The life swap begins with Consort Hua becoming Lady Qin.

Hongli closed his eyes, pinched the bridge of his nose, and felt increasingly tightness in his chest as he thought about it.

He had initially intended to promote that young embroiderer who seemed reasonably attractive but was also timid and weak. However, she was so ungrateful that she not only gave him a good beating with a stick but also became increasingly defiant, showing no respect for him as a prince.

Even though a year and a half has passed, Hongli still feels a dull ache in his forehead and back when he occasionally thinks about that night.

But Lady Fucha still protected her!

Not only did they keep people in the main courtyard, but they also taught them rules, looked at the account books, and gradually entrusted them with important responsibilities.

At first, Hongli thought that Fucha was openly helping Hailan, but in reality, she was still trying to save face for him.

Otherwise, with so many maids in the Prince's mansion, why would he choose Hailan, who was almost taken as a concubine, to keep by his side?

He observed it coldly for a while, and even had a pretty good idea of ​​what was going on.

I thought it was just another form of feigned indifference.

The reason it caused such a big fuss back then was probably because the young woman was shy and couldn't bring herself to do it.

Now that she has joined the Fujin's side, she can use this relationship to legitimately approach him in the future. Wouldn't that be a better future than being just a lowly embroiderer before?

Hongli felt he had seen through everything, so he didn't bother arguing with her.

Who knew it would take a whole year?

Another year has passed!

Hailan not only never yielded, but she also barely even glanced at him.

This is absolutely outrageous!

The more Hongli thought about it, the angrier he became.

Has he been too easy to talk to all these years?

He always went along with the Fujin (principal wife), which led to even a maidservant daring to take advantage of the Fujin's power and repeatedly make Qingying suffer grievances.

If this continues, they might even try to ride roughshod over him, a prince!

Nope!

We can't take it anymore!

Today, no matter what, we must let them know who the true master of this palace is.

Hongli's face was solemn. He suddenly lifted his leg and walked towards the main courtyard.

Wang Qin was taken aback: "Master?"

Hongli didn't even turn his head.

Looking at his determined gaze and brisk pace, as if he had just made some major decision, Wang Qin felt a strange and extremely ominous premonition rising in his heart.

"Sir, Princess Fucha was just diagnosed with pregnancy today. Why don't you go and see her first?"

"grandfather!"

Wang Qin chased after him with a bitter expression.

The more I chased, the weaker my legs became.

……

In the main courtyard, Ruofu was having dinner with Hualan.

The little girl can now eat some soft complementary foods. The wet nurse holds a small bowl of steamed egg custard, and Ruofu feeds her spoonful by spoonful with a silver spoon.

When Hongli lifted the curtain and came in, Ruofu was a little surprised. At this hour, after he returned, he should either go to see Zhu Ying, who had just been diagnosed with pregnancy, or go to Xiyue to say a few words. Why did he come here instead?

Upon closer inspection of Hongli's gloomy face, Ruofu understood.

A slight smile played on her lips as she lowered her head to continue feeding her daughter egg custard, seemingly oblivious to her surroundings, and casually asked, "Your Highness is back? Did the errands in the front courtyard go smoothly today?"

Hongli was furious and about to speak when Hualan turned around.

The little girl's eyes lit up immediately. With half a mouthful of egg custard still in her mouth, she excitedly reached out her hand to him.

"Ah... Ah!"

The dark cloud on Hongli's face froze instantly, and the thunderous rage that had been brewing all along was extinguished by a large part.

He instinctively walked over, his voice softening, "Father's little Hua'er, are you eating steamed egg custard?"

Hua Lan smiled at him.

Hongli bent down and teased her, "Is the steamed egg custard delicious? Is it so delicious? Share a bite with your father, okay?"

Without saying a word, Hua Lan immediately raised her chubby little hand and put it into her mouth, carefully scooping out a little bit of egg custard and bringing it to Hong Li's lips.

Hongli froze.

Looking at her daughter's expectant eyes, she didn't know whether to open her mouth or close it.

Ruofu couldn't help but burst out laughing, and quickly took out a handkerchief to wipe his daughter's hands: "You really gave it to me? Your father is just teasing you."

Hongli secretly breathed a sigh of relief before pretending to bite the soft, chubby little hand that had been wiped clean.

Hua Lan visibly froze for a moment.

The next moment, a deafening cry filled the air.

"Wow--!"

Ruofu raised her hand and punched Hongli on the arm: "Aren't you being a jerk? The child is eating properly, why are you making a mess!"

Hongli burst into laughter.

The pent-up anger from before seemed to have completely vanished. He quickly picked up his daughter and comforted her, "It's alright, it's alright. Daddy didn't eat. Daddy was just teasing you. Look, your hand is still there, not a single finger is missing."

Hua Lan was so upset that her eyes were brimming with tears, and she sobbed on his shoulder.

Hongli was smiling as if he had won a great victory.

Frustrated, Ruofu didn't scold him anymore, but asked, "Have you eaten yet? If not, have some here."

Hongli responded, "Very well."

After everyone had served the bowls and chopsticks and the atmosphere had completely eased, he asked, seemingly casually, "I heard... Qingying did something wrong again today?"

Ruo Fu paused in his chopsticks and glanced at him sideways.

She knew it!

However, considering that he had genuinely cared for Hua Lan just now, Ruo Fu was willing to give him some face today: "Yes."

She answered very readily.

Hongli waited a while longer, but she didn't say anything more and continued eating on her own.

A little is enough; no more.