The life swap begins with Consort Hua becoming Lady Qin.

Very few people can still like the First Lady Qin after reading about the life of the Second Lady Qin.

If it weren't for her various self-destructive actions after marrying into the Ningyuan Marquis's mansion, which ruined the reputation of the Qin family's unmarried daughters, why would Xiao Qinshi, who was also a legitimate daughter, have been unable to find a husband for so long and have become an old maid?

She could only grit her teeth and marry into the Ningyuan Marquis's household as his second wife after her death.

It can be said that the tragedy of Xiao Qinshi's entire life originated from Da Qinshi's willfulness and selfishness.

But at this moment, Nian Shilan's feelings towards Da Qin Shi were more than just dislike.

After the fragmented and repressed memories of Xiao Qinshi surged like a tidal wave, Nian Shilan felt a tightness in her chest.

It was disgusting.

In the original story, after Da Qinshi married into the Ningyuan Marquis's mansion, she used her illness as a shield. Her method of dealing with her mother-in-law was not a spur-of-the-moment decision or a flash of inspiration.

Rather, the signs were evident from a young age.

In Xiao Qinshi's memory, her eldest sister Qin Nanyan's frail and delicate figure always occupied the center of her parents' attention.

No matter how hard she and her second brother tried to get closer to their parents, they could never surpass their eldest sister.

If Madam Qin coughed even once, the entire household would hold their breath.

A single furrow of the brow could make a mother's heart tremble.

As for Madam Qin, as the second daughter, she was also seen by others as the noble and privileged legitimate daughter of the Marquis's mansion.

When she was in front of Madam Qin, she seemed to be nothing more than a worthless maid.

When new materials are acquired, the eldest Qin family always gets to choose first, and only then does the youngest Qin family get a chance to pick the rest.

The pastries were exquisite, but Da Qinshi had a poor appetite and would only take one bite before putting it down. If Xiao Qinshi ate more than one piece, her mother would say, "Good girl, your sister didn't eat much. It seems the pastry chef didn't put enough effort into making them. Let's not eat any more."

Even so, her eyes seemed to say that it was a sin for her to eat even one more bite.

They studied and practiced calligraphy together. If Da Qinshi didn't finish writing the calligraphy or write down the articles in a day, she shouldn't have done so either.

Because they are all children born to the same parents.

But she is healthy.

They grew up skipping and jumping around, carefree and without a care in the world.

How can I face my sister, who was frail and sickly and was diagnosed by doctors as having the appearance of premature death while she was still in her infancy?

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Nian Shilan clenched her fingers tightly in her sleeve, her nails almost digging into her palm.

Those memories seemed alive, stirring up wave after wave of intense emotions within her.

Feeling wronged, helpless, depressed, and in pain.

It eventually vanished like smoke.

All that remained was Nian Shilan's own anger.

In the palace, Nian Shilan fought against Zhen Huan, the Empress, and those cunning and ruthless women. She had never seen such petty and despicable behavior that was so unseemly yet disgusting and like a leech!

To monopolize all of her parents' attention? To make her pick up things she doesn't want?

dream!

She, Nian Shilan, always fought and snatched her own things. Anyone who dared to let her pick up the leftovers, she would chop off their hand!

Just then, a series of light, hurried footsteps came from behind, accompanied by a familiar, tearful cry: "Sister! Sister, wait for me!"

Nian Shilan paused, but did not turn around.

Qin Nanyan caught up, lifting her skirt, slightly out of breath. Her eyes were even redder than when she was in the main hall, and tears rolled down her fair cheeks, truly a picture of a pear blossom in the rain.

She reached out to grab Nian Shilan's sleeve, but Nian Shilan deftly dodged her by turning to the side.

"Sister..." Qin Nanyan's hand froze in mid-air, her voice even more mournful: "Are you still angry with your older sister? The incident at the lotus pond was truly an accident. I wish I had fallen in myself... The way you speak to Father and Mother now, and even say you want to learn those rough riding and archery skills, isn't that just making them worry? Wouldn't it be better if we sisters studied music, chess, calligraphy, and painting together, and lived in harmony? If you don't like your older sister, I'll just stay away from you from now on..." As she spoke, she picked up her handkerchief to wipe away her tears, her shoulders trembling slightly, as if she had suffered a great injustice.

Nian Shilan slowly turned around, her bright and sharp eyes scrutinizing Qin Nanyan from head to toe. Her gaze was like a cold knife, scraping over every inch of Qin Nanyan's feigned weakness.

"I don't understand what you're saying, sister." Nian Shilan sneered, "I said in the hall just now that riding and archery are one of the six arts of a gentleman. How can you call it crude? Do you think you're more refined and elegant than a saint?"

Qin Nanyan's face paled, and she hurriedly explained, "That's not what I meant..."

"What does that mean?" Nian Shilan interrupted her directly, continuing to ask rudely, "Do you think the late Empress was rude? Or that the late Emperor was blind to talent? Or do you think that I was born to follow behind you, picking up the things you didn't want, learning what you left behind, and that's what it means to be sensible?"

"You..." Qin Nanyan was speechless, choked by the blunt and sharp question, and even forgot to shed tears.

"elder sister."

Seeing Qin Nanyan's maids and servants catching up behind, Nian Shilan lowered her voice, but her eyes remained cold.

"Unlike me, you're as strong as an ox. You're weak and your lifespan is limited. You should stay in the hospital as much as possible. Rest in your room, take your medicine, and read some self-cultivation poems. Maybe you'll live longer."

"As for me, God gave me this healthy and long-lived body, so I will use it to live freely and unrestrainedly in this world."

"We are not on the same path, so there's no need to bother each other any further."

"you!"

Knowing you are physically weak and being cursed to die young are two different things.

Qin Nanyan was both angry and anxious, tears streaming down her face. She even forgot the proper etiquette of a well-bred young lady and pointed her finger at Nian Shilan.

Nian Shilan snorted coldly and turned to leave.

Before leaving, she dusted off her skirt and muttered, "Bad luck!"

"Young lady, what's wrong, young lady?"

"Quickly, go and fetch Doctor Liu!"

The old woman's panicked cries came from behind, and the place quickly descended into chaos.

Nian Shilan quickened her pace, and her maids hurriedly followed her, their faces showing either a dazed or fearful expression.

In a daze, I couldn't believe that I had heard the third sister curse the eldest sister for having a short life.

What I was terrified of was that if I walked even a little slower, I would get into trouble.

But what no one expected was that after rounding a rockery, their third daughter uttered another outrageous statement:

"A bitch is just being pretentious!"