The life swap begins with Consort Hua becoming Lady Qin.

On a snowy night, all was quiet.

The moment the wooden door opened, the slightest movement almost immediately alerted Wei Jing'an.

He immediately looked up, but the next second, after seeing who it was, he froze on the spot.

Lin Qinshuang stood by the door, wearing a cloak, her expression a mixture of heartache and anger.

"Why are you doing this?" She walked over quickly and scolded him in a low voice, "What an idiot! You dare to stand outside at this time of year."

Wei Jing'an opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word for a moment.

Lin Qinshuang glanced at the carriage again and saw that the driver was nowhere to be seen. She knew that this person had probably sent the driver away. Sigh, what a stubborn fool. He would rather suffer in the cold than burden others.

She was both angry and resentful, so she grabbed his sleeve and said, "What are you standing there for? Come in with me."

Wei Jing'an was being pulled along by her, his expression still somewhat dazed, but he didn't break free.

Obediently, Lin Qinshuang pulled him upstairs and into the house. The door was closed again, shutting out the wind and snow outside.

Lin Qinshuang pressed him down to sit next to the brazier, then went to fetch hot water. When she returned and saw that he was still wearing that icy, stiff cloak, her brows furrowed even more.

"Take it off," she said.

Wei Jing'an instinctively obeyed.

He had been frozen for so long that his fingers were stiff, and even untying the ribbons was clumsy for him.

Lin Qinshuang couldn't bear to watch any longer, so she took matters into her own hands, removed his cloak, and threw the chilly garment aside.

"Have you gone stupid from reading too much?" she said, wringing out the hot towel. "If you catch a cold outside, what will I do?"

Wei Jing'an looked up at her.

Lin Qinshuang pursed her lips and didn't say anything more, but just took a handkerchief to wipe his face.

The heat spread slowly from my cheeks; her face was so close, I could hear her breathing clearly.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.

"Shuang'er".

Wei Jing'an looked at her, his eyes brimming with genuine and intense joy.

The next moment, he could no longer hold back and pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly.

"You still have feelings for me, don't you?"

His muffled voice was full of grievance.

Lin Qinshuang paused for a moment, then sighed softly.

She raised her hand and slowly wrapped it around his back, her voice as gentle as a pool of spring water: "Anlang, in my heart, there has only ever been you."

Wei Jing'an's body trembled, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he held her even tighter.

"Shuang'er, I will treat you and the child well. I will do everything in my power to give you and your child the best life. I swear."

Lin Qinshuang remained still in his arms for a moment before whispering, "Anlang, I believe you."

She spoke slowly, carefully choosing each word: "From the first day I met you, I knew you were a good person, exceptionally talented, and destined for greatness. Someone like you is sure to have a bright future."

Her voice gradually choked up: "But I... I'm not good enough for you."

She pushed him away, turned her face away, and sobbed softly, "Anlang, I lied to you. I'm not the daughter of an innocent family; I'm the descendant of a disgraced official. How could someone of my background be worthy of you? I would only be a burden to you."

"For the sake of your future, stop bothering me. Forget about me, go marry a good woman, and I will wish you both well."

Wei Jingan looked at her quietly.

After a moment of silence, he asked, "Just for this?"

Lin Qinshuang's sobs paused.

Wei Jing'an said softly, "According to the law, regardless of what crimes your family members have committed, since you haven't been implicated, you are innocent. If you are innocent, how could you implicate me?"

Lin Qinshuang was stunned.

"But others can help you, but I can't."

"I don't care about those things!"

Without hesitation, Wei Jing'an replied, "When I fell in the snow, on the verge of death, it was you who saved me, not anyone else."

"When I was poor and looked down upon by everyone, it was you who always encouraged me! It was you who helped me find medical treatment and provided me with food and clothing!"

"Even if I have nothing, you are still the one who is willing to grow old with me."

"Not those bystanders!"

Lin Qinshuang gazed at him wistfully.

The next moment, she threw herself into his arms.

"Anlang!"

Wei Jing'an hugged her tightly.

"Shuang'er, please don't go anymore, okay?"

Lin Qinshuang nestled in his arms and nodded gently.

"I'm not leaving." Her voice softened. "As long as you don't kick me out, I'll never leave again."

The room fell silent for a moment.

The wind and snow continued to fall outside, making the windowpanes rattle slightly, but warmth was gradually building up inside.

After a long while, Lin Qinshuang finally stopped crying.

She wrung out the handkerchief again, and with a touch of tenderness, carefully wiped Wei Jing'an's face. When his face, which had been pale from the cold, finally regained some color, she seemed to suddenly realize something, and her cheeks slowly turned red.

"It's late." Her eyes were downcast, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible: "Right now, are you going to go home without worry, or...?"

Wei Jing'an followed her gaze.

There was only one bed in the room, which could even be described as cramped.

His ears turned red instantly.

"I……"

Lin Qinshuang was aggressive, not giving him a chance to be foolish: "If you're still so stubborn and thinking of watching me from the carriage all night, you might as well just sleep here."

But as soon as the words left her mouth, she blushed.

Wei Jing'an's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and after a long pause, he stammered, "I... I can sleep on the floor..."

Lin Qinshuang glared at him. "You mean, you want me to give you my only bedding?"

"No, no, that's not what I meant!"

Lin Qinshuang lowered her eyes, concealing a smile. This fool is finally showing some resemblance to his former self.

The two stood inside the room, neither of them speaking again.

The charcoal crackled gently, producing a faint sound.

A moment later, Lin Qinshuang turned around first and blew out the candle.

The room suddenly darkened, with only a faint red glow remaining in the brazier.

With her back to Wei Jing'an, she took off her cloak and then her outer garment, quickly slipping into the covers, leaving behind only a soft, embarrassed, and annoyed mutter:

"fool."

When Wei Jing'an heard this, his face flushed so much that it almost burned to the roots of his ears.

He was no longer the naive young man he once was. The woman he cherished clearly didn't reject him anymore. If he were to be coy again, he would truly be wasting this snowy night.

So he slowly took off his outer clothes, lifted the corner of the quilt, and lay down inside.

The bedding still carried her warmth and faint fragrance. He hesitated for a long time, but finally abandoned his so-called gentlemanly ways and followed his heart, gently embracing her from behind.

Lin Qinshuang froze for a moment, but instead of dodging, she slowly turned around and reached out to hug him.

The two embraced tightly in the dim light.

My body warmed up quickly.

What's even warmer is that the empty heart is finally full again.

With his eyes closed, Wei Jing'an inhaled the faint fragrance in her hair and was afraid he was dreaming.

Later, it became unclear who first had the idea.

Perhaps it was a soft call during intimate moments.

Perhaps it's the slight tremor when palms touch.

The temperature inside the room gradually rose.

The charcoal fire crackled occasionally, and outside the window, the wind and snow raged on, but inside the tent, it was warm and cozy, with endless spring sunshine.