The life swap begins with Consort Hua becoming Lady Qin.

Wang Rucheng turned around and showed the letter to Zhou Wanru.

Zhou Wanru was originally planning with great interest how to save up her savings over the years and set aside a sum of money to give to Langhua as a private stash. When a girl gets married, the more money she has in her dowry, the better. Even if Third Sister is going to marry into the palace and has nowhere to spend her money, it won't stop her from giving it to her.

She was not happy when her husband disturbed her, but when she opened the letter and saw the words "divorce letter" on it, she was stunned for a long time, just like Wang Rucheng had been before.

Finally, he reluctantly admitted, "Only my eldest brother is somewhat sensible."

Wang Rucheng sighed and resealed the letter: "Who says otherwise?"

After thinking for a while, Zhou Wanru told Langhua about it.

After listening, Langhua remained silent for a long time.

Wang's father may not have been an excellent father, but he was certainly the most clear-headed and calm head of the family.

She knew that people's hearts could change, and she also knew that once she truly entered the palace and became empress, all her relatives could become knives used by others to stab her.

So he took the hilt of the knife beforehand.

Even if it means sacrificing over twenty years of marital affection, they would not hesitate.

This decisiveness and thoughtfulness may not necessarily be parental love.

But she did indeed benefit from it.

Hey.

It's a complete mess.

She can hardly keep track of it anymore.

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The house was quickly settled.

The house wasn't too far from the Wang family's, just two streets away. It was quiet and peaceful, with three courtyards and a sizable garden.

After Zhou Wanru looked at it, she complained that it was too small here and too old there, and kept finding fault with it. But she turned around and urged Wang Rucheng to sign the contract quickly, as if she was afraid that if she was a step too slow, someone else would snatch it away.

The money was already prepared, and the broker knew they were from an official family, so he dared not be negligent. In half a day, the transfer was completed, and all the contracts were in order.

Once the house was settled, the second wife prepared to move out.

Langhua naturally had to move as well, along with the female officials and maids from the palace.

Before leaving, she went to the main courtyard to say goodbye.

The father sat at the head of the table, watching her walk in respectfully, and then watch her kneel down and solemnly kowtow three times to him.

Langhua lay prostrate on the ground, her voice soft: "Take care, Father."

The father's throat tightened slightly, and his eyes were glistening with tears.

He looked at the daughter before him, who was no longer his own, and after a long while, he slowly said, "Go."

"From now on, I will live a good life."

These words sound ordinary, yet they seem to carry a heavy weight of unspoken apologies and wishes.

Langhua felt a pang of sadness, and when she looked up, her eyes were slightly red.

"Father, please take good care of yourself as well." She said earnestly, "There are always official matters to handle, and there are always things to do in the world. Only by taking care of your health first, and living a long life, can you accomplish more."

Wang's father paused for a moment, then smiled and nodded.

"Okay, Father has remembered."

Langhua bowed again, then rose and left.

But when she reached the door, she stopped in her tracks.

The daughter and her father didn't spend much time together to begin with, and now she's been transferred to the second wife's household and moved out with them. In a while, she'll be entering the palace as empress, and her father will become her nominal uncle.

With the separation of etiquette and the palace walls, there would likely be very few visits between them afterward.

She couldn't help but look back.

Looking over, he saw the father turn to the side and wipe his eyes with the corner of his clothes.

Unexpectedly, she suddenly turned around, and he paused, showing a rare moment of helplessness. He quickly shook his sleeves, cleared his throat, and muttered in a complaining tone, "The wind is... a bit too strong today."

But the windows inside were tightly closed, so where was the wind coming from?

Langhua didn't expose her, but silently bowed again and quickly left.

Back in the carriage, she sat quietly for a long time.

In this lifetime, I must find a way.

Don't let him die in office again.