The life swap begins with Consort Hua becoming Lady Qin.

The sun was shining brightly, and the polo field was filled with jubilation.

Minglan and Rujin are chasing the colorful ball on the field.

Minglan's ball skills have improved a lot in recent years. With one swing, the ball drew a beautiful arc in the air and accurately passed through the goal.

Rujin chased after him relentlessly, but always fell just short, making her face flush with anxiety, yet she couldn't help but cheer for the brilliant goal.

"Sheng Xiaoliu! You wait!" Rujin turned her horse around, her tail flying in the wind, her laughter like silver bells echoing all the way.

From the stands, Gu Tingye's gaze was involuntarily drawn to it.

But she bypassed Ru Jin and closely followed the figure in crimson riding attire on the field.

The little girl has bright, expressive eyes; when she smiles, her eyes curve into crescent moons, dazzlingly beautiful.

He nudged Cheng Bai, who was reading a book beside him, and said, "Is that Ru Jie'er? It's been years since I last saw her. She's grown so much, and she's still as lively as ever."

She paused seemingly casually, then said, "And who was that person playing ball with her? She looks unfamiliar, I can't remember her. Could it be Zhang's aunt?"

Cheng Bai glanced at the scene and casually said, "Sixth daughter of the Sheng family, Chang Lin's younger sister."

He glanced back at the two lines of text and suddenly realized something was wrong. He turned to stare at Gu Tingye and said, "You don't mean you're after Aunt Zhang, do you? Gu Zhonghuai, I'm warning you, you'd better give up such a rebellious idea as soon as possible."

Want to climb over them and become their uncle-in-law? Dream on!

Gu Tingye pushed him in exasperation: "What are you saying! Do you think I'm that kind of beast?"

Cheng Bai replied seriously, "Yes."

"Get out! Get out! Get out!"

As the two were laughing and joking, a fruit suddenly fell from the sky and landed squarely on Gu Tingye's head with a loud thud.

The two men froze, turning their heads simultaneously. They saw Zhang Guifen standing not far away, a polo club in one hand, her crimson riding outfit making her look dashing. She was looking at them with a half-smile.

Beside her was a handsome young man, about the same age as her, with gentle features and a calm demeanor.

"Gu Xiaoer, when did you get back?" Zhang Guifen raised an eyebrow.

Gu Tingye quickly stood up and bowed: "I just arrived a few days ago. I hope my aunt is well."

"You know I'm your aunt? You finally come back, and you don't even bother to pay your respects. You have no respect for your elders at all." Zhang Guifen approached, looking him up and down. "Why are you still dressed like this? Go change your clothes, get on your horse, I want to fight you!"

Gu Tingye pleaded with a pained expression, "Auntie, please spare me. I admit I lost that match back then, okay?"

"A loss is a loss, and a win is a win." Zhang Guifen raised her eyebrows. "I am the fourth daughter of the Duke of Ying's mansion, and I am your elder. Do you, a junior, need to give way to me? No, we must fight. Yuanji, let's go."

She went ahead.

The young man beside him stepped forward and greeted Gu Tingye.

It turns out he was Zheng Yuanji, the son of General Zheng.

Zheng Yuanji bowed respectfully and spoke with refined manners: "Brother Gu, I have long admired you."

Gu Tingye returned the greeting. Although Zheng Yuanji also came from a military family, he did not have the arrogance of a typical noble son. Instead, he had the gentleness of a scholar.

Their eyes met, and they both saw admiration in each other's eyes.

"Don't say any more to him," Zhang Guifen urged from behind. "This kid is good at putting on a show, but don't be fooled by him. You'll see when it's really on the field that he's ruthless and a heartless devil."

Gu Tingye touched his nose, not daring to retort.

Zheng Yuanji smiled, showing that he had a good temper.

The two walked away side by side, their figures appearing exceptionally harmonious in the sunlight.

Watching their retreating figures, Gu Tingye couldn't help but ask Cheng Bai, "What's wrong with them...?"

