The life swap begins with Consort Hua becoming Lady Qin.

Bianjing, the Prince's Mansion.

Wang Ruoyu was so sleepy that her eyelids felt heavy.

"It's just my sister coming home." She finally couldn't help but turn to her mother and complain in a spoiled tone, "Why did the whole family have to come out? People who know us know we're welcoming my sister, but people who don't know us would think we're welcoming our ancestors."

The Queen Mother glanced at her and said in a low voice, "Don't talk nonsense so early in the morning."

Wang Ruoyu pursed her lips.

Wang's father, who was standing nearby, noticed her expression and frowned. "Ruoyu, where have you learned your manners? Third Sister left home at a young age and has finally returned. We can't just be polite all the time. After your sister arrives, you mustn't talk nonsense anymore, lest you hurt our relationship."

These words weren't harsh, but upon hearing them, Wang Ruoyu's anger flared even higher.

Again.

Third Sister, Third Sister.

Over the years, whenever his third aunt is mentioned, his father always becomes more gentle and patient.

Today people say that Third Sister is quick to learn to read; tomorrow they say that Third Sister is calm and focused; and the day after tomorrow they say that Third Sister's calligraphy has a certain elegance.

Even a fool could see who the father valued most in his eyes.

But on what basis?

She was the eldest daughter who had always been raised by her parents, and she excelled in everything from manners and needlework to poetry and literature.

No matter how well she did, her father would at most give her a "good enough" comment, and would repeatedly warn her not to be arrogant or complacent.

When he arrived at Third Sister's place, he would repeatedly take out even a few casually written words in a letter and read them over and over again, praising them.

The more Wang Ruoyu thought about it, the more suffocated she felt.

That stifling feeling was mixed with a hint of jealousy and resentment that she herself was unwilling to admit.

She simply couldn't believe that a young woman who grew up in the countryside, in a merchant's family, could surpass her.

Who knows, when the carriage stops, a timid and uncouth country girl might get out. Then, how will Father save face?

Wang Ruoyu imagined that scene and couldn't help but feel a sense of pleasure, muttering to herself:

"I want to see just how many eyes and hands she has that you all value her so much."

The Queen Mother, who was closest to the Queen, heard this and frowned slightly. Just as she was about to offer some advice, someone came running in and reported, "My lord, Madam, the Third Miss has arrived. Her carriage has already passed the street corner."

One sentence made everyone in the courtyard straighten up.

The father quickly led everyone to the main gate.

Before long, the sound of wheels drew closer.

A blue-curtained carriage came to a steady stop in front of the Wang family's gate.

The first to come down was an elderly nanny, dressed neatly and behaving properly, clearly a mature person who had accompanied and taken care of them all the way.

After landing, she first turned around, lifted the carriage curtain, and then whispered something inside.

Everyone's gaze involuntarily fell on the gently swaying curtain.

Wang Ruoyu also stared intently.

The next moment, a fair and slender little hand touched the car frame.

Then, a little girl bent down and slowly walked out of the car.

Wang Ruoyu had been eagerly anticipating a laugh, but after just one glance, her expression faltered slightly.

There was none of the rustic, timid, or cowardly behavior I had anticipated.

The little girl was about ten years old. She was wearing a light green jacket with a white silk skirt. The colors were not very bright, but they made her look clean and fresh. Her hair was neatly combed and she didn't have many hair ornaments, just a pair of pearl flowers in the same color as her jacket. They were not flashy at all.

She got out of the car with steady movements, her feet landing lightly, her skirt swaying only slightly before she came to a stop.

Then she raised her head and looked at the crowd in front of the door, revealing a bright and pretty face.

Her eyes were exceptionally bright, her teeth were white, and her lips were red, making her a pleasant and comforting sight to behold.

A ten-year-old girl is far too young to talk about her appearance.

But just by standing there quietly, one could sense that this child possessed an inherent noble air.

It's not something that comes from piles of pearls and jade, nor is it something that's propped up by clothes and jewelry. Rather, it's a kind of nobility that is truly cultivated little by little through rules and vision.

