The life swap begins with Consort Hua becoming Lady Qin.

When he returned to the house, several maids were waiting in the courtyard.

They all thought that the princess would be crying when she returned from visiting the madam, but to their surprise, she not only didn't cry, but also brought back a pot of steaming hot mutton.

Behind him, Shen Guang was carrying a bowl of steamed buns.

Everyone in the room was stunned for a moment.

Wang Ruofu placed the mutton on the table, glanced at them, and said, "What are you all standing there for? Bring me bowls and chopsticks."

The maids seemed to wake from a dream and rushed forward to serve them.

This time, everyone's movements were noticeably lighter, faster, and more respectful than before.

Wang Ruofu saw this and finally felt relieved.

That's more like it.

A master should act like a master.

If she, the eldest daughter of the Fucha family, cannot even control the maids in her own room, how can she talk about managing the household in the future?

She slowly sat down and looked at Chen Guang again.

"Go to the small kitchen and ask if there's a small stove for boiling water. If not, have someone find one. I need to keep hot water readily available here from now on; I don't want to drink cold water anymore."

Shen Guang hurriedly replied, "Yes, this servant will go right away."

After Shen Guang left, Wang Ruofu looked at the other maids.

Have you tried it?

The maids looked at each other, none of them daring to speak.

Wang Ruofu frowned impatiently: "I'm asking you a question."

Everyone then shook their heads.

"Not yet used."

"That's perfect."

Wang Ruofu pointed to the mutton and steamed buns on the table.

"Let's break up."

The maids were startled: "Princess, how can this be?"

"I told you to divide it up, so divide it up." Wang Ruofu picked up a steamed bun and took a bite himself. "How can I eat so much by myself? Mutton tastes best when it's hot; it gets gamey when it's cold."

Only then did everyone cautiously express their gratitude.

They were initially a little apprehensive, but once the aroma of mutton wafted out, they realized that they were all young women, and after a busy morning, who wouldn't be hungry?

Before long, the room became more lively.

Wang Ruofu was finally satisfied.

In my memory, these barbarians from beyond the Great Wall did not treat ordinary servants with any kindness. They were very stingy with their food, clothing, and lodging, especially the maids. If they did not meet the first or second-class standards, they would often go hungry.

However, some who reach the level of head maid, or even confidante, can become extremely arrogant, like that Granny Su, acting as if they were half the masters of the mansion.

Tsk, Wang Ruofu thought for a moment and came to a simple conclusion: trying to draw a tiger but ending up with a dog instead.

They come from beyond the Great Wall and know nothing of etiquette or shame. Once they sit in power, they want to create some rules to distinguish between the noble and the lowly, but they can't get the balance right. They are either too harsh or too lenient, so it's all a mess.

Wang Ruofu leaned back in his chair, slowly eating his steamed buns, but his mind was filled with the original story he had seen in that mysterious space.

What a mess.

It was such a mess that even now, thinking about it gives her a headache.

In the original story, it seems that the most difficult thing for Empress Fucha was that none of her children could stand on their own feet. Without a legitimate son, she felt that her position as empress was unstable, so she made a series of foolish moves.

In addition, her incompetence in managing her subordinates, and the fact that Su Lian always acted on her own behind her back, caused her to make countless enemies and make her the scapegoat for many things. In the end, she was abandoned by everyone and met a tragic end.

Wang Ruofu originally thought that Fucha Langhua was all alone, with nothing to rely on except for her position as empress.

But when she actually arrived here and obtained all of Langhua's memories, she discovered that it wasn't like that at all.

Although Langhua is the only legitimate daughter in the family, she is by no means the only daughter, nor is she without a person to carry on the family line.

The Fucha family, just her father Li Rongbao's branch alone, had a total of nine sons!

Apart from the youngest brother Fu Heng, who is still missing, and the fourth brother who died young, the other seven are all alive and well!

The eldest brother, Guangcheng, is the eldest son of the legitimate wife. Although he is still a minor, he seems to be a steady child. The whole family can be described as having a flourishing branch and a promising future!

Not to mention his uncle from the next branch of the family, who is currently the most successful member of the Fucha family, Ma Qi, a Grand Secretary of the Wuying Hall and Minister of Revenue.

He had nine sons and one daughter, and his eldest daughter became the primary consort of the twelfth prince as early as the forty-fifth year of the Kangxi Emperor's reign.

So many sons, so many male prodigies, and they weren't just for show. They all came of age and entered the imperial court, taking up official positions. While not all of them were granted titles or high-ranking positions, at least they all firmly established themselves in the system.