Cheng Bai didn't even look up, his voice flat: "It's obvious."

He first extended his hand to introduce Zhang Guifen: "Little Aunt."

Then he pointed to Zheng Yuanji: "Uncle-in-law."

Gu Tingye was taken aback, then slapped him on the shoulder: "You, Qin Zecheng! Did you see her coming out of the corner of your eye and say that on purpose?"

Cheng Bai smiled but said nothing, picked up his teacup and slowly took a sip.

Sunlight fell on his profile, outlining the young man's handsome features and reflecting the fleeting mischievousness in his eyes.

The answer is obvious.

He did it on purpose, of course.

Gu Tingye gave a soft snort and sat down again.

Once those around him had calmed down, he suddenly said in a low voice, "The children of the Sheng family, regardless of whether they are legitimate or illegitimate, have all been raised by Madam Hai, and their manners and etiquette are excellent. The brothers Changlin and Changfeng may have limited talent, but with Scholar Zhuang's dedicated teaching, even if they don't pass this time, they can always succeed if they try a few more times. Therefore, the Sheng family will definitely have a place in the capital in twenty or thirty years."

In fact, there is more than one place.

The outcome of Changlin's marriage is still uncertain, but judging from Madam Hai's vision and methods, she is unlikely to be too bad.

The Sheng family has at least seven offspring. If each of them can form good marriage alliances, their future strength will certainly not be underestimated.

Gu Tingye tightened his grip on the teacup.

He undoubtedly understood the deeper meaning behind Cheng Bai's words: although the Sheng family was not prominent, it had potential.

The daughters raised by the Hai family, upon closer examination, may not necessarily be inferior to daughters of noble families.

He lowered his eyes and whispered, "Thank you."

The two didn't say anything more, but they understood each other without saying a word.

At this point, the polo match ended.

Ru Jin left the field covered in sweat, still sulking about Ming Lan's catch-up shot: "Sheng Xiao Liu! I will never forgive you this time!"

Minglan smiled brightly and followed beside her without any reservations: "Really? I ate the whole roasted mutton charcoal grilled by myself?"

Ru Jin froze, immediately protesting, slamming her cue stick on the ground: "No way! I want to eat, I want to eat!"

Everyone around laughed.

Liang Han laughed the loudest, slapping her thigh and saying, "Good! No wonder you put up with Sheng Xiaoliu's temper every day and still shamelessly befriend her. Turns out you're after her cooking skills! No wonder you're the Third Miss Qin, with such lofty ambitions!"

This is saying, in a negative way, that she's useless!

Ru Jin was so angry her nose almost twisted. She turned around and rushed over, giving him a good beating: "I'll teach you a lesson you won't utter!"

Liang Han was unable to dodge in time and was knocked back by her punch. He tripped and fell to the ground with a thud.

Ru Jin was still not satisfied, so she gave him two more slaps on the shoulder before letting out a soft snort: "Serves you right!"

After saying that, he grabbed Minglan and ran away.

Seeing this, the people around knew that Liang Liulang was always concerned about his reputation, and that he would definitely get angry if he made a fool of himself in public. So they wisely dispersed and pretended not to have seen anything.

Liang Han got up cursing, "If you can't win an argument, you resort to violence. And she even called Sheng Xiaoliu a scoundrel. I think she's more like a hooligan..."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a warm sensation on his forehead. He reached up and touched it, finding his fingertips stained with scarlet.

Blood?

"I'm bleeding? I'm bleeding!" Liang Han's voice suddenly rose, filled with panic: "Help! Someone come quick! I..."

The servant rushed over in a panic, and upon seeing the situation, he also panicked and even tried to press his wound with his hand.

Liang Han winced in pain and shoved the person away abruptly: "Idiot! Go find a doctor! Go find my mother!"

In the midst of the chaos, a gentle and calm voice descended from the sky: "Quick, press the handkerchief against his wound."