The life swap begins with Consort Hua becoming Lady Qin.

Before she knew it, Langhua had turned ten. Her father had been back in the capital for more than three months, his job was settled, and the house was cleaned and tidy. He then sent a letter and three servants to welcome Langhua home.

On May 23, it was still early. Langhua stood in front of the door, held tightly in Zhou Wanru's arms, and didn't let go for a long time.

"I've put your favorite osmanthus cake and chestnut flour cake in the carriage. They were steamed this morning. If you get hungry on the way, just ask Granny Lai to get them for you."

Zhou Wanru's voice was choked with sobs, but she still forced herself to give instructions one by one: "If your back aches or your legs go numb from sitting for too long, tell the driver to stop and walk around. Don't try to tough it out. There are motion sickness pills in the small box. Take one if you feel nauseous. Don't sleep in the cold at night. If there's a draft in the window, have someone block it. Don't try to feel comfortable for a moment and then start coughing again."

She spoke quickly and rapidly, as if she could hold back her tears as long as she didn't stop.

The more Langhua listened, the more her nose stung, and her eyes slowly welled up with tears.

She couldn't help but look up and peer into the doorway.

The courtyard gate was half-closed, and it was quiet.

Zhou Wanru followed her gaze and immediately said, "Ignore those two brats."

She lowered her head and straightened Langhua's cloak collar again, her voice becoming even softer.

"When you get to Bianjing, don't be afraid, and don't be reserved. Our Third Sister is so kind; she's liked wherever she goes."

"If anyone dares to wrong you, don't keep it to yourself. Just write back. Your aunt will risk her life and crawl to Bianjing to support you."

"Auntie..."

Langhua finally couldn't hold back anymore, and large tears fell from her eyes.

Zhou Wanru, who had been holding back, immediately burst into tears upon seeing Langhua cry. She hurriedly reached out to wipe Langhua's tears, scolding her as she did so, "Why are you crying? Today is a good day. You're going back to Bianjing to go home, to enjoy life. Why are you crying like this... Oh, my child, don't cry, don't cry..."

Granny Lai, standing beside her, also wiped away her tears. After holding back her tears for a while, she whispered a reminder: "Madam, if we don't leave now, we might not make it to the next post station today."

One sentence made both of them want to cry even more.

Zhou Wanru hugged Langhua tightly again, and after a long while, she steeled herself and gently pushed her towards the carriage.

"Good child, go quickly."

Langhua was pushed forward two steps by her, but before getting into the carriage, she couldn't help but turn back.

Wang Rucheng had been standing by her side the whole time, his eyes already red, but he was holding back his tears. When she turned around, he forced a smile and said softly, "Third Sister, take good care of yourself when you get to Bianjing."

Langhua looked at them, then suddenly lifted her skirt, knelt down solemnly, and kowtowed deeply to the two elders.

"Langhua thanks Uncle and Aunt for their nurturing and love over the years."

"You child..." Zhou Wanru's tears were even more unstoppable, but she didn't bother to wipe them away. She quickly reached out to pull her up: "Why are you kowtowing for no reason? Get up quickly, the ground is cold."

Wang Rucheng quickly bent down to help her up, the fragile calm in his eyes finally shattered, and his voice became hoarse: "Good child, get up, get up."

Langhua gave the two of them a deep look.

With a heavy heart, I boarded the carriage.

The person who accompanied her to Bianjing was Granny Lai.

As soon as Granny Lai got into the carriage, she handed her a handkerchief with red eyes and said softly, "Don't be sad, young lady. There will be many more days to meet in the future."

Langhua clutched her handkerchief, nodded, but stubbornly resisted the urge to lift the carriage curtain.

She knew that once she lifted the lid, she wouldn't want to leave.

The wheels rolled slowly, rolling over the bluestone slabs in front of the door.

The gate and eaves of the Wang family's courtyard gradually receded into the distance.

Just then, a flurry of footsteps suddenly came from inside the door.

Immediately afterwards, two figures rushed out one after the other.

"younger sister!"

"Sister, don't go!"

Langhua shuddered and immediately gripped the handkerchief on her knees.

Outside, Zhou Wanru was also startled by the sudden turn of events and hurriedly reached out to stop them, but only managed to grab her youngest son.

Wang Shi'an stumbled as she pulled him, his face already streaked with tears. He struggled to keep moving forward, crying his heart out.

"Why should we let your sister leave! It's not like we can't afford to raise her!"

"Father is bad! Mother is bad too! Neither of you wants your sister anymore!"

These words were like knives, piercing Zhou Wanru's heart. She was already struggling to hold back her tears, and now that he was crying, her own tears fell. She was so angry that she raised her hand and slapped her youngest son's bottom twice.

"You damned debt collector, what do you know?!"

"Your sister will have a bright future if she goes to Bianjing. What good will it be if she stays in Sichuan? Is it your father who is more promising, or the two of you who are more promising and can support her in the future? She wants to go back to be an official's wife, she wants a respectable future. Do you think she can stay here and act crazy with you for the rest of her life?"

Wang Shi'an cried even harder after being beaten.

Wang Shinian stood to the side, his eyes red as he stared at the departing carriage for a long time. Suddenly, he wiped his face, gritted his teeth, and shouted:

"No matter how you put it, you adults value that damned fame and fortune more than a family reunion!"

"Fine, it's just a title or honor!"

"I'll show you!"

Inside the carriage, Langhua was unaware of her eldest cousin's boastful words.

She simply closed her eyes slowly, silently repeating each word to herself:

There's no need to look back, and there's no way to look back.

Her trip to Bianjing was for the hope of a better reunion with them in the future.

Or, she would return to Sichuan in great style.

Alternatively, she could bring her uncles, aunts, and cousins ​​to the capital in a grand and impressive manner.

They will surely meet again in this lifetime.

She certainly wouldn't be like Wang Ruofu in the original story, who never saw her uncle and aunt again throughout her life.