The life swap begins with Consort Hua becoming Lady Qin.

Princess!

The legitimate princess!

How could Wang Ruofu, who has lived for so many years, still have such good fortune?

"How...how can this be...?"

Stop laughing, you jerk!

Empress Fucha Langhua saw it all, but showed no displeasure whatsoever.

The position of Empress is indeed good; she is the mother of the nation, supported by the people, and second only to the emperor.

She just wasn't sitting properly or sitting still.

They failed to protect the children, and they also failed to truly secure any lasting peace for the Fucha clan.

A pang of sadness gripped her heart. She whispered her concerns: she wanted to live a second life in someone else's body and rekindle her relationship with her children. She couldn't bear to watch the other person go astray.

But Wang Ruofu, after listening, immediately said, "You are too pretentious and take yourself too seriously."

Fucha Langhua was taken aback.

Wang Ruofu, however, became more and more fluent as he spoke.

"What future prospects? A woman who marries has to manage the household and bear children, which is already difficult enough. It's not that we can't help our husband's family; if we can lend a hand, we will. But how broad are our shoulders? How much can we bear? Besides, doesn't your Fucha family have so many brothers and nephews? They eat the food of their family and enjoy the power of their family; it's their turn to make a future. If they can't, that's their incompetence, what does it have to do with you?"

"If we really expected you, a woman, to bring honor to the family, then why did we marry you off in the first place? Wouldn't it have been better to have you stay at home as a son-in-law, to be the head of the household and establish the family?"

These words were blunt and direct, yet they struck Fucha Langhua's heart like a heavy hammer.

"But the child," Wang Ruofu gritted her teeth, thinking of the Qing Dynasty's ridiculous practice of sending princesses to marry foreign rulers, and couldn't help but say, "You are indeed a bit weak. If it were me, I would rather risk my life than let anyone mistreat my daughter!"

She thought of her Hua'er.

Her firstborn daughter was sensible from a young age and always thought of her family. However, she was married into the Zhongqin Earl's Mansion, a den of wolves and tigers, and had to endure so many years of hardship and grievances for the sake of her sisters' reputation.

In the end, it was only thanks to Minglan and Gu Tingye that they were able to stand up straight.

Let alone the fact that she is going to become empress this time, even if it's just a matter of choosing again, she would rather overthrow the entire Sheng family than let her Hua'er suffer even the slightest grievance again!

Fucha Langhua stared blankly at Wang Ruofu, whose face was resolute, and after a long while, she suddenly smiled.

"you're right."

She said softly.

"Shall we switch?"

Wang Ruofu looked at her and nodded emphatically.

"Change!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two scrolls on the long table turned on their own without any wind, and a white mist suddenly rose up, engulfing the two of them like a tide.

-

Langhua was awakened by suffering.

Someone pinched her nose and forced her to drink bitter medicine.

She struggled to resist, but her arms felt weak and she couldn't muster any strength; her body was also burning hot.

In an instant, she realized that she probably had a high fever and that the person who gave her the medicine was trying to save her, so she stopped struggling and obediently drank the medicine.

"Third Sister is so good, she drank it all in one gulp, and she'll feel better after a good night's sleep and sweating it out."

A gentle female voice softly sounded in her ear.

After she finished drinking, someone gently wiped away the medicine stains from her lips.

Langhua was in a daze, only feeling herself being held in a soft, warm embrace and gently rocked.

She felt as if she had returned to her childhood, when she was cherished by her wet nurse.

I felt inexplicably at ease.

"Poor thing, my sister-in-law is heartless too."

Perhaps thinking she was fast asleep, the person holding her suddenly let out a soft sigh.

"Madam...you're here again. Third Sister is too young and really not suitable to go to the Northwest to be exposed to the wind and sand."

"The Northwest is not suitable." The woman holding her sneered, "You think it's suitable to send her all the way to Sichuan? When my elder brother was sent to the Northwest, he didn't say he would take her with him. She insisted on going with him. And to make matters worse, she took my elder sister and second brother with her, leaving our third sister behind."

"Hmph, does she think everyone doesn't know? It's nothing but her petty jealousy. She probably still holds a grudge about the difficult childbirth she had when she gave birth to Third Sister, which almost resulted in the death of both mother and child. Heavens above, you be the judge! Pregnancy and childbirth are inherently a life-or-death situation for women. If she was afraid of dying, she shouldn't have gotten pregnant in the first place! If we're going to find someone to blame, we should either blame the man who got her pregnant or blame ourselves for not drinking the contraceptive soup in time. How can we blame a child?"

The head maid hurriedly said, "Madam, you can't say things like that."

"I'll say it anyway!" The woman grew angrier with each word, but afraid of disturbing the child in her arms, she kept her voice down, though her pity and indignation were impossible to conceal: "What could a child know? Now that she's born, healthy and with good features, she doesn't care, trying to find ways to send her away. Fine, very well, it's good that she doesn't care. I was afraid of pain anyway and didn't want to have another child, so from now on, Third Sister will be my daughter!"

"Madam!"

The room fell silent.

The woman snorted coldly, still holding her and gently patting her to comfort her, but changed her words: "I was just joking. What kind of status do I have? How dare I compete with a noble lady for a daughter? Even if I can't stand her and like Third Sister very much, I wouldn't dare ruin her future and make her go from being a noble lady to the daughter of an ordinary commoner like me."

She paused, then her voice suddenly lowered.

"You've suffered so much."

That hand landed on her face once more, filled with utmost tenderness.

Langhua's heart suddenly softened.

The words Wang Ruofu had spoken in that vast white void echoed uncontrollably in my mind.

"In my whole life, apart from my Ru'er, it seems like no one has ever truly loved me."

no.

some.

(I originally wanted to write a side story about Sheng Hong to teach him a lesson.)

But then a brilliant idea struck him, and he had a better one.

Just write it in the main text.

This is also a way of making up for an idea that a reader mentioned before, but I saw it too late.

A new story is about to begin, so please don't abandon me!

For the ranking of titles, I've decided to use the Song Dynasty ranking system plus something like "Lang/Niang".

(The background follows the official rank system from the novel "The Story of Minglan")