The life swap begins with Consort Hua becoming Lady Qin.

A young maid in green walked up to him, but she was short, barely reaching his shoulder.

"Young Master Liang, please sit down." The voice said again, its tone low and gentle, yet carrying a calming power.

"I'll have my maid treat your wound."

Liang Han's panic subsided somewhat, and she obediently sat down.

Sure enough, this time the maidservant reached out and skillfully pressed the handkerchief to the wound on his forehead.

At that moment, another figure approached, bringing with it a faint, pleasant fragrance.

She bent down to examine the wound, gently pursed her lips, and reassured him, "The wound isn't deep, it's nothing serious. It's just that it's on the head, so it's easy to lose your composure. Yun Zai, continue to massage Liang Liu Gongzi. Lu Zhong, go and get some wound medicine."

He then turned to the bewildered attendant: "Young man, quickly go and fetch a doctor."

He acted methodically and logically, and the situation was stabilized instantly.

As Liang Han listened, the panic in her heart completely dissipated, replaced by a strange calm—and a strange itch in her heart.

He couldn't help but turn his head and look up at the person who had spoken.

That one glance left him frozen in place.

The girl was about fourteen or fifteen years old, dressed in a light purple dress, with only a white jade hairpin in her hair, simple yet elegant.

Her demeanor was that of a lady who had stepped out of a painting—gentle, calm, and rational—which seemed out of place in the noisy and restless environment of the polo field, yet somehow inexplicably attracted people.

"Liulang! Liulang, how are you?"

Wu Da Niangzi's voice grew closer as she approached, filled with anxiety.

This also brought Liang Han back to her senses.

The fifth lady rushed over and, without saying a word, squeezed between Liang Han and the girl, blocking Liang Han's view.

Liang Han was anxious and wanted to see more, but at that moment, the girl, seeing that there were many people, quietly took a step back.

Seeing that the young lady had left, the maid Yunzai beside him also let go, stuffed the handkerchief into Liang Han's hand, and whispered, "Young Master Liang, please massage it yourself."

The master and servant turned around and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Liang Han anxiously craned his neck, straining to see the direction she had left, until Madam Wu cupped his face to examine his wound.

"Mother, I'm alright..."

Why don't you hurry and try to persuade your son's savior to stay?

But he still remembered that this was in public, and if he said that, it would only ruin the girl's reputation.

"He's lost so much blood and he still says he's fine!" Madam Wu was both distressed and angry, oblivious to her son's unusual condition. "Quick, help Liu Lang back and fetch a doctor!"

A group of people escorted Liang Han as he left the polo field.

Liang Han was helped forward by her mother, but she couldn't help but look back frequently.

On the other side, Ru Jin saw Liang Han's appearance from afar, and her face turned pale instantly.

She tugged at Minglan's sleeve, her voice trembling, "It's all over... I've gotten into trouble again. Good Minglan, please hold off these people for me, I'll go find my eldest sister to save me!"

Having said that, without waiting for Minglan's reaction, he took off running and disappeared in a flash.

Minglan couldn't call out to anyone, and shook her head helplessly.

She strolled slowly toward the shed where her sisters were resting, but couldn't help thinking that her good friend Rujin was probably really going to get caught up in the drama, since Liang Han had bled.

...But Liang Han is really useless.

Just as I was thinking this, I turned around a flower stand and saw Yu Yanran walking towards me.

Minglan's eyes lit up, and she quickly stepped forward: "Sister Yanran!"

Then they realized something was wrong.

Yu Yanran's eyes were red and her face was still streaked with tears. Her almond-shaped eyes were filled with panic and helplessness. When people saw her, it was as if a drowning person had seen a piece of driftwood.

"Sister Yanran, what's wrong?" Minglan's smile vanished instantly, replaced by concern. "Who bullied you?"

Yu Yanran cried even harder, choking back sobs as she spoke with a hint of embarrassment, "My...my mother's belongings...were...taken out..."

She explained the situation haltingly.

It turns out that one of the prizes in today's polo match was a gold hairpin, which was a dowry left by Yanran's birth mother. When she was young, her father remarried, and her stepmother took control of these things under various pretexts. In recent years, she even claimed that they were lost. Unexpectedly, a lady has now taken them out as prizes for people to gamble and have fun.

"My mother even carved my name on it," Yanran sobbed, her shoulders trembling. "I wanted to win it back myself, but I... I'm not good at polo... Minglan, I really don't know who else to turn to..."

Upon hearing this, Minglan grasped Yanran's cold hand without hesitation, her voice clear and bright: "I thought it was something serious! Don't worry, Sister Yanran, I'm here!"

Yu Yanran was both surprised and delighted, looking at her with teary eyes: "Really? But you just fought a match, won't you be able to handle going on again so soon?"

"No way!" Minglan patted her chest, her eyes shining with confidence. "Sister Yanran, just you wait and see. We'll go register right now."

The two arrived at the registration office hand in hand, but unexpectedly ran into Yu Yanhong, who was Yan's stepmother's younger sister.

Yu Yanhong, dressed in a bright red riding outfit, was surrounded by several young ladies chatting and laughing. When she turned her head and saw Yu Yanran and Minglan, a mocking smile immediately appeared on her lips.

"Hey, isn't this my older sister?" Yu Yanhong raised her voice, attracting everyone's attention. "What, you want to go on stage too? With your skills, don't startle the horse and hurt the others."

Yanran's face paled, and she dared not retort. Seeing this, Minglan stepped forward and shielded Yu Yanran behind her, saying, "Third Miss Yu, let's see who's the best on the field later."

Yu Yanhong knew that she was the sixth daughter of the Sheng family, who had recently become quite famous on the polo field. The reason why Yu Yanran was able to climb up to the Duke of Yingguo's mansion and the Marquis of Jingbian's mansion was inseparable from the matchmaking of the Sheng family's daughter.

He couldn't help but sneer inwardly, determined to teach Minglan a lesson.

A figure happened to appear in my peripheral vision.

Her eyes darted around, and she suddenly raised her voice, "Since you want to play with her, let's just team up in pairs. What's the point of fighting alone?"

Upon hearing this, several voices of agreement rang out from the surrounding crowd.

Yu Yanhong raised an eyebrow smugly, then suddenly called out, "Second Brother Gu! I heard that before you left Beijing, you were a perennial champion on the basketball court. Now that you're back, could you come up and show off your skills to everyone?"

It turned out that Gu Tingye couldn't resist Zhang Guifen's urging and finally changed his clothes to register for the next performance.

Hearing Yu Yanhong's words, he frowned subconsciously, but when he saw Minglan standing on the opposing side, a hint of interest flashed in his eyes.

"Since my sister has invited me, it would be impolite to refuse."

Upon hearing this, Yu Yanran's face turned deathly pale.

She gripped Minglan's arm tightly, her voice trembling uncontrollably: "It's over...it's over...if Gu Er goes on stage, there's really no one who can beat him..."

Minglan's heart sank.

She had heard of Gu Tingye's ball skills; they were indeed exceptional among the young men of the capital back then.

But who says I'm bound to lose?

The little girl stubbornly replied, "Back then was back then. When he was dominating the polo field, you and I were still playing in the mud."

Now, it's time for a new generation to replace the old!