The life swap begins with Consort Hua becoming Lady Qin.

As she pondered these thoughts, her consciousness finally gave way, and she drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up again, the sunlight outside the window was already dazzling.

Langhua lay there with her eyes open for a moment before slowly turning her head to look around.

The room was spotless, and a celadon vase with a few unidentified small flowers was placed by the window.

A low table was placed against the wall, on which were neatly stacked sewing baskets and two half-open account books;

A small screen stands beside the bed, painted with landscapes in light ink, giving it a refreshing look.

It certainly can't compare to the Forbidden City.

The floor was paved with marble, and the place was solemn and magnificent, but there were no layers of curtains or shelves full of precious objects.

Yet it inexplicably brings a sense of peace and clarity to the mind.

As she was looking around, someone suddenly moved beside the couch.

It turned out that the woman who had been dozing off nearby had woken up and instinctively looked over at her. Seeing that she was awake, she quickly leaned over, first touching her forehead, and then her face lit up with surprise.

"The fever's gone!" She smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Third Sister, are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?"

Upon hearing the voice, Langhua immediately knew that this person was the aunt who had gently held her and spoken up for her last night.

She actually stayed by her side all night.

Langhua was slightly taken aback, but her stomach started growling loudly, much to her dismay.

Auntie immediately smiled and hurriedly got up to call out, "Lai Mama, quickly bring the warm rice porridge and two soft side dishes. Third Aunt is awake, thank goodness, she's finally awake."

As she gave her instructions, she kept glancing back at Langhua, worried that she might not be able to sit still.

Seeing how much she cared about her, Langhua couldn't quite describe the feeling in her heart.

An old woman came in carrying something. Aunt Wang brought porridge to feed her, and Langhua quickly reached out to take it, only to see a small arm.

White and tender.

But it's pitifully short.

She was taken aback for a moment, then belatedly lowered her head...

Such short legs, such a round belly.

Langhua: "..."

Langhua suddenly felt like laughing.

In that mysterious space, she spoke so solemnly and meticulously with Wang Ruofu, planning to get married and have children so that the Sheng family would never bully her again.

To his surprise, when he opened his eyes, he found himself to be a three-year-old child.

With such small arms and legs, they might not even be able to walk steadily, so what's the point of talking about Jin Ning and Jin Se, or Yong Lian and Yong Cong?

She couldn't help but sigh, but then she heard someone laugh and say, "How can such a young child have so many worries? Don't worry, don't worry. Even if the sky falls, your capable father will hold it up, as will your mother, and your uncles and aunts. You're just a little one, so just eat, sleep, and grow up well."

Langhua looked up, and her second aunt from the Wang family coaxed her with a smile, "Third Aunt, be good, eat some porridge first, and when you get better, your cousins ​​will take you out to play."

Langhua obediently opened her mouth and quietly swallowed the spoonful of rice porridge.

The porridge was soft, hot, and had a slight aroma of rice.

My aunt is very thoughtful; she carefully lets each bite cool down before feeding it to her.

They would also ask her if she wanted some side dishes.

Langhua shook her head and only ate rice porridge.

"Sleep a little longer, get plenty of rest, and you'll be able to get rid of the illness."

Langhua nodded and obediently lay down. Her aunt carefully tucked the blanket around her again and looked at her again and again. This little bundle of joy was truly adorable.

Langhua, however, felt a little embarrassed to face her undisguised tender gaze, so she turned over and faced inside.

She then heard the sound of Granny Lai pulling her aunt away, and she breathed a sigh of relief. But then she remembered something else.

Since she hasn't married Sheng Hong yet.

Since that voice said that no matter where she goes, what identity she becomes, or who she marries, she will only give birth to her own children.

Then why doesn't she find a better father for her child?

Langhua's eyes, which had previously looked sickly, gradually cleared up.

Just then, the sound of a wooden door creaking came from behind.

It seems that someone left and then returned.

Langhua subconsciously thought it was her aunt, so she quickly closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep, but she was not surprised by the light and delicate footsteps that came from behind.

Soft laughter and light breathing came from above.

She sensed something was wrong, opened her eyes and looked up, and saw a round head, about seven or eight years old, with delicate features and bright, intelligent eyes that couldn't be hidden.

Seeing her open her eyes, he grinned happily: "I knew my little sister was awake. What kind of young lady is like a little pig, always sleeping through the night?"

He quickly waved behind him.

Before Langhua could react to who he was, an even smaller head squeezed in, its chubby face flushed, clutching something tightly in its hand as if afraid of dropping it.

Langhua quickly sat up and took a step back.

"you……"

A thought flashed through my mind: it turned out to be my second uncle's two cousins.

The older one was named Wang Shiping, who was five years older than her, and the younger one was named Wang Shi'an, who was two years older than her.

Langhua pursed her lips. Although she recognized the two men, she couldn't bring herself to call them "brother" in front of the two children.

Fortunately, the two of them didn't come just to hear her call him "brother".

Wang Shiping tiptoed closer, opened his hand, and in his palm lay a perfectly pinched little flower with tender yellow petals and two green leaves beside it.

"This is for you, little sister. Get well soon."

Langhua's heart softened; she realized he was a kind and generous child.

She thanked him softly and was about to reach out to take it.

Not to be outdone, Wang Shi'an quickly stretched out his hand: "Me too, little sister, I caught you a wonderful treasure—"

Before he could finish speaking, the dark mass flicked its leg in his palm and its whiskers twitched.

Amidst Langhua's terrified gaze, it leaped onto the blanket in front of her.

A cricket, a big cricket!

"ah--"

"Wang Shi'an!"

A shout suddenly rang out.

The next moment, the curtain was suddenly pulled open, and Zhou Wanru rushed in. She saw the cricket on the bed and was so angry that her vision went black.

"You little bastard!" She grabbed Wang Shi'an and pulled him back, caught the cricket with her bare hands, threw it out the window, then turned back and picked him up again: "Your sister's fever just broke, and you're trying to scare her with a bug? Are you out of your mind?!"

Before Wang Shi'an could react, he had already received two heavy blows to his buttocks.

"Ouch!" He jumped up, clutching his bottom and wailing, "Mom! Mom! I didn't mean to scare my sister!"

"Still being stubborn?" Zhou Wanru raised an eyebrow, raising her hand to strike again. "Am I blind? All you do is raid bird nests and catch crickets all day long. You've practically plucked all the chickens in the backyard, and now you dare to cause trouble in front of your sister! She's sick; who's responsible if she gets frightened?"

Seeing his younger brother being beaten, Wang Shiping quickly hid the flowers behind his back and stood more obediently than anyone else, but he couldn't help but say a few words in defense of his brother: "Mother, Erlang just wants to be close to his sister..."

"Close?" Zhou Wanru turned and glared at him again: "You're no better! He's catching bugs, and you don't stop him? Is your head filled with tofu or mush? You're eight years old, and all you do all day is run around with your little brother. I think you two are both too sensitive!"

As she spoke, she casually picked up a feather duster from beside the couch, startling the two brothers, one dodging to the left and the other to the right.

The room erupted into chaos.

Lai's mother followed them in, skillfully blocking their way so the two brothers could escape the house, saying, "Madam, let it go."