The life swap begins with Consort Hua becoming Lady Qin.

Seeing Minglan's resolute gaze, Gu Tingye's smile deepened.

This little girl is quite interesting. She clearly lacks confidence, yet her back is ramrod straight, and her eyes are bright and piercing, like a little hen protecting her chicks.

Minglan had no time to ponder his thoughts. Though her fighting spirit was high and she wasn't intimidated, she still couldn't escape a thorny problem:

In a two-person team, who will be her teammate?

She pulled Yu Yanran away from the registration area and walked to the stands. Along the way, they didn't see any suitable candidates, but they saw her second brother, Sheng Changlin, first. He was leaning against a ginkgo tree, his face covered by a book, pretending to be asleep. His relaxed posture was the complete opposite of their anxiety.

Minglan walked over in a few steps and poked the spine of the book: "Second brother, have you seen third brother?"

Sheng Changlin lazily moved the book away from his face, squinted to adjust his eyes to the light, and then slowly said, "You're playing with hammer pills, aren't you?"

At this moment, he caught sight of Yu Yanran beside Minglan, and then straightened up slightly, stood up gracefully, flicked the hem of his robe, and gave Yu Yanran a greeting as a peer: "Miss Yu."

Yu Yanran quickly curtsied and returned the greeting, her voice soft and weak: "Second Brother Sheng."

Minglan, growing anxious, said, "Oh dear, please don't stand on ceremony. It's not like we haven't met before. Second brother, would you like to team up with me for a game of polo?"

Changlin then noticed his sister's strange expression and raised an eyebrow: "What's wrong? Are you in a real emergency?"

Minglan recounted the events in a very fast voice, and at the end, she tugged at Changlin's sleeve, her eyes pleading: "Second brother, you always have so many ideas, please help me think of what to do."

After listening, Changlin glanced at Yu Yanran first.

The little girl's eyes were still red, and she was holding back her tears. She stood behind Minglan, so slender and frail that she looked like she could be blown away by the wind, yet she exuded a stubbornness that refused to give up.

A pang of pity crossed his mind.

The granddaughter of the esteemed Grand Secretary Yu was forced to the point of fighting with others in public for her deceased mother's belongings.

It's easy to imagine how neglected she was at home.

"Finding your third brother won't help." Changlin withdrew his gaze, bluntly shattering Minglan's illusions: "He's no match for Gu Tingye."

Minglan fell silent, then looked at her second brother with expectant eyes.

Sheng Changlin found her gaze both amusing and helpless: "Looking at me won't help. As for your second brother, I'm barely proficient in riding and archery, not even as good as your third brother."

When Yu Yanran first heard this, she thought, "If someone can access nine orifices, how amazing must they be? How could they be inferior to Sheng Changfeng?"

Upon further reflection, if nine out of ten orifices are open, isn't there still one orifice that remains unopened?

I couldn't help but burst out laughing.

After laughing, he realized his mistake, hurriedly covered his mouth, and apologized.

A sense of envy couldn't help but arise in my heart.

Minglan was not Hai Da Niangzi's biological daughter, but the relationship between the Sheng family's brothers and sisters was truly close.

Sheng Changlin was taken aback by her sudden smile.

That smile, though brief, was like a crack opening in the dark clouds, letting in a sliver of bright light.

He then realized how rash he had been in exposing his shortcomings. He was used to joking around with his younger siblings at home, but now he had been impolite in front of outsiders, especially a young woman. His ears began to burn slightly.

"What should we do?" Minglan had no time to appreciate the subtle interaction; she anxiously looked around the stands.

She skipped over those she wasn't familiar with; she didn't have Yu Yanhong's audacity to strike up a conversation and arrange a sexual encounter with a stranger in public.

But after looking around, I realized that the people I was familiar with and who were good at playing ball, such as Brother Zhang and Brother Qin, were nowhere to be found.

Even the whereabouts of Qi's second brother are unknown.

Minglan stamped her foot in frustration, a nameless anger rising within her, and she couldn't help but blame Gu Tingye, who had just returned to the capital.

What a frivolous fellow!

She cursed inwardly, "He dares to accept invitations from just anyone. I hope he marries a strong wife someday, so he won't be a weak husband!"

Cursing aside, the current predicament still needs to be addressed.

Minglan took a deep breath and turned to Changlin: "If all else fails, Second Brother, why don't you come with me? Aren't you and Second Brother Gu old acquaintances? If you come with me, maybe he'll go easy on you out of consideration for our past relationship."

Upon hearing this, Sheng Changlin's face immediately fell: "Sixth sister, are you trying to push your own brother into a fire pit?" He rubbed his temples, "It's still early, I'll go find someone for you."

