The life swap begins with Consort Hua becoming Lady Qin.

The two of them talked back and forth, and the more they talked, the more bleak their future seemed.

The more they talked, the more outrageous and blasphemous it became.

Wang Shi'an: "If you ask me, I wish my uncle hadn't become an official."

Wang Shinian immediately chimed in, "That's right! Then Father can acquire a few more shops, and the two of us brothers can expand our business, making it big and strong, all the way to Bianjing (Kaifeng), becoming the wealthiest merchants in the land!"

A cold laugh came from behind.

"So, your uncle was in your way?"

Wang Shinian was engrossed in his speech when, without turning his head, he blurted out, "Isn't that right—"

His words came to an abrupt halt, and at the same time, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

The two brothers stiffened their necks and slowly turned their heads.

Wang Rucheng stood behind the two men, holding a rattan cane in his hand, his smile completely gone.

The next moment, a series of wails echoed through the courtyard.

Langhua stood under the eaves, watching this scene, and finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.

But there was a clarity in his eyes that was completely out of character for his age.

Actually, what my cousins ​​said might not be entirely nonsense.

Of all the generations of the Wang family, only Wang's father was truly able to study hard, enter officialdom, pass the imperial examinations, and rise rapidly in rank.

Even in the future... he might die in office and be honored with a place in the Imperial Ancestral Temple.

That is naturally the highest level of dignity for civil officials.

But while it may look respectable, how much practical benefit does it actually leave for the children?

People leave and the tea cools; this is simply the way things are in the world.

After Wang Ruofu's father, all of Wang Ruofu's brothers and nephews were of mediocre talent.

Even if the second wife truly went into business, she would no longer be a hindrance to the first wife.

However, by then, without the support of his eldest uncle, who was an official in the capital, the second branch's business in Sichuan might not be as smooth and prosperous as it is today.

The two Wang brothers were never obstacles for each other, but rather truly relied on each other.

The long-awaited weighing of pros and cons made Langhua realize that she had already spent most of her time in Shu.

In the original story, Wang Ruofu returned to Bianjing at the age of ten.

At that time, the king's father had already become a fourth-rank official in the capital and was highly regarded, with the third rank within reach.

It is far superior to the likes of Sheng Hong.

And she...

We must find a suitable candidate before the king's father passes away.

Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to leverage the power of their father.

The thought, once it arose, was like a needle, gently piercing the layer of gentle tranquility that had shrouded her heart for so many years.

From that day on, Langhua became even more considerate and attentive to her uncle and aunt, and to her two younger cousins.

She would move a small stool over to sit with Zhou Wanru while she did needlework, and help her tidy up the loose threads.

When Wang Rucheng's eyes ached from looking at the account books, she would obediently bring him a cup of warm water.

She would also secretly slip a piece of candy into the hands of her two cousins ​​after they were beaten, reminding them of the love and care their uncle and aunt had for them.

While rubbing his bottom, Wang Shi'an was moved to tears, saying, "My dear sister, you're the best."

Wang Shinian nodded in agreement: "From now on, if you say east, I will never go west."

Langhua simply smiled upon hearing this.

She thought that if she was going to leave eventually, she wanted to make them all happy before she left.

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Northwest, official residence.

Mr. Wang strode into the house, holding a newly opened letter in his hand, a rare genuine smile on his face.

The Queen Mother was examining new embroidery patterns she had prepared for her eldest daughter under the lamp when she saw him looking at them and asked with a smile, "Did your second brother write a letter?"

"Yes," Wang's father replied. Before even changing out of his official robes, he sat down in front of her. "Madam, my second brother said that Third Sister is quite gifted in reading and writing. She grasps things quickly and learns very fast. Although her handwriting is still immature, it already has a certain structure. My second brother also said that when the old teacher lectures, she can remember two sentences after hearing one, and her answers are also logical and coherent, unlike ordinary children."

The father was truly delighted. For so many years, his eldest daughter's stubbornness and his eldest son's mediocrity had almost driven him to despair.

Unexpectedly, this talent was passed down to the youngest daughter!

Just pass it down, just pass it down!

The Queen Mother's expression froze for a moment.

The stiffness was extremely short, so short that it was almost as if the candlelight had flickered. But how could her father, who had been her husband for many years, not notice it?

The smile on his lips faded slightly, and his gaze calmed down.

"lady."

The Queen Mother immediately smiled and said, "This is a good thing. Third Sister is truly blessed."

Wang's father looked at her, but he was not at ease.

He knew that the knot in his wife's heart was still untied.

He paused for a moment, softened his tone, and said gently, "Madam, what happened back then cannot be blamed on Third Sister. It was my fault, if it weren't for—"

"Since Third Sister has such talent," the Queen Mother interrupted him directly, "then we should not waste her time."

The father was taken aback.

The Queen Mother said softly, "There's no need to rush to invite that female tutor I found for you, Madam. I can teach her flower arranging, tea ceremony, incense burning, and needlework myself. As for Madam San, since she has such a talent for reading and writing, we should focus on her first. Why not spend more money to send this female tutor to Sichuan to teach Madam San for a few years?"

These words couldn't be more appropriate.

Upon hearing that his youngest daughter was exceptionally gifted, he immediately began planning and arranging for her, preferring to let his eldest daughter, who was always by his side, suffer rather than let his child's talent go to waste.

How can she not be considered a loving and compassionate mother?

But when the father looked at her, he felt only helplessness.

However, he couldn't bring himself to say it outright, so he simply went along with her words, saying, "You've thought it through very well. Then when I reply to my second brother, I'll mention this matter as well."

The Queen Mother nodded and said nothing more.

The room was quiet for a while, except for the soft popping of the lamp wick.

The father looked down at the letter again and suddenly smiled.

"The letter also said that Third Sister wanted to change her name."

The Queen Mother raised her head, her brow furrowing slightly: "Change your name? Change it to what name?"

"Langhua." When the king's father uttered these two words, there was a hint of admiration in his tone: "Langhua is a blessed land, a shining example of women."

After hearing this, the Queen Mother frowned even more deeply.

"Why change your name for no reason? Why bother with this name? It's too heavy."

Instead, Mr. Wang said, "I think it's great; it shows that the child has ambition."

At such a young age, San Niang already knew about the Langhuan Paradise and understood the brilliance of women, which shows that she had truly absorbed her studies and that her knowledge went far beyond simply recognizing a few characters.

Besides, he and his brother chose their own names after enrolling in school.

Although the name given by elders should not be changed lightly, Third Sister is different after all.

She is the only one among his children who has clearly inherited his intelligence, so it is understandable that she would have such ambition and want to give him a grander, brighter name.

The more Wang's father thought about it, the more he felt that the child had some of his own characteristics.

Seeing his satisfied expression, the Queen Mother understood perfectly well what was going on.

She pursed her lips, ultimately deciding to remain silent and simply said, "If you think it's good, then so be it."

Although he verbally agreed, he couldn't help but subtly purse his lips inwardly.

What is ambition?

This child has clearly become too carefree.

Having stayed in Sichuan for so long, she even considered changing her name. Who knows if she has even forgotten whose daughter she belongs to?

Now it's just a name change; in the future, it might even have to change its roots.