The life swap begins with Consort Hua becoming Lady Qin.

On that day, the two exchanged names.

When we met again later, we naturally started to greet each other, and sometimes we would even agree to run a few more laps together.

At this time, Qin Yanwan was still proud and didn't like to waste time talking to others. Lang Hua was not a warm-hearted person either. The two often rode side by side for a while, each going their own way, without disturbing each other.

After many visits, they gradually began to exchange a few words.

Later on, it went beyond just talking.

Langhua would occasionally bring some pastries from home.

Qin Yanwan would also reciprocate.

After a while, they started talking.

Both sides roughly understood each other's situation at home.

Langhua is alright, but she has matched the details in the original story. She knows that the eldest daughter of the Qin family, who will marry into the Ningyuan Marquis's mansion in the future, is still unmarried and has not yet married the heir of the Gu family. The Dongchang Marquis's mansion has not declined and is still one of the most prestigious families in the capital.

No wonder Qin Yanwan looked so extremely proud.

Qin Yanwan, on the other hand, was increasingly shocked the more he got to know Langhua.

She had already sensed something when she saw Langhua looking slightly dejected at the racetrack that day, realizing that the two might have some similarities, but she never expected...

So similar!

Both of them were the youngest daughters born of the principal wife in their families, ranking third.

She also has a biased mother and an older sister who is simply repulsive.

And a good-for-nothing second brother.

The only difference is that Langhua's father has become a third-rank official, the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, which is more promising than her own father, who only knows how to spend lavishly on a single item.

But his family was, after all, a marquisate, which was something the newly established Wang family could not compare to.

They each have their own strengths.

The more Qin Yanwan looked at Langhua, the more he felt as if he were seeing himself in her.

Therefore, he became increasingly intolerant of the injustices that happened to Langhua.

So on this day, she watched as Langhua pulled on the reins on the field, made a light and skillful turn, and sent the polo ball flying more than halfway across the field. Instead of clapping and cheering, she sneered.

"Who would have thought that someone who could hit such powerful polo shots would be such a coward?"

Langhua looked up at her.

Qin Yanwan, mounted on his horse, slightly raised his chin, his tone full of disappointment and frustration.

"Your older sister, anyone with eyes can see what kind of person she is, and how she treats you. You're not incapable of dealing with her, so why do you always give in to her, letting her act up in front of your mother and make you feel humiliated and miserable?"

Langhua heard this, but she wasn't angry. She simply gently pulled on the reins, letting the horse pace slowly a couple of steps on the grass, before speaking calmly:

"You said it yourself, she's my older sister. We share the same fate, whether it's one of us or the other."

Qin Yanwan almost laughed in anger upon hearing this.

"Very well, as expected of a daughter from a scholarly family, you have such a good temper." She said without any politeness, "You deserve to suffer like this your whole life!"

"not necessarily."

Langhua turned to look at her, her eyes calm, but a smile on her lips.

"The Wang family only has two daughters. She is already a well-known fool, so I must be a perfect person."

Qin Yanwan was taken aback.

Langhua spoke softly, as if she were talking about something perfectly ordinary.

"How could a perfect person like me publicly contradict my sister, making her lose face, disobey my mother, and cause her no joy?"

Qin Yanwan frowned as she listened.

"Then you'll just have to put up with it."

Her tone turned colder, and a surge of anger inexplicably rose within her.

They clearly see through things, and they're not without their own methods, yet they insist on using rules and dignity to restrain themselves, turning themselves into bodhisattvas. What's the point?

She even considered ceasing all contact with Langhua.

But the next moment, Langhua suddenly laughed.

"But there are things I can't do," she said, looking at Qin Yanwan, her voice clear and bright, "you can do them."

Qin Yanwan paused for a moment, then raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?"

Langhua didn't explain immediately, but simply turned her club slightly and looked at her with a half-smile.

"Yanwan, since you can't stand it, think of a way to vent my anger."

In return, I'll tell you a secret.

The wind blew across the meadow, lifting a wisp of hair from her temple.

"A secret that can save your life."

Her face was clearly extremely dignified and upright, yet when she spoke, there was an inexplicable seductive quality to it.

Qin Yanwan stared at her for a moment, then suddenly smiled too.

With her usual unrestrained and sharp edge.

"So you weren't as honest as you thought."

Langhua did not answer, but only smiled.

Qin Yanwan slung his club over his shoulder, spurred his horse closer, and asked in a low voice:

"How do you want me to make a move?"

Langhua lowered her eyes to look at a black ball rolling past on the ground, her tone indifferent:

"She is very concerned about her image and also very competitive."

"You just need to make her think that she has found my weakness, and she will naturally be eager to pounce on me."

"As for how badly it fell..."

She chuckled lightly: "Let's see how much she hates me and wants me dead then."

Qin Yanwan felt a surge of satisfaction upon hearing this.

There is no more delightful ending than seeing a fool trap himself and dig his own grave.

She narrowed her eyes and suddenly realized that the person in front of her was even more interesting than she had imagined.

After that day, Qin Yanwan would often find excuses to attend banquets with Langhua, waiting for the right opportunity.

However, scheming against fools is really not difficult, and soon, the opportunity arose.

On this day, a lady from the city held a chrysanthemum appreciation banquet.

There were many women at the banquet, and the hall was filled with dazzling jewelry. Even the laughter and chatter seemed more lively than usual.

Langhua was sitting quietly, not trying to attract attention, but an older lady saw her and praised her with a smile, saying that the second daughter of the Wang family was indeed well-deserved, beautiful and well-mannered. She also asked her if she had made some changes to the zither piece she played a few days ago, as the lingering sound was particularly unforgettable.

Her praise drew the attention of others, who began to murmur praises of the music she played that day.

Wang Ruoyu, who was sitting not far away, immediately looked displeased.

Qin Yanwan saw all of this, her eyes flickered slightly, and she suddenly picked up her teacup, walked to Wang Ruoyu's side, and sat down with a half-smile.

"Your younger sister is really something."

Wang Ruo was already furious when she heard this and sneered, "What's so great about him? He's just a show-off."

"Is that so?" Qin Yanwan slowly sipped her tea. "But from what I've observed, her greatest skill isn't showing off, but rather her ability to pretend and, more importantly, to take advantage of others' opportunities."

Wang Ruoyu was startled and subconsciously turned to look at her.

Qin Yanwan chuckled softly, "Didn't you notice? She's always like this. When others praise her, she lowers her head, pretending not to compete or fight for anything. If anyone is jealous and can't stand it, and exposes her or says a few fair words, she immediately becomes humble and sensible, making others seem narrow-minded and intolerant."

"She's best at this."

Wang Ruoyu was already seething with resentment, and hearing these words, recalling her father's attitude over the past six months, only fueled her anger. She gritted her teeth and said, "Isn't that right? I knew she was scheming!"

A faint hint of coldness flashed in Qin Yanwan's eyes, but his expression remained that of someone who had just seen through Lang Hua's true nature:

"Alas, what a pity. Even if we see her clearly, what can we do? We can only watch helplessly as she steals all the limelight with her appearance."

"I'll let it go. I'll take these days as a lesson and never dare to misjudge people again."

"You are pitiful. As the eldest sister of the same clan, you will be used by her like this for the rest of your life. If this continues, I'm afraid the whole capital will only know Miss Wang the Third and not you, the eldest legitimate daughter."

These words, though neither too harsh nor too mild, struck Wang Ruoyu's Achilles' heel.

Her breathing became heavy, and her hands gripped the handkerchief tightly.

Seeing this, Qin Yanwan remained unhurried, as if she were casually offering advice.