The life swap begins with Consort Hua becoming Lady Qin.

Lin Qinshuang was shocked as she held the child. But when she saw his face, her pupils constricted, her grip on the child tightened, and she instinctively turned and left.

But Wei Jing'an was faster, grabbing her wrist in one go.

The palm was burning hot, and the force was so strong that it made her body tremble.

"Shuang'er, it's you."

He stared at her intently, then called her name again with certainty, as if to confirm something.

But soon, his gaze fell on the child in her arms.

Perhaps because he was eager to return to his mother's embrace, the child gradually stopped crying, only opening his wet eyes and looking timidly at the uncle who had saved him.

Wei Jing'an seemed to be captivated by those eyes.

He stared intently at the child, his chest heaving rapidly, and even the hand holding Lin Qinshuang's was trembling slightly.

"elder brother!"

Wei Shuyi finally squeezed through the crowd and caught up. When she saw the blood on his arm, her face changed.

"Brother, you're hurt!"

Wei Jing'an acted as if he hadn't heard.

Wei Shuyi was both anxious and flustered, and hurriedly looked at Di Yong beside him: "Second Brother Di..."

Di Yong frowned, first glancing at Wei Jing'an, then at the blood gradually accumulating on the ground, and said in a deep voice, "The wound is not shallow, we need to go to the clinic immediately."

"Brother!" Wei Shuyi called out to him again.

Wei Jing'an remained unmoved, his eyes fixed on the mother and son in front of him.

Wei Shuyi only belatedly realized that something was wrong.

She followed her brother's gaze and saw that the young woman was holding a small child in her arms.

The little boy was only two or three years old, with very beautiful features. Tears were still on his cheeks, but his nose, eyes, and even his timid yet stubborn expression bore an uncanny resemblance to his older brother.

Wei Shuyi's heart skipped a beat.

She looked at Lin Qinshuang again.

The woman's hair was slightly disheveled, her eyes were red-rimmed, and her face was still wet with tears. She looked so delicate and pitiful that even in her flustered state, one couldn't bear to criticize her.

She seemed to suddenly understand something, and her hand holding the handkerchief slowly tightened, without saying another word.

Lin Qinshuang also saw the blood on Wei Jing'an's hands.

Blood seeped from his torn sleeve, staining half of his arm red, then trickling down his wrist, even soaking the hand that was holding hers.

Her eyelashes fluttered, and the next moment, tears fell without warning, landing on the back of Wei Jing'an's hand that was holding her.

Wei Jing'an froze for a moment.

Lin Qinshuang looked up at him, her voice soft and trembling: "Anlang, let's go see the wound first. If you keep holding me like this, I can't run away. Let's bandage the wound first, and we can talk about other things later."

Wei Jing'an looked at her and finally nodded.

But his hand still didn't loosen.

The nearest clinic is just around the corner.

Di Yong handed the thief who was selling flowers over to the arriving guards, gave them a few brief instructions, and then went with them.

Wei Shuyi led Wei Yule, who was too frightened to speak, and followed behind.

At this moment, Fang's mother also came to her senses. Seeing that Lin Qinshuang was being held tightly by Wei Jing'an and was still holding the child, she was clearly anxious but did not know what to do. She could only reach out to take Changfeng first.

Lin Qinshuang did not refuse.

When they arrived at the clinic, during the application of medicine, Wei Jing'an was still reluctant to let go of Lin Qinshuang, at most changing his action from grabbing her wrist to holding her hand.

The doctor had no choice but to let him be.

Once the wound was finally bandaged and the doctor had left, Wei Jing'an couldn't wait to ask, "Shuang'er, is this your child with me?"

In an instant, the clinic became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Fang's mother suddenly tightened her grip on Changfeng's hand.

Although Wei Shuyi already had a guess in her heart, she still couldn't help but hold her breath when she heard her brother ask it.

Wei Yule was yawning, but upon hearing this, she forgot to close her mouth and just stared blankly at Lin Qinshuang.

Lin Qinshuang felt a chill run down her spine. After a long while, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and a tear rolled down her cheek.

Then, she nodded very, very slightly.

