The life swap begins with Consort Hua becoming Lady Qin.

Langhua stared blankly at the scene before her.

In the past, let alone Changchun Palace, even in the Fucha Mansion, no one would dare to shout like this.

No one would chase and beat a child all over the house for such a trivial matter as being naughty, and do it so righteously and noisily.

Despite the commotion, she didn't find it annoying at all; on the contrary, she found it vibrant.

Zhou Wanru glanced back and saw that Lai's mother was staring blankly with her eyes open. She immediately shoved the feather duster into Lai's mother's hand, turned her face, and her voice instantly became incredibly soft.

"Oh dear, you scared our Third Aunt." She walked back to the bedside, bent down and smoothed the soft hair at her temples, becoming the same gentle aunt she had been before.

"Don't be afraid, Third Sister. Those two rascals just need to be disciplined. Auntie has to be a bit strict to keep them in check. But Third Sister is so well-behaved. Auntie loves you so much that she won't hit you."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a sobbing sound came from the doorway.

It turned out to be two brothers who had left and returned.

The one who felt wronged was Wang Shi'an, who had been beaten. He looked at his mother accusingly, but Zhou Wanru rolled her eyes and ignored him. No one knows a son better than his mother; every time she softened her heart, she only spoiled this brat, making him even more arrogant.

Don't be soft-hearted!

Wang Shiping strode in, gently placed the flower beside her pillow, and whispered, "Little sister, this doesn't bite. Keep it."

After saying that, she grabbed her younger brother and ran off in a flash.

The room was finally quiet.

Zhou Wanru looked at the little flower on her pillow and couldn't help but chuckle, though she still muttered, "Little brat, at least he's got some sense of what a big brother should do."

Langhua looked at the flower, and her heart stirred slightly.

She had brothers in her previous life, but the boys of the Fucha family were taught to be proper and polite from a young age. When they saw her, the only girl, they certainly loved her, but there was always a distance between them due to rules and boundaries.

I've never stumbled in like this, carrying flowers and catching crickets, trying so clumsily to make her happy.

That evening, my second uncle also returned.

Langhua had heard her aunt Zhou Wanru and Lai Mama talk about this second uncle during the day, and knew that his name was Wang Rucheng, the younger brother of Grand Tutor Wang. Although he did not pursue an official career, he had been educated since childhood. However, he did not have the talent for studying, so he chose to go into business as a second choice. Of course, because his eldest brother was rising step by step, he always kept it to a small-scale business, so as not to be labeled a merchant and hinder his brother's career.

Langhua originally thought that most business people were shrewd and sharp-eyed.

But when they saw the person, they were slightly taken aback.

Wang Rucheng was not yet thirty years old. He was fair-skinned, with delicate features, a slender figure, and a refined and elegant demeanor.

He spoke softly and slowly, like spring water flowing gently through a crack in a rock, the complete opposite of his aunt Zhou Wanru, who was always quick-tempered and could say three sentences in one.

Yet, when the couple stood together, they were an inexplicably well-matched pair.

He entered the room and asked his wife a few questions. After learning that his niece's fever had subsided, he walked to the bedside, leaned down to look at her, and smiled gently in his eyes.

"Third Sister, are you feeling better now? You look much better than yesterday."

Langhua saw that he still looked tired after a long day, but he still came to see her first.

Then it became clear that Wang Ruofu's concern for her second uncle and aunt was not without reason.

"Second Uncle," Langhua said softly, "I'm feeling better."

Wang Rucheng was taken aback at first, then his smile deepened, and he gently touched her forehead: "That's good."

Zhou Wanru watched from the side, feeling happy. She turned around and urged people to set out the meal, which was placed in Langhua's room.

Langhua had just recovered from her illness and was unable to get out of bed, so Zhou Wanru asked the kitchen to cook her a soft chicken porridge and steamed egg custard.

Fearing she might find it bland, he specially ordered a small dish of finely chopped pickled cucumbers to satisfy her craving, but not to let her eat too much.

The Wang brothers had just been scolded during the day, so they were behaving very well while eating, only daring to steal glances at her while burying their heads in their food.

Wang Shi'an's buttocks were still sore, so he sat crookedly, but he couldn't help wanting to get closer to her. In the end, he secretly took a piece of the tenderest fish belly from his own bowl and came over to put it on her small plate.

"Little sister, eat," he whispered.

Langhua stared at the fish on the plate, paused for a moment, and slowly raised her eyes.

By candlelight, everyone was gathered at the table.

She has a fiery and outspoken aunt who talks like she's scattering beans, a gentle and kind second uncle with warm eyes, and two cousins ​​who cause a ruckus but are clumsy in trying to get close to her.

The aroma of hot dishes, the clinking of bowls and chopsticks, Zhou scolding her son for being picky while picking at his food, and Wang Rucheng slowly urging her to eat more—all these sounds blended together, seemingly ordinary, yet they inexplicably whetted her appetite.

A bowl of overcooked chicken porridge was eaten clean.

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Two days later, Langhua felt her strength return.

Zhou Wanru was worried that she would catch a cold, so she kept her resting for two whole days before finally relenting and agreeing to let her go for a walk in the yard.

The weather was excellent that day; the sun was warm in the courtyard, the pomegranate tree branches were outstretched, and a bamboo couch and a small table were placed underneath.

Zhou Wanru was sitting under a tree checking the family's accounts.

She was calculating things very quickly.

With nothing to do, Langhua, at her age and still not fully educated, was afraid that picking up a book would make her seem like a monster. So she moved a small stool, sat under the pomegranate tree, and stared blankly at the tree.

In spring, the pomegranate tree has not yet borne fruit, only tender leaves. When the sun shines on the leaves, they become a bright green, and it is quite interesting to look at them for a while.

Just as I was lost in thought, half a face suddenly peeked out from the corner.

Wang Shiping beckoned to her furtively and whispered, "Little sister, come here, come quickly."

Langhua was taken aback. She looked around and saw that Zhou was looking down at the accounts and hadn't noticed them. So she slowly stood up and walked over, puzzled.

She had just approached and was about to ask what was going on when Wang Shiping suddenly grabbed her hand and ran away.

"I'll take you out to play!"

Langhua: ?

Before she could even react, she was being pulled forward and thrown about.

Heaven have mercy, she has never run like this in her entire life!

Her short legs were never very obedient to begin with, and now, being dragged along by eight-year-old Wang Shiping, she stumbled and fell all the way, running until she was almost out of breath.

"Slow down, slow down—"

She had barely managed to utter two words when Wang Shiping had already pulled her around the alleyway and led her to another open space.

Five or six children had already gathered there, both boys and girls, all dressed casually, but their faces were full of liveliness.

When they saw that Wang Shiping had actually brought his sister, their eyes lit up.

Wang Shiping was extremely proud of himself. He shoved her forward and announced smugly, "Look, this is my sister! Doesn't she look very fortunate? And look at her arms, aren't they just like I said, segmented like lotus roots? So beautiful!"

Langhua was panting from running when her little hand was suddenly shoved out. In the next instant, two or three dark little hands reached out and pinched the back of her chubby hand.

Langhua: ?!