The life swap begins with Consort Hua becoming Lady Qin.

Hailan's fingers tightened unconsciously: "This servant forgot the rules for a moment and disturbed Your Highness. Please forgive me."

"I never said I was going to blame you."

Hongli walked to the corridor and sat down, his posture very relaxed: "What was that piece of music just now?"

"It's a pastoral song that I heard my mother sing when I was a child."

"Aren't you from the capital?"

Hailan hesitated for a moment, then answered in a low voice, "Your Highness, my surname is Keliyete, and I am originally from the Khorchin. I lived on the grassland with my parents when I was young, but after they passed away one after another, I came to the capital with my uncle."

Hongli looked at her and asked, "Where is your uncle working now?"

Hailan's voice was even lower: "My uncle fell ill and passed away not long after arriving in the capital. But before he passed away, he arranged for me to be selected for the Imperial Household Department's preliminary selection, which enabled me to enter the palace. Later, I was assigned to the embroidery workshop of the Prince's Mansion to earn a living."

Hongli couldn't help but feel a pang of pity.

"How pitiful."

Hailan quickly replied, "This servant dares not. Being able to serve in the royal palace is already a great blessing for this servant. The nannies in the embroidery room treat this servant well. This servant now has food to eat, clothes to wear, and a monthly allowance to receive. This is much more stable than before."

Looking at her gentle and obedient appearance, Hongli's interest grew even stronger.

He slowly raised his hand, as if to brush away a stray strand of hair that had fallen beside her face.

To everyone's surprise, the next moment, Hailan seemed to be greatly frightened. Her face turned deathly pale, and she took a big step back and hurriedly knelt down on the ground.

"Your Highness, please forgive me!"

Hongli's hand froze in mid-air, and the smile on his face also froze.

Hailan prostrated on the ground, her voice trembling uncontrollably: "This servant comes from a humble background, and to be able to serve in the Prince's mansion is already an immense favor. This servant will certainly serve diligently, practice needlework diligently, and improve my embroidery skills. I will never slack off, nor will I dare to have any other unrealistic ambitions!"

He was terrified, as if he were some kind of monstrous flood.

The interest in Hongli's eyes immediately faded, he withdrew his hand, and his tone became indifferent.

"Very well, since you only want to be an embroiderer, then do your job well."

Hailan remained prostrate on the ground: "This servant will obey Your Highness's instructions."

Hongli didn't look at her again, turned around and left with a flick of his sleeve, but his steps were faster and heavier than when he came, and his back view also revealed a sense of anger after being offended.

But Hailan didn't dare to look up.

She remained kneeling, her face completely drained of color.

After a long while, she slowly raised her eyes and saw that there was still no one around. Only then did she seem to finally regain her breath and let out a long sigh of relief.

She slowly stood up and realized that the back of her clothes was soaked with cold sweat.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and Hailan quickly wiped them away with her sleeve, almost fleeing from the covered bridge.

-

Ruofu learned of this just after he had finished checking an account book.

Now that she is pregnant, everyone in the main courtyard treats her like a precious gem. They forbid her from sitting for too long, and they forbid her from walking too much. The menus from the kitchen are sent over to her for inspection every day. Even the stone path in the courtyard has been checked again, for fear that something might be loose and cause her to twist her ankle.

Ruofu initially felt pleased, thinking that as expected of a princess, she was treated differently.

But after only a few days of enjoying it, she couldn't take it anymore.

"I'm carrying a baby, not a fragile porcelain doll! Besides, if I lie in bed all day without moving, I won't even be able to raise the baby properly, and I'll end up turning into a ball myself."

Eat when you're supposed to eat, drink when you're supposed to drink, and leave when you're supposed to leave. She gave birth to three children in her past life, how could she not know these things?

Feeling comfortable is the most important thing!

Shen Guang knew he couldn't persuade her otherwise, so he could only hand her a cup of warm water.

Zhaoying then entered and recounted in detail how Hailan had met Hongli on the covered bridge.

She already had spies all over the mansion, and she had specifically instructed them to keep a close eye on Hailan.

Ruo Fu listened calmly.

She set the account book aside, gently placed one hand on her still-flat stomach, and casually instructed, "The teaching cannot stop."

Shen Guang finally understood the reason why the Fujin suddenly wanted to teach the maids self-defense techniques.

But she still found it hard to believe.

"Fujin (wife)".

Shen Guang hesitated before speaking, "To gain the prince's favor is indeed a tremendous stroke of luck for an embroiderer; others would kill for it. How can you be so sure that Lady Keliyete wouldn't be willing?"

"What if?"

Ruofa asked back without even thinking.

Shen Guang was taken aback.

Ruofu lowered her head and touched her lower abdomen: "What kind of immortal is our prince, a reincarnation of Pan An, that every woman who sees him is captivated and willingly offers herself to him? What if she doesn't want to? What if she just wants to be a peaceful embroiderer?"

Shen Guang subconsciously said, "But a prince is a prince after all. If he really takes a liking to her, how could she refuse?"

"So all I can do is try my best and leave the rest to fate."

If not, sigh.

If Hongli were to truly disregard all shame and use his princely status to seize things by force, then indeed no one could stop him.

But if he still wants to force himself on her while she's drunk, just like in the original story...

And Keliyete truly did not want to from the bottom of her heart...

Ah!

Ruofu suddenly said, "Have someone replace the stick in her room with a new one."

"Should we get a thinner one?"

"No, make it solid."

Ruof's eyes hardened: "The sturdier the better. When you hit someone, it has to hurt the most!"