as gentle as the spring breeze blowing through the willow branches.

An Lingrong buried her head in his chest, feeling the warmth coming from him, and finally couldn't hold back her tears.

"I am just worried that the emperor will be exhausted because of me."

There was a slight tremor in her voice, making her look as adorable as a frightened deer.

The emperor hugged her tighter and whispered in her ear: "Silly girl, you are my concubine, it is my duty to care about you."

His warm breath sprayed on her ears, making her feel numb.

An Lingrong gently closed her eyes, feeling the tranquility and warmth of the moment.

The emperor placed a kiss on her forehead and said softly, "Have a good rest. I will come to see you again tomorrow."

After the emperor left Yongshou Palace, the night grew darker and the shadows on the palace walls became longer.

He returned to the Yangxin Palace, but the doubts in his heart lingered.

The spices in Shoukang Palace and An Lingrong's reaction made him feel uneasy.

He called Xia Qie over and said in a steady tone, "How's the matter I asked you to check going?"

Xia Qi bowed and said, "Your Majesty, it's been too long, and the clues are a bit difficult to find."

He paused and continued to report: "We have only just found out that the imperial concubine's ceremonial clothes that Fu Jin was wearing came from the palace of Consort De, the Empress Dowager."

The emperor frowned and tapped the table with his fingers, making a dull sound.

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became solemn.

"Mother, is this the Ulanara family's plan?"

Anger was boiling in his heart, mixed with a hint of disbelief.

Could it be that the Queen Mother would really do such a thing?

Xia Qi felt the chill emanating from the emperor and dared not even breathe.

"Your Majesty, I dare not speculate."

He lowered his head and spoke in a respectful and cautious tone.

The emperor took a deep breath and tried hard to suppress the anger in his heart.

"Continue investigating, starting from the Ulanara family. I want to know the truth."

Xia Qi took the order and retreated, and the hall fell into silence again.

A few days later, sunlight filtered through the window lattice, casting mottled shadows on the ground.

Doctor Xu, carrying his medicine box, walked steadily into Yongshou Palace.

The fragrance of plum blossoms still permeates the air, but it cannot cover up the faint medicinal fragrance in the air.

An Lingrong leaned against the couch, her face still pale, yet revealing a sickly and fragile beauty.

When she saw Doctor Xu, she nodded slightly and gestured to Chunhua to serve tea.

"Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you." Doctor Xu bowed and put the medicine box aside.

"Doctor Xu, there's no need to be so polite," An Lingrong said softly, her fingertips gently caressing her lower abdomen. "I've been feeling a little unwell today, so I'm sorry to bother you."

Doctor Xu stepped forward, placed his hand on An Lingrong's wrist, and carefully examined her pulse.

After a moment, he withdrew his hand, frowning slightly.

"Your Majesty's pulse is a little unstable, you need to take good care of yourself."

An Lingrong's heart tightened, and she forced herself to remain calm and asked, "But is there something wrong with the fetus?"

Doctor Xu hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to tell the truth.

"Your Majesty, I have something else to report."

He took out a small sachet from the medicine box and handed it to An Lingrong.

"I have already checked the spices that Her Majesty Chunhua gave me, and found that they contain the scent of Youtanyufei."

"Dark Sandalwood Meteorite Fragrance?" she murmured to herself, her voice trembling. "What...what is this?"

Doctor Xu's expression was solemn as he explained, "When someone smells this spice, they don't feel anything special at first. They just become immersed in the rich sandalwood scent."

"However, after seven consecutive days of smelling the fragrance, the mysterious ingredients in the fragrance will quietly accumulate in the body, gradually affecting the circulation of qi and blood."

"It can have a strong rejection effect on the fetus in the pregnant woman's womb, disrupting the delicate connection between the fetus and the mother, and ultimately leading to miscarriage."

"And this process often comes very suddenly, catching pregnant women and those around them off guard."

An Lingrong felt a chill running from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.

She clutched the edge of the bed, her knuckles white, her breathing rapid.

Doctor Xu frowned, and his tone became calm, with a hint of comfort:

"Your Majesty, don't worry too much. You've only been exposed to this incense for a short time. Although your pregnancy is a little unstable, I have already prescribed a prescription for conditioning. You just need to rest and recuperate for a while, and you'll be fine."

As he spoke, he took out a few pieces of paper with the names of medicinal herbs written on them from the medicine box and handed them to Chunhua: "Take it three times a day, decoct it and drink it."

A strong sense of fear swept over her, making her tremble all over.

She didn't expect that even though she had the system in her hands, it was almost destroyed by Ulanara Yixiu.

I really underestimated her.

This woman's vicious mind and cruel methods were far beyond her imagination.

An Lingrong took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.

She couldn't panic. She wanted revenge and made Ulanara Yixiu pay the price.

She turned to look at Chunhua with a sharp look in her eyes.

"Chunhua."

Chunhua immediately stepped forward and replied respectfully, "What are your wishes, Madam?"

"Reveal the evidence we have found to the Emperor and Concubine Nian bit by bit." An Lingrong's voice was cold and emotionless.

"I will never be able to live in peace until this queen is removed."

Chunhua accepted the order and quietly retreated.