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

Inside the palace, An Lingrong's voice gradually faded, swaying like a candle in the wind.

The midwife's voice also became nervous, with a hint of trembling: "My lady, the baby is stuck!"

These words hit the emperor like a bolt from the blue, causing him to freeze instantly.

He no longer cared about the etiquette between the emperor and his subjects, and rushed into the delivery room as fast as an arrow.

The scene before him shocked him, and he stood there in shock as if struck by lightning.

An Lingrong's face was as pale as paper, and her breath was weak, like a flower about to wither, having lost its former vitality.

The midwives were in a panic but helpless, running around like ants on a hot pan.

"Hurry! Imperial physician! Call the imperial physician!" The emperor roared, his voice hoarse and as desperate as a trapped beast.

The imperial physician rushed over and knelt on the ground: "Your Majesty..."

"Save her! Save her! I want her to be safe!" The emperor grabbed the imperial physician's shoulders tightly, with such force that it seemed as if he wanted to crush him.

The imperial physician hurried forward to take An Lingrong's pulse, his expression becoming increasingly solemn.

"Your Majesty, the Empress is in critical condition due to a difficult labor. We must make a decision quickly: save the mother or the child..."

The imperial physician was interrupted by the emperor before he could finish his words: "I want to save both of them! My child and An Lingrong, I want both!"

His tone was firm and unquestionable, like a king's order that could not be disobeyed.

Cold sweat broke out on the imperial physician's forehead. He knew that this was an almost impossible task.

"Your Majesty, this... I'm afraid..."

"Don't be afraid! I want you to do your best, no matter what the cost!" The emperor roared, his eyes full of bloodshot, as terrifying as an angry lion.

The midwives became busy again, and the atmosphere was extremely tense, like a fully drawn bowstring ready to explode at any moment.

An Lingrong felt as if she was in darkness, with a buzzing in her ears and unable to hear anything.

She felt her vitality slipping away bit by bit, like sand flowing slowly in an hourglass.

She used up her last bit of strength to grab the emperor's hand, her voice as weak as a mosquito: "Your Majesty...I am so tired..."

The emperor held her hand tightly, feeling her cold body temperature, and his heart ached.

"Lingrong, hold on! You'll be fine! I'm here with you!"

His voice was trembling and choked with sobs, as helpless as a wounded beast.

An Lingrong's fingers curled slightly, like withered petals, and she grasped the emperor's sleeve weakly.

The cry of a baby broke through the stagnant air in the delivery room, like the light of dawn, dispelling the haze that shrouded everyone's hearts.

The midwife exclaimed with joy: "It's born! It's born! It's a prince!"

The emperor's tense body suddenly relaxed, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders. He staggered back a step and almost collapsed to the ground.

Tears blurred his vision and he stretched out his trembling hand, wanting to touch the new life.

"Rong'er...thank you...thank you for not abandoning me..."

The emperor stroked An Lingrong's sweaty temples with trembling hands, and gently wiped away the fine beads of sweat on her forehead with his fingertips.

He leaned over and kissed her forehead, as devoutly as a believer kissing a holy object.

"Your Majesty, I have given birth to a prince for you..."

She used all her strength to utter these words, her eyelids felt heavy and slowly closed.

The emperor held her hand tightly, feeling the warmth of her palm, and felt mixed emotions.

He buried his face in her neck, greedily breathing in the faint fragrance from her body, as if he wanted to remember this moment of happiness forever in his heart.

Outside the delivery room, Su Peisheng paced back and forth, the soles of his boots rubbing against the bluestone slabs making a "creaking" sound that was particularly clear in the silent night.

He looked up at the closed door from time to time, his heart burning with anxiety.

Suddenly, a loud cry pierced the night sky. Su Peisheng stopped abruptly, and his heart finally settled down.

He took a deep breath, straightened his clothes, and walked quickly towards the delivery room.

When he opened the door, a strong smell of blood hit him in the face, but Su Peisheng didn't care about that. He walked straight to the emperor and knelt down to kowtow.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty! Congratulations, Your Majesty! Your Majesty has given birth to a prince, and both mother and child are safe!"

The emperor raised his head, his eyes flashing with excitement. He carefully put An Lingrong's hand back into the quilt, stood up and walked to Su Peisheng.

"Su Peisheng, draft an edict. I want to promote Rong'er to Imperial Noble Consort!"

His voice was resounding and carried unquestionable authority.

Su Peisheng quickly accepted the order, secretly sighing in his heart that An Lingrong's status as a mother would be more secure from now on because of her son.

The next morning, golden sunlight filled Yongshou Palace, giving it a warm glow.

The air is filled with a faint medicinal fragrance mixed with the unique milky scent of a newborn, which is refreshing.

Su Peisheng walked into Yongshou Palace with the imperial edict in his hand and steady steps.

He cleared his throat and read aloud:

"By the providence of Heaven, the Emperor proclaims: Madam An is virtuous and prudent, gentle and virtuous, and has given birth to a prince, making contributions to the country. She is hereby promoted to Imperial Noble Consort. I decree this!"

An Lingrong leaned against the head of the bed, listening to Su Peisheng read the imperial edict, with mixed feelings in her heart.

She knew that all this was hard-earned and she had to be more cautious to protect herself and her child.

A month later, the palace was decorated with lights and filled with a festive atmosphere.

An Lingrong's enthronement ceremony was held in the Hall of Supreme Harmony, and the scene was grand and solemn.

Civil and military officials dressed in court robes lined up neatly in the square, waiting for the ceremony to begin.

The melodious sound of ceremonial music sounded, and An Lingrong, dressed in the gorgeous court dress of an imperial concubine and a phoenix crown on her head, slowly walked up the steps with the help of palace maids.

She walks gracefully and has a graceful demeanor, as elegant and graceful as a blooming peony.

The emperor sat on the dragon throne, looking at An Lingrong tenderly, his heart filled with pride and honor.

He seemed to see a delicate orchid blooming tenaciously in the wind and rain, and finally transforming into a graceful peony, standing proudly among the flowers.

After the enthronement ceremony, An Lingrong accepted congratulations from all officials and ladies of honor, feeling the supreme honor.

As night fell and the lights came on, the palace was brightly lit, as if it were daytime.

An Lingrong lay in the emperor's arms, listening to his strong heartbeat, feeling extremely safe and happy.

"Your Majesty, I am afraid..."

She snuggled in the emperor's arms, her voice soft and gentle, with a barely perceptible tremor.

The emperor hugged her tightly and stroked her long hair gently.

"Don't be afraid, Rong'er, I will always protect you."

His voice was deep and magnetic, with a soothing power.

An Lingrong raised her head and gazed into the emperor's eyes, her eyes full of love.

"Your Majesty, I love you..."

Her voice flowed out like a trickle of water, full of deep affection.

The emperor kissed her lips tenderly, as lightly as a dragonfly touching the water.

"I love you too, Rong'er..."

His voice was full of affection and doting, shining into An Lingrong's heart like warm sunshine.

Outside the window, the bright moon hangs high in the sky, and the stars are twinkling, as bright as gems scattered in the night sky.

Inside Yongshou Palace, it was warm as spring and full of love.

An Lingrong and the Emperor hugged each other tightly, like two stars that depended on each other.