If all else fails, he can only privately talk to Gu Tingye and ask him to go easy on her. Otherwise, if he really helps someone else win away the girl's deceased mother's belongings, would he even be human?

As Sheng Changlin was speaking, he walked away. Coincidentally, just as he turned a corner around a flower stand, he ran into his fifth sister, Wei Lan, who was making porridge.

The little girl, dressed in a pale yellow shirt, was aiming her golf club, surrounded by several close friends, their laughter ringing out.

"Fifth sister, have you seen your third brother?" Changlin asked.

Hearing the voice, Wei Lan turned around, saw it was him, put away her golf club and walked over: "I saw him. Liang Liulang was injured earlier, and he helped take him home. Second brother, what do you need him for?"

Seeing that she was surrounded by young ladies, Sheng Changlin didn't want to speak loudly, so he pulled Wei Lan a few steps away and lowered his voice: "Among your close friends, is there anyone whose brother is good at polo and is here today?"

"What's wrong?" Vilan asked quickly when she saw his serious expression.

Changlin kept it brief, explaining that Minglan was now being forced to team up with Gu Tingye to help Yu Yanran retrieve her deceased mother's belongings.

Upon hearing that her opponent was Gu Tingye, Wei Lan's face turned serious: "This Second Brother Gu is so reckless! How could he get involved in something like this?"

"He probably doesn't know the details either." Changlin couldn't help but defend his friend: "If I really can't find him later, I'll quietly say a few words to him and ask him to go easy on me."

Vivian thought for a moment, then her eyes lit up: "If that's the case, then there are candidates."

As long as Gu Tingye is willing to go easy on them and not make the situation too ugly, more people will naturally be willing to step up.

She shoved the golf club into the maid's hand: "I'll go ask her for you."

She acted immediately, turning back to the group of young ladies playing with hammers.

But after asking just a couple of questions, the girls shook their heads like rattles when they heard that they were going to play polo with Gu Tingye. They waved their hands and backed away, and some even made excuses to slip away. Wei Lan didn't even have time to say that Gu Tingye might go easy on her.

"You..." Vivian's cheeks puffed up with anger, like a squirrel stuffed with pine nuts: "You're cowards before the battle even begins, you're as timid as mice! I misjudged you!"

In a fit of pique, she kicked a pebble away and turned to leave. With Yu Yanran on her mind, she didn't pay attention to her footing and stepped heavily on the pebble she had just kicked. She lost her balance and fell backward!

Is karma coming so quickly?

Vilan wanted to cry but had no tears.

"girl!"

The maidservant cried out in alarm.

In a flash, a gray-blue figure rushed forward from the side, pounced on the ground without hesitation, and used his back to cushion the fall of Vivian.

Vivian was still shaken, but fortunately she was not injured and was helped up by the magpie without any serious injury.

Only then did she see the person on the ground clearly; the front of their royal blue robe was covered in mud.

"Wang... Brother Wang?"

Wei Lan recognized Wang Lun, Ru Jin's cousin, who was temporarily staying at the Qin family's house. She felt both guilty and worried: "Are you alright?"

Wang Lun slowly turned over and stood up. Looking at the mess in front of him, his expression remained calm and gentle, even with a hint of a smile: "It's alright, it's alright, just some dirty clothes. I'm glad Fifth Sister didn't fall."

Wei Lan felt increasingly embarrassed. Everyone who came today was a prominent figure in Bianjing City, and they respected proper attire. Wang Lun was in such a disheveled state, and although he was trying to save someone, he was inevitably looked down upon.

But compared to her worries, Wang Lun didn't care at all, as if the mud on his body wasn't dirt but just a fallen leaf: "It's alright, I'll just change."

As he spoke, he walked toward the changing room.

"Brother Wang!" Wei Lan suddenly called out to him.

Wang Lun stopped and turned around, his eyes asking a question.

Vivian's eyes sparkled, like they were filled with shattered stars: "How...how good are you at polo?"

Wang Lun paused slightly, then said, "It's acceptable."

"That would be wonderful!" Wei Lan skipped over to him, clasped her hands together, and said earnestly, "Could you play a game of polo with my sixth sister? Although the opponent is Gu Tingye, as long as you don't hold her back, my sixth sister has a very good chance of winning!"

It means we can't win.

With such a carefree and composed nature, even if one loses, one will not be ashamed and indignant to the point of death, right?

Wang Lun: "..."

He looked at Wei Lan's expectant face, thought carefully about the words "don't hold her back," and after a moment, a gentle smile curved his lips.

"OK."