The life swap begins with Consort Hua becoming Lady Qin.

Ruofu looked at her son Changbai's still dignified face in his sleep for a long time with a complicated expression, and then suddenly remembered what happened at the palace banquet.

He quickly lowered his voice and asked Hongli, "By the way, what exactly did you say when you took them to pay their respects to Father Emperor today? What secrets did he reveal about you?"

Hongli stiffened slightly and subconsciously said it was nothing and that he would just let it go.

But after so many years of marriage, he knew that his wife always had a nature of wanting to know the answer to anything she wanted to know.

She won't say it today, but she'll definitely ask Brother Bai tomorrow.

That brat... will definitely tell you everything from beginning to end, without missing a single word...

Why not just confess now?

Hongli took a deep breath and recounted the whole story.

Upon entering the Imperial Study today, he brought his two sons to pay their respects to their father, the Emperor.

Although the two children were very young, they had learned manners very well. Yonghuang was a little nervous, but he did not make any mistakes.

Needless to say, Brother Bai's every step, from entering the door to bowing, was as if it had been planned in advance, without the slightest erratic movement.

Seeing that his two grandsons were fair-skinned and well-behaved, Emperor Yongzheng was in a good mood. He beckoned them to come to him and speak with them.

Seeing that the time was about right, Hongli began to give his two children meaningful glances.

Yonghuang immediately understood and dutifully recited the auspicious words he had prepared the day before.

After listening, Emperor Yongzheng smiled and praised him a few times.

Then it was Brother Bai's turn. He looked over, but remained calm.

Hongli dared not speak up to remind Yongzheng in front of him, so he could only continue to give him meaningful glances, his eyes almost cramping from blinking so much.

Finally, Bai Ge bowed and recited a limerick that Hongli had spent most of the night pondering over.

The sentence is extremely long.

Another year of auspicious snow and abundant harvest, another year of eternal stability for the nation, and finally, we wish the Emperor a long and prosperous life, and all the people to celebrate together.

He didn't mispronounce a single word.

At first, Yongzheng listened with a pleasant expression.

Hongli couldn't help but feel secretly pleased.

no way.

Anyone who has prepared for the possibility that their eldest son might be born mentally challenged or deaf and mute, but suddenly discovers that the child is not only perfectly healthy, but also has an excellent memory and makes rapid progress as soon as he begins his education, making him a rare child prodigy, would be unable to help but feel proud.

But after listening, Emperor Yongzheng asked another question: "These words are quite good. Who taught you them?"

Hongli's smile deepened. He had anticipated his father's question the night before, so he had specifically instructed Bai Ge'er to write it himself. After all, the poem was flowery and superficial, and with Bai Ge'er's talent, he could probably write it on his own in less than a year.

It was only a rare opportunity for the Aisin Gioro family to produce a child prodigy, and he was also the eldest son of the emperor, so naturally the Pope Father wanted to know as soon as possible.

Unexpectedly, Baige bowed and replied earnestly, "Reporting to Grandfather, it was Father who made it and specially asked his grandson to carry it."

Hongli's smile froze on the spot.

Emperor Yongzheng was also somewhat surprised.

But looking at Hongli's expression again, the smile in his eyes was even deeper than before: "Oh? So if your father doesn't make you carry it, you have nothing to say to your imperial grandfather?"

Hongli broke out in a cold sweat. Just as he was about to speak up to defend his son, Baige'er bowed again and said, "Yes. Your grandson will still respectfully wish Grandfather a happy new year, good health, and that you will be happy and less angry when you are reviewing memorials."

Emperor Yongzheng laughed out loud: "You're quite honest."

The satisfaction in his eyes grew even stronger.

Then, Yongzheng asked the two children if they had started studying and what they were currently studying.

Yonghuang's answer was standard and conventional.

When it was Changbai's turn, his answer surprised and delighted Emperor Yongzheng.

No matter what he asked, Changbai would