The life swap begins with Consort Hua becoming Lady Qin.

"you……"

Lin Qinshuang felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar; seeing a ghost in broad daylight was probably the most terrifying experience imaginable!

Wei Jing'an seemed oblivious to the fear in her eyes. He looked down at the newly planted branch and smiled, "This is a mimosa tree. In ancient times, couples would plant many of these trees, hoping to see each other every day and enjoy happiness together year after year."

He smiled at her: "Shuang'er has good taste."

Lin Qinshuang's face immediately stiffened even more.

Changfeng looked up at him and said in a clear voice, "It's still small, not a tree! Brother said it is, it's a tree's grandchild, it'll grow up!"

Wei Jing'an was slightly taken aback, then chuckled softly.

"I see."

He crouched down, his gaze level with Changfeng's, and said earnestly, "You're right. It can't be a tree yet, but there's plenty of time. It will definitely grow tall and big in the future."

Changfeng immediately perked up and turned to look at Lin Qinshuang: "Mother, he understands!"

Lin Qinshuang forced a smile.

She wanted to pull Changfeng behind her, but as soon as she reached out, she was afraid that her movements would be too hasty and would make her look timid. So she stopped and said softly, "Feng'er, don't be rude."

Wei Jing'an looked up at her: "The child is innocent and carefree, how could she be unruly?"

He smiled gently and spoke casually, "But Shuang'er, why do you seem unhappy to see me?"

Lin Qinshuang's heart tightened.

"How could I not be happy? I just... I just didn't expect you to come... How did you find this place?"

"It's the end of the year, and with everything settled, it's only natural that I'm coming back."

Wei Jing'an looked at her, his smile undiminished: "Wasn't Shuang'er just thinking about me?"

Lin Qinshuang froze, her smile almost crumbling.

What did she just say?

...It’s over!

Her lips moved, her voice weak: "I...I was just too exhausted..."

"I'm late."

Wei Jing'an interrupted her softly.

"These rough jobs should have been done by me."

He raised his hand, his fingertips gently brushing against a strand of her hair damp with sweat. The thin callus rubbed against her skin, causing a slight itch.

Lin Qinshuang's breath hitched.

I finally realized what was wrong.

He shouldn't be like this.

He should question her, resent her, or even make sarcastic remarks; that would be more normal than his current gentle and mild demeanor.

Wei Jing'an seemed completely oblivious to her stiffness, only glancing at her mud-stained sleeves, and said gently, "You're all sweaty, go inside and wash up and change. It's chilly outside, and the sudden change in temperature can easily make you sick."

He lowered his head and took Changfeng's hand: "Leave Feng'er to me, you can go with peace of mind."

Upon hearing this, Lin Qinshuang agreed almost without hesitation.

She really needed to leave for a moment, wash her face, change her clothes, calm down, and think carefully about what to say next.

She lifted her foot to leave, but when she reached the courtyard gate, she involuntarily stopped and looked back.

In the courtyard, the two, one big and one small, were already chatting animatedly.

Changfeng tilted his head back and chattered on about his egg-laying hen, while Wei Jing'an squatted beside him, listening attentively and occasionally chiming in with a comment.

The sunlight fell on his handsome and gentle face, making it appear exceptionally warm.

Lin Qinshuang was completely baffled.

As fate would have it, Wei Jing'an looked up at that moment and their eyes met.

He smiled at her.

Lin Qinshuang immediately returned the smile, then turned her head away, her smile vanishing instantly, and she walked even faster.

When she returned, she had not only changed her clothes and recombed her hair, but her expression had also calmed down.

She stood on the veranda, a slight smile playing on her lips as she looked at the blurry shadow cast by the windowpane.

No, that won't work; it's too rigid.

That won't do either; it looks like someone with a guilty conscience.

After trying out several different smiles, Lin Qinshuang was finally satisfied.

She took a deep breath and repeatedly reminded herself:

"Stay calm."

"I don't care why he's putting on this act, I'll play along to the end."

"I did give birth to a son for him, and I even sacrificed my most precious chastity as a daughter. Even if I took it to the Emperor himself, I would still suffer more."

"Now that I'm not pressuring him to take responsibility, what right does he have to hold me accountable?"

With this in mind, Lin Qinshuang finally felt more confident and entered the courtyard with a smile.

Wei Jing'an was playing with Chang Feng.

He said something that made Changfeng giggle, and she hugged his arm, casually calling out, "Daddy!"

The smile that Lin Qinshuang had managed to maintain suddenly cracked.

But Wei Jing'an had already looked up.

She didn't dare say anything more, and could only continue to smile, as if she hadn't heard anything.

The same applies when eating.

Wei Jing'an acted as if he had been living here for a long time, showing no restraint whatsoever.

When the village head's wife brought in the food, he naturally thanked her. The woman looked at him several times, then suddenly smiled and said, "This must be your son-in-law! He's quite handsome indeed. You're a lucky girl."

Lin Qinshuang's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly said, "Alright, alright, you don't need to serve me here. Go and do your own thing."

The village head's wife left with a smile.

Lin Qinshuang quickly turned around and saw that Wei Jing'an was indeed still calm and didn't ask any more questions, only focusing on taking care of Changfeng.

Changfeng had food all over his mouth, so he took a handkerchief to wipe it for him without the slightest disgust or impatience.

Lin Qinshuang sat to the side, her expression changing several times, but in the end she picked up her bowl and chopsticks as if nothing had happened and lowered her head to eat.

After only two bites, a piece of fish meat, with all the bones removed, suddenly appeared in the bowl.

She looked up.

Wei Jing'an smiled slightly at her.

Lin Qinshuang immediately returned a gentle smile, then lowered her head and ate the fish without tasting it.

After nightfall, Changfeng got tired of playing and soon rubbed his eyes, wanting to go to sleep.

Just as Lin Qinshuang was about to call the maid in, Wei Jing'an had already bent down and picked up the child.

In the candlelight, he rolled up his sleeves, went out to fetch warm water, wrung out a handkerchief, wiped Changfeng's hands and face, and then squatted down to wash his feet.

Changfeng, who was still drowsy and swaying, woke up a bit after being soaked in hot water and softly called out, "Daddy, it itches."

Wei An chuckled softly, "Alright, Father, please be careful."

Lin Qinshuang sat to the side, her nails almost digging into her palms.

Changfeng quickly fell asleep.

Wei An tucked the blanket around him gently, almost as if he were cherishing him.

Lin Qinshuang quickly said, "Thank you for your hard work, Anlang."

Wei Jing'an shook his head: "I only took care of her for one night, how could it be hard? It can't compare to Shuang'er's efforts over the years."

Lin Qinshuang almost lost her smile.

Just then, the village head's wife brought in hot water again.

Wei Jing'an politely accepted the copper basin and thanked him again.

Seeing his gentle temperament, the woman smiled even more broadly. As she was leaving, she couldn't help but exclaim, "Look at the master's taste! Even a son-in-law who lives with the family has such good looks and character."

Lin Qinshuang: ...

Wei Jing'an's twisting of the handkerchief became noticeably heavier, causing his entire body to stiffen.