For a moment, even the wind in front of the door seemed to still.

At first, the father was taken aback, but then a clear look of joy and satisfaction slowly appeared in his eyes.

it is good.

That's really good.

Over the years, although he often learned about Third Sister from his younger brother's letters, he had only heard of her by name and had never met her in person.

This encounter was even better than he had imagined.

Not frivolous, not stage-frightened, not timid.

At such a young age, he already possesses a remarkable demeanor, and not just any ordinary demeanor.

Rather, it is the kind of demeanor that only noble ladies from truly prestigious families, nurtured with at least a century of history, possess.

Even the Queen Mother was slightly taken aback.

She wasn't entirely without initial contempt.

No one knew her second brother's wife's personality better than she did.

To put it nicely, she's straightforward and decisive; to put it bluntly, she's a shrew!

This child has been raised by her for so many years. How much good can he learn from her every little thing?

Therefore, even though Yafuzi always praised the child to the skies in his letters, she only believed him to a certain extent.

But upon seeing the child, she realized that Ya Fuzi had indeed not exaggerated.

While the Queen Mother was surprised, the resentment that had been hidden in her heart for many years also faded a little.

Wang Ruoyu stood to the side, her face slowly freezing.

The timid look in her eyes and the hesitant, petty manner she had imagined were nowhere to be seen.

This girl from the countryside, setting aside her almost plain clothes, actually looked more like a lady from a wealthy family than I did!

Looking back, seeing her father's satisfied expression and her mother's noticeably gentler features, Wang Ruo felt a lump in her throat, and her fingernails involuntarily dug into her palms.

Meanwhile, Langhua stepped forward, lifting her skirt, and bowed to the Wang family members in turn.

"The daughter has met her father, mother, eldest sister, and second brother."

The simple movements she makes are both graceful and beautiful.

The father's eyes were filled with smiles, and his heart was warmed. He quickly said, "Get up, get up. You must be tired from the journey."

In just a few words, there was an obvious sense of closeness between them.

Wang Ruoyu stood to the side listening, feeling increasingly uncomfortable.

She opened her mouth almost instinctively, and said with a half-smile, "So you're the third sister. I never would have guessed. If I hadn't known you grew up in the countryside, I would have thought you were a daughter of some noble family in Bianjing."

The courtyard was quiet.

These words sound like a compliment, but they actually all point to her growing up in the countryside.

The father frowned slightly, his gaze turning somewhat somber as he looked at his eldest daughter, whom they had always doted on. He realized that he had been too lenient as a father.

Just as I was about to speak up to stop them, the youngest daughter, who had just returned, spoke up:

"Elder sister, you flatter me. Although Sichuan is far away, it is a place of outstanding people and beautiful scenery. My uncle and aunt have always been very good at raising me, and they would never dare to let me be impolite. Besides—"

Langhua paused slightly at this point, then turned to look at her father, her eyes revealing a perfect blend of affection and tenderness.

"My father passed the imperial examination at a young age, and his literary works and reputation are both top-notch. As his daughter, I should be even more strict with myself and strive not to disgrace the Wang family or my father."

Upon hearing this, Wang's father's eyes lit up slightly, and the smile on his face deepened.

Wang Ruoyu froze.

She originally intended to use the fact that she grew up in Sichuan to provoke her, to let her know that no matter how outstanding she was, she was still the daughter her father and mother had abandoned to grow up in the countryside, and could not compare to her own, so that she would show some weakness.

To everyone's surprise, she was not intimidated at all. Instead, with a single sentence, she tied Sichuan, the second wife, and her father to the same boat, making it seem as if her sarcastic remark was mocking her father.

She was somewhat embarrassed and was about to say something to save face when the Queen Mother spoke first.

"alright."

"Why are you saying all this while standing at the door after just getting back? Your older sister is always straightforward, and she just said it casually without any ill intentions. As her younger sister, you don't need to respond so explicitly every time. If people see this, they'll think that the Wang family has failed to raise its daughters properly and that the sisters are not getting along."