Before Wei Jing'an could even show a look of ecstatic joy, she whispered, "Anlang... Feng'er is your child, but there are some things I really don't know where to begin. Just focus on recovering, and I'll come see you again tomorrow to give you an explanation, okay?"

As she spoke, she gently moved her hand, as if trying to pull it out of his palm.

But Wei Jing'an's hand remained motionless, and the stubbornness in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

Lin Qinshuang was in a dilemma when she heard him say again, "If you're in a dilemma, then I won't say anything."

His voice was a little hoarse, but his tone was the most decisive he had ever been since they met.

"As long as the three of us stay together happily and never separate again, I don't need any explanation."

Lin Qinshuang was stunned.

I felt my heart truly stir inside my chest.

but……

Lin Qinshuang glanced at Wei's two younger sisters standing to the side.

Both young ladies were beautiful, with features somewhat resembling Wei Jing'an's. However, their attire was completely different from when they first met Wei Jing'an, who was dressed in thin clothes and starving on the street. Although the fabric was not ostentatious, it was soft and close-fitting. The fur on the cloak and hood was not of pure color, but it was thick.

And then there's the man who just subdued the thugs; his movements were swift and decisive, and his aura was far beyond that of ordinary soldiers.

All signs indicate that Wei Jing'an is no longer the same person he once was.

He now holds an official position and has a promising future; he is a truly promising young man.

Back when Wei Jing'an was in humble circumstances, she was afraid of being entangled with him and having no peace.

Now that he has official rank and power, once he learns the truth of what happened back then, and knows that he was audacious enough to deceive him and steal his seed, who knows if he won't be furious and seek revenge?

As for taking advantage of Wei Jing'an's lingering feelings for her, why not simply marry him with her son?

Less likely.

Feng'er has already taken the surname Xu.

Over the years, she has received genuine love from her mother, who has treated her as her own daughter, making her a true daughter of the Xu family.

The bond between the mother and daughter, and three generations of the family, has grown stronger with each passing year over the past three years.

If she were to change her surname and return to her ancestral home with Feng'er at this time, Madam Xu might not stop her, but she would inevitably feel cold inside.

Moreover, a man's feelings are always just a mirage, like a flower in a mirror or the moon's reflection in water.

Today you see such sincerity, but what about tomorrow?

Let's talk about the future.

Wei Jing'an now sees a bright future ahead, a life full of promise, but as the old saying goes, the outcome of an official career is never certain until the very end.

If she grows old and loses her beauty, and is then rejected, and Wei Jing'an follows in his father's footsteps, rising high only to fall low, and she has lost Xu's heart...

Then all her efforts over the past three years have been in vain.

She wants wealth and status.

But what she wanted was a stable and wealthy life.

When all hope seems lost, she's willing to gamble everything.

Since we've been blessed by Heaven, winning once is enough.

To be so greedy as to gamble everything on a single bet would be foolish.

In the blink of an eye, she had made up her mind.

Lin Qinshuang slowly lowered her head, as if she was moved by his words, or as if she was in a great dilemma.

Wei Jing'an immediately tightened his grip on her.

"Shuang'er..."

"pain."

Lin Qinshuang let out a soft cry of pain.

Wei Jing'an snapped out of his daze and immediately loosened his grip.

"I'm so sorry, Shuang'er, I..."

Lin Qinshuang shook her head, her eyelashes still lowered: "It's me who's sorry to you."

She reached up and touched the corner of her eye with a handkerchief, looking utterly pitiful. "Anlang, my mind is in such turmoil right now. Please don't pressure me anymore, okay? I'll come again tomorrow, or the day after..."

"tomorrow."

Wei Jing'an immediately said, "Tomorrow will be fine. Where are you staying now? I'll take you back."

Lin Qinshuang keenly sensed the change in his words, and her heart skipped a beat.

really.

The old Wei Jing'an would do anything she asked if she just frowned or her eyes reddened.

But now, he has learned to make definitive statements and to not allow anyone to back down.

The officialdom is indeed a test of endurance; it has actually worn down a simpleton who was easily fooled and coaxed, until he is no longer so easily fooled or coaxed.