The life swap begins with Consort Hua becoming Lady Qin.

Mazi stared at Jofu for a long time.

After a long while, he finally looked away.

"Okay, I understand. You go back now and just focus on getting married. Leave the rest to your uncle."

Ruo Fu's eyes lit up immediately; this trip was all for this one sentence.

She immediately felt relieved, and her smile brightened.

"Thank you so much, Second Uncle!"

She happily performed a curtsy, and then left, satisfied.

Once outside and into the carriage, the moment the curtain fell, her composure crumbled. She couldn't resist pulling a pastry from her sleeve, taking a bite, and the flaky crust crumbled at the slightest touch. The sweet aroma slowly melted on her tongue, making her eyes squint with delight.

good to eat.

Ruofu leaned back on the cushion and took another satisfying bite.

A bastard wouldn't cling to a powerful figure if he had one!

The talent show at Jiangxuexuan was a major event that Langhua would remember for the rest of her life.

The shadow and resentment left in her heart by that jade ruyi that was given and then taken back was no less than the cup of concubine tea from Lin Qinshuang that she was forced to drink in her previous life.

It was at this time that she truly realized that she and Empress Fucha Langhua did indeed have many similarities.

They both clearly care to death!

He realized that for the rest of his life, almost half of what he did was to wash away the humiliation brought about by that day, yet he refused to utter a single word about it!

Because I felt ashamed.

It is indeed embarrassing, but to outsiders, it is just a small thing in the past and does not affect the final result.

For example, Langhua eventually became the primary consort, and even the empress.

For example, even if Lin Qinshuang eventually entered the household, she would only be a lowly concubine. The day she lost Sheng Hong's favor, she would be nothing more than a servant who could be beaten and scolded at will.

In the end, none of them fared well.

The story of Hongli and Qingying is a classic tale of love and loss, just as the relationship between Sheng Hong and Lin Qinshuang is one of open conflict and a life-or-death struggle.

Since they both chose to tolerate it at the time, there's no need to bring it up again and again later.

But what you can't get over, you just can't get over.

She and Langhua were still caught in a spell.

Langhua desperately wanted to prove that only she was worthy of being the legitimate primary wife, and not that she was just lucky to have gotten the position because of a sudden change in Qingying's family.

She also wanted to prove that no matter how much Sheng Hong and that vile woman Lin Qinshuang were in love and considered each other confidantes, only she, only she, the youngest legitimate daughter of the Wang family, the eldest daughter he welcomed in with open arms, could bear him children, manage the household affairs, and even benefit his career.

Having been obsessed with appearances her whole life, now that she's far removed from the game and looks back on the past as an outsider, seeing Langhua's ending again, she finally understands.

They were all wrong.

Some things, you just can't get over them.

Even if it seems insignificant to outsiders, even if you feel ashamed when you think about it and refuse to speak about it or dwell on it, if it remains firmly stuck in your heart for three to five years, ten to twenty years, or even a lifetime, then you cannot get over it.

This doesn't mean you can't let go of things, nor does it mean you're narrow-minded.

It just hurts.

It hurts so much! I feel so wronged!

That's why we can't get through!

What is forbearance? Forbearance is when there is a knife above the character for "heart". That knife is stuck in the heart, blood is flowing freely, yet one is forced to pretend nothing has happened.

How can a wound heal if there's a knife stuck in your heart? You can't even have it pulled out, you can't even utter a sound, how can it not ache? How can it not hurt for a lifetime?

Over the years, she actually lived a good life in the Fucha family.

Aside from the few years when Li Rongbao was seriously ill and passed away, during which the household was shrouded in gloom and chaos, she was otherwise quite leisurely.

When people have free time, they tend to reminisce about the past.

She had thought more than once that if she could be reborn back to the time when Lin Qinshuang entered the house with a pregnant belly, instead of being switched with Langhua, it would be wonderful.

She will never drink that concubine's tea again!

Not only will they not drink it, but they will also pour the tea on those two sluts' heads and slap Sheng Hong twice!

Then, carrying her dowry and Hua'er, she walked out of the Sheng family's gate with dignity!

She wanted to see what Sheng Hong could do!

"Either we die together!"

There's actually another sentence after that—

"You'll die before me, and in a worse way."

Just thinking about it makes me feel great.

Unfortunately, she couldn't go back; she simply switched places with Langhua.

Having arrived in the Qing Dynasty and become a princess of the Fucha family, even though her name had been changed back to her own, she was still Fucha Ruofu, not Wang Ruofu.

So she put herself in Langhua's shoes and started planning from the beginning how to make up for Langhua's regret.

Today, I seized the jade ruyi, which is one of the reasons.

The second point is that he publicly exposed the fact that his wife had been demoted to a concubine, thus making a big fuss about the matter.

Wang Ruofu is no ungrateful wretch; she is extremely grateful. She didn't take the Empress's throne for nothing.

Next, her second uncle will naturally have to take care of things, so that she can rightfully and gloriously enter the family as the primary wife.

As for the specifics of how to do it...

Ruof put the last bite of pastry into his mouth and chewed it slowly.

She couldn't figure it out.

She wasn't good at these things anyway, but that's okay, she has her second uncle!

Her second uncle, who valued the entire Fuca clan highly, vowed to lead them to great heights, and held a high-ranking position, was currently her biggest supporter.

Hold on tight, you can't go wrong!

After figuring things out, one feels increasingly relieved.

Back home, he ate and drank as he pleased, and when he had free time, he would tease Fu Heng.

Jue Luo was very worried and came over several times to ask her about it. She just held her teacup and calmly replied, "Second Uncle has his own plans."

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Ma Qi certainly has a plan.

After Fauci left, he ordered, "Go and fetch Fulton."

When the eldest son, Fulton, arrived, it was already half an hour later.

He entered and bowed. Seeing that his father's complexion was not good, he had a vague idea of ​​what was going on. At this moment, Ma Qi's attendant quickly entered and handed him a note with both hands.

Ma Qi took the note, unfolded it, and frowned slightly. He then handed the note to his eldest son.

Fulton took it, glanced at it, and smiled slightly: "The imperial decree for the marriage is already on its way? My cousin is indeed the primary consort. It seems that this Consort Xi is quite a woman of her word."

Ma Qi glanced at him and slowly recounted the events of the day's talent show at Jiangxuexuan.

Upon hearing this, Fulton's face turned frosty, and he sneered, "It seems these nobles are all the same. We agreed to help them oust the Third Prince, and they'd choose their cousin as their primary wife. We barely finished, and they're already trying to back out?"

"If it's useless, then say less."

Ma Qi frowned and interrupted him: "I'm asking you, what were your thoughts on the last thing you said to your cousin?"

Fulton lowered his eyes and, almost without hesitation, said, "She's right! When the cunning rabbit dies, the hunting dog is cooked; when the birds are all gone, the good bow is put away. If you don't want to be cooked or put away, you can't win in one battle."

Ma Qi nodded.

Fulton continued, "But now, the choice has been made, and our family has done everything we could. The Third Prince has been stripped of his yellow sash, and there's no going back. The imperial decree for the marriage has also been issued; there's no way to change the bride now."

He paused here, then said, "Since we can't change it, we'll just have to keep reminding them."

"We did so much behind the scenes, not so that he could just say he would choose his primary wife according to his own wishes."