How many families in Beijing can compare to such a maternal family?

In such a family, she was the only legitimate daughter of the right age, and she was later betrothed to the fourth prince, Hongli, who was also the only one left and the only one who could succeed to the throne.

What does this tell us?

This shows that apart from Empress Fucha Langhua, there is no one in the world more worthy of being the empress than her!

With such a good hand, how could they still play it so cautiously and with such trepidation?

Wang Ruofu found it increasingly unbelievable the more he thought about it.

In her previous life, she was able to hold her head high in the Sheng family and be the matriarch for decades, all because of her father, who was honored with a place in the Imperial Ancestral Temple.

Although that foolish older brother later proved to be a real disappointment, choosing the wrong side and causing his father to be removed from the ancestral temple in his final days... but that was a later matter!

At least during the years she was the first wife, did she ever feel insecure?

The Fucha family is now far superior to the Wang family of her previous life. With such a family background, so many capable brothers and uncles, and such a glorious family reputation, how could they possibly be afraid of not being able to sit securely on the throne of empress?

Wang Ruofu looked at him with disappointment and frustration.

"These two, have they got something dirty going on in their brains?"

She murmured to herself.

Instead of taking the perfectly good broad road, they insist on squeezing onto a narrow, dead-end road, ruining a winning hand.

What a pair of muddle-headed mother and daughter!

After finishing a steamed bun, Wang Ruofu leaned back in his recliner, swayed leisurely for a couple of moments, and then, as if remembering something, took out the egg he had hidden in his purse.

The eggs were already a bit cold, but Wang Ruofu didn't mind at all. She slowly peeled the shells and ate them clean in a few bites.

When people are well-fed and watered, they feel more at ease.

Not long after, Shen Guang returned.

A rough-looking old woman followed behind her, carrying a small stove in her hands.

"Princess, the small stove has been brought. I'll have someone place it in the outer room so we can boil water anytime from now on."

Wang Ruofu closed his eyes and lazily responded.

Shen Guang glanced at her, hesitated for a moment, then came to her side, bent down and said softly, "Madam has called a doctor, who said it was a case of anger affecting the heart, but nothing serious. She hasn't mentioned a word about the princess to anyone else, only saying that she was angered by a naughty maid."

Wang Ruofu then opened her eyes and glanced at Chen Guang.

He's quite clever; he even knows to gather information for her.

Well, let's use it for now.

Those who side with you are always more useful than those who don't.

Seeing that her complexion was still acceptable, Shen Guang cautiously continued, "However, the confinement order has still been issued. This time, Madam seems extremely angry, and Master has gone out on business; we don't know when he will return..."

Wang Ruofu sensed her unspoken meaning and couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing: "What's the use of him coming back?"

Shen Guang was taken aback.

Wang Ruofu rocked back in her recliner, her tone utterly nonchalant: "The inner quarters are a woman's domain. If I were a son, he might be able to interfere with my future. But since I'm a daughter, my upbringing and rules are solely determined by my mother."

Shen Guang stared blankly.

Wang Ruofu remained completely calm: "We'll deal with whatever comes our way. I am, after all, the only legitimate daughter of the Fucha family. She can't really let me starve to death, can she? As long as I don't starve, everything is fine."

At this point, she recalled the public statements made by the Jue Luo clan, and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

It seems that what she said today wasn't entirely useless. Look, she knows not to speak ill of her to outsiders now.

now it's right.

Since the inner quarters are a woman's domain, they should naturally be controlled by the matriarch.

How a daughter's reputation spreads outside the household, and what kind of reputation it becomes, is entirely determined by the methods of the matriarch.

If the mistress of the house is muddle-headed, she will only push her daughter out to admit her mistakes and flatter the servants and maids, which is the real disaster.

But it doesn't matter, Wang Ruofu thought. This Jue Luo woman doesn't know how to manage a household, she'll teach her slowly.

She's been in the Sheng family for decades; what hasn't she seen?

Aside from the fact that she had stumbled over that little bitch Lin Qinshuang and been betrayed by her own sister, she believed that she had done an exceptionally good job as the head mistress, second to none.

She is only seven years old now, almost eight, and the emperor is still the old but still vigorous Kangxi. Yongzheng has not yet ascended the throne. It will be at least seven more years before the selection that will change her life.

For the next seven long years, she had to stay in the inner quarters of the Fucha family, relying on her muddle-headed mother for survival.

There's plenty of time to fix things for her.