The life swap begins with Consort Hua becoming Lady Qin.

Spring is deepening day by day.

The children in the orphanage became more and more unruly each day.

At first, Yuanbao would at least pretend to be polite in front of him, but gradually, she started to dare to tug at his sleeve and run to the back of the yard. Later on, she became too lazy to even perform the proper etiquette and would shout from afar, "Brother Li Liu!"

The little hands that grabbed his sleeves were dirtier each time.

The last time, it even had a small clump of dark brown stuff that it had just picked out of its nostril...

Seeing this, Zhang Maoze felt his hair stand on end and his whole body stiffen. He quickly reached out to stop him!

Zhao Zhen was not angry, but he could not hide his disappointment.

The dirtier the gold ingot is, the more it shows that the person who loves cleanliness the most is not here.

He looked around, scanning the corridor, the window, and the kitchen, but still couldn't spot that beautiful figure.

It's been the same every time I've come here.

Could something have happened to her family? But Wang Qing's complexion was still rosy, and when she argued with people in court, her voice was loud and clear, full of energy. She didn't seem to be in any trouble at all.

Or perhaps it's just bad luck today?

Just then, Yuanbao, who had been taken by Zhang Maoze to wash his hands, returned. He tugged at Zhang Maoze's hand and happily told him that he had learned a new grass knot and showed it to him.

Zhao Zhen looked down at the knot of grass, responding to it, but his mind was already wandering.

This was something she taught Yuanbao last time. Yuanbao was smart, but he was impatient and couldn't sit still, so she came up with the idea of ​​weaving grass knots to temper his temperament.

Ten grass knots can be exchanged for a small wooden sword.

She always taught her children with gentle words, utmost patience and meticulousness. No matter how impatient Yuanbao was or how many times he gave up halfway, she never got angry easily...

Zhao Zhen sighed softly.

I used to think that the most relaxing and carefree thing about this orphanage was the children.

Even though the courtyard was still just as lively as ever, he felt that something was missing.

On the way back to the palace, Zhao Zhen remained silent, clutching the straw knot that Yuanbao had forced upon him, not moving for a long time.

Zhang Maoze saw it all, but he kept his eyes down and pretended not to notice.

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Meanwhile, in Zhaoshui Pavilion, Langhua was writing a letter at her desk.

She was writing a letter to her aunt.

As usual, she first reported that she was safe and sound, then talked about the recent situation in the capital, the weather, the food, and that Yanwan's wedding was approaching. She also mentioned that she was preparing her dowry, and finally asked how her cousins ​​were doing, telling her not to worry too much about them.

She writes very slowly, stopping to carefully consider each sentence before picking up her pen again.

It's not about racking your brains to come up with a few sentences.

If she didn't do it this way, she feared that even if she filled the entire examination hall, she wouldn't be able to write down all the heartfelt words she wanted to say to her uncle and aunt.

She wrote ten full pages before putting down her pen and rubbing her wrist.

Seeing this, Yu Die quickly came over to help spread out the letter paper, waited for the ink to dry completely, and then put it into the envelope.

Langhua smiled slightly, letting the sensible and considerate Yudie do her work, while she walked to the small table by the window.

Several items were arranged on the table in order.

A pair of exquisitely crafted gold-threaded brooches, a jewel-encrusted box with auspicious patterns, and two bolts of bright Hangzhou silk.

These were all gifts she had prepared to give to Qin Yanwan as part of her dowry.

The marriage that Yan Wan arranged for herself may have looked glamorous on the outside.

Crown Prince of Yan.

Close relatives of the imperial clan.

Anyone who hears this would praise her as a woman of high social standing.

She didn't actually think highly of Zhao Xu.

It wasn't because he was absurd and frivolous.

Whether a man is frivolous or absurd, as long as he has some merit, and as long as a woman doesn't foolishly fall into the trap of love and retains a sliver of clarity, she can always slowly manage him. As she manages him, life will eventually become smoother.

