The life swap begins with Consort Hua becoming Lady Qin.

Jingse didn't even look at him, waving her hand like she was shooing away a fly: "Go away, don't bother me, who wants to play with a rascal like you."

Cong-ge immediately pouted unhappily and muttered under his breath, "He doesn't know how to cherish his younger brother at all, and he's not considerate or gentle at all. He'll never be able to get married in the future."

After he finished speaking, he turned to look at Huirou, and was about to ask if his fourth sister was coming, when Jingse stood up abruptly.

Upon seeing this, Congge immediately covered his ears and ran away as fast as he could.

Jingse, hands on her hips, shouted angrily, "Zhao Sheng! You come back here right now!"

Congge ran even faster.

Jingse turned around, about to complain to Huirou, but found that her older sister had been staring blankly at something since earlier.

She followed Huirou's gaze and saw several young men standing at the place where the hammer ball was being played, having a lively competition.

Jingse glanced at it twice, found it uninteresting, and casually said, "Go ahead and play if you want."

Huirou suddenly snapped out of her daze, her face flushed, and she hurriedly said, "No, I didn't want to play. I'll stay here with you."

Jingse originally wanted to say what she had to offer, but before she could finish speaking, she suddenly realized that Huirou's expression was off. She narrowed her eyes and immediately leaned closer: "Who were you looking at just now?"

Huirou panicked even more: "No."

"No?" Jingse drawled, "Your face is all red."

Huirou stammered, not yet having figured out how to answer, when suddenly a round ball flew down from the sky. Someone shouted from afar, "Watch out!"

Jingse reacted quickly, grabbing Huirou and rolling her around on the spot to narrowly avoid the ball.

Jingse's temper flared up instantly.

She got up, dusted off her skirt, put her hands on her hips, and angrily demanded, "Who did this?"

A young man hurriedly stepped forward, looking very apologetic. He cupped his hands and said, "It was my mistake that almost startled the two princesses. I deserve to die. May I ask if the princesses are injured?"

Jingse sneered, "What do you think? Whose place are you? This area is so small, yet you dare to use so much force—"

Before she could finish speaking, Huirou was already frantically tugging at her sleeve, saying repeatedly, "We're fine, we're fine. You said it yourself, this place is small, it's possible to make a mistake. We're alright, you should go back now."

But the young man did not leave immediately.

His gaze fell on Huirou's forehead, and he seemed to see a red mark there. He then took out a small medicine jar from his bosom and presented it with both hands: "Thank you, Princess. This ointment was made at home and is quite effective in reducing swelling and bruising. Consider it my apology."

Huirou accepted it awkwardly, her face turning even redder: "Th-thank you so much."

The young man bowed again before turning and leaving.

Huirou's gaze followed his back almost uncontrollably.

She looked down at the ointment in her hand, her fingertips gently caressing the small porcelain jar as if she were holding some precious treasure.

Jingse, standing to the side, saw it all clearly.

She suddenly reached out, snatched the ointment from her, and asked bluntly, "You've taken a liking to him?"

Huirou was so startled she almost jumped up: "No!"

Jingse narrowed her eyes and deliberately spoke slowly, "That person is quite good-looking and polite. He was also very considerate just now."

Huirou's face turned so red it was almost bleeding: "Stop talking."

Jingse ignored her and turned to instruct the palace maid beside her, "Qingheng, go and find out who that person is."

Huirou immediately panicked: "Wait!"

Qingheng paused and looked at Jingse.

Jingse raised an eyebrow: "What's wrong?"

Huirou panicked and even whispered, "Why are you asking about him?"

Jingse said matter-of-factly, "Now that my eldest sister is married, my aunt is busy with my brother's marriage. But in a few years, it will be our turn. Instead of rushing around looking for someone later, wouldn't it be much easier to find a few suitable candidates now, investigate their backgrounds, and settle things early?"

Huirou's eyes widened: "You...you've taken a liking to him?"

Jingse nodded frankly: "Yes, you look down on him, but I'm not allowed to look at him?"

Huirou froze, her face filled with confusion, unsure of what to do.

Jingse finally burst out laughing: "Just kidding, I've got my eye on him and want him to be my brother-in-law."

Huirou was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening, and in her embarrassment and anger, she lunged at her to hit her.

Jingse laughed and dodged, and the two little girls chased each other around the tree for a while.

A short while later, Qingheng returned.

She curtsied and replied, "Princess, I have found out. The young man just now was Cao Ping, the heir of the Duke of Lu's mansion."

Huirou was still angry, but her eyes lit up when she heard the name.

Cao Ping.

She silently repeated it to herself.

"Is he married?"

"Jingse!"

Huirou was truly enraged this time and turned to leave.

Jingse quickly chased after her to coax her: "Good sister, I'm doing this all for you. You have to understand, some good things in this world, if you see them, you have to act immediately, otherwise you'll regret it later. Finding out if he's married is the most important thing. Unless, you don't like him at all."

Huirou blushed crimson and said in a muffled voice, "How dare you be so bold? I've only met him a few times, how would I know if I like him or not?"

"You keep staring at him, do you think it's because you dislike him? You've seen how your eldest sister looked when she was getting married, and she looks exactly the same as you do now. Even the old woman said that this is called budding romance."

Huirou, embarrassed and annoyed, reached out and pinched her mouth: "Don't say another word. If you do, I'll tell everyone about your Duan inkstone!"

Jingse was stunned, and her expression changed instantly.

"You dare!"

Huirou finally won back a point and said triumphantly, "Let's see if I dare to do it."

Jingse stared at her for a long time, then suddenly squatted down, covered her face with her sleeve, and her voice choked with sobs: "How could you do this to me after all I did for you? Do you even have the demeanor of an older sister?"

Huirou immediately panicked.

She quickly squatted down and tugged at Jingse's sleeve: "Sister, don't cry. It's my fault. I'll never tease you again."

Jingse's voice came from under her sleeve: "Then do you still want to know if Cao Ping has been married off?"

Huirou was taken aback.

The next moment, Jingse took off her sleeve, revealing a bright smile, without a trace of tears.

Huirou realized she had been tricked and jumped up and down in anger: "Jingse!"

Jingse looked at her with a grin.

Huirou had no choice but to blush and whisper, barely audible, "Then go and find out... but you absolutely mustn't let anyone know."

Jingse immediately patted her chest: "Don't worry, my dear sister."

Seeing her smug look, Huirou suddenly mustered her courage and mimicked her tone, saying, "You'd better take this to heart. If my reputation is ruined and my marriage is delayed, I'm afraid you and your Duanyan will also be implicated."

Jingse paused.

She immediately glared at her with wide eyes, protesting, "Who taught you that? You've all gone astray!"

Huirou finally couldn't help but laugh.