Rather, it's because in the original story, this Crown Prince of Yan is the same Crown Prince who, dissatisfied with the fact that the Prince of Yong had more offspring and was made Crown Prince, conspired with Consort Rong to launch a rebellion.

Finally, he was shot in the chest by Gu Tingye and died on the battlefield.

...If she eventually marries Zhao Zhen and becomes empress, while the Prince of Yan still harbors treacherous intentions, then she and Yan Wan will inevitably have a life-or-death relationship.

She doesn't have many handkerchiefs.

Xi Yue was one in her past life, and Yan Wan is another in this life.

Although she had no intention of making this friend at first, nor did she intend to save her life from the fire she was already in.

But who can say for sure about relationships?

Since we've developed a relationship and both of us have given some sincerity, we should treat each other with care.

But perhaps she was worrying unnecessarily.

Langhua thought about it later.

The reason why the Prince of Yan and the Prince of Yong fought to the death in the original story was ultimately because Emperor Zhao Zhen had no son.

If in this life she could marry into the palace first and give birth to a child, the political situation would naturally change, and the ambitions of the imperial family members would have to be suppressed.

By then, regardless of whether it's the Prince of Yan, the Prince of Yong, or that Zhao Zongquan, they will all just be law-abiding princes of the imperial clan, unable to cause any more trouble.

Therefore, he didn't have to resort to a coup and rebellion, ultimately ending up being shot dead on the spot.

Therefore, it might not be a bad thing for Yanwan to get married early.

It's better than being dragged down by the Qin family and implicated by the Gu family, and finally having to become a concubine for my brother-in-law.

not to mention--

Her eyelashes drooped slightly, and her fingertips gently brushed against the box that was intended to be used to add makeup to Qin Yanwan's clothes.

At most two years later, the imperial court will have to collect the old debts.

At that time, the Ningyuan Marquis's Mansion and the Dongchang Marquis's Mansion will likely not fare well.

It would be a good thing if Yan Wan could extricate herself sooner.

As she thought this, the light in her eyes faded even further.

Just then, Ah Chang walked in, looking excited. When Lang Hua saw her, a smile also appeared on her lips.

She smiled and waved. Ah Chang stepped forward, glanced at the jade butterfly that was still drying ink, leaned close to Lang Hua's ear, and whispered a few words.

"I see."

A hint of a smile flashed in Langhua's eyes: "Go and prepare some hawthorn cakes. We'll go to the orphanage again tomorrow."

"Yes."

Ah Chang accepted the order and left with light steps.

Langhua turned around, and Yudie had already put all the letters into envelopes. Langhua picked up her pen and wrote the words "To Uncle and Aunt" for them.

He then instructed Yu Die, "Send this to my brother, along with the gift I prepared."

"Yes."

After Yu Die left, Lang Hua was left alone in the room again.

Looking out the window at the old plum tree, and thinking of the slightly melancholy words Ah Chang had reported when Zhao Zhen left today, her smile deepened.

Writing a letter to my uncle and aunt is a very important matter, but it shouldn't take several days.

These days, she has been deliberately reducing the number of times she goes to the orphanage, and even intentionally avoiding going with Zhao Zhen.

Everything in excess is as bad as deficiency.

Now that Zhao Zhen has already fallen for her, she should back down.

Things that are too easily obtained are not cherished by ordinary people, let alone by emperors.

She wanted him to remember her.

He needs to get used to looking for her first when he goes to the sales home.

She wanted him to gradually realize that the people there, the wind there, and the relaxation there were all inseparable from her.

Only in this way can those thoughts grow deeper on their own.

Thinking of this, Langhua's eyelashes drooped slightly.

As she was thinking, she suddenly heard footsteps outside.

Immediately afterwards, Yu Die lifted the curtain and came in, whispering, "Miss, the eldest young lady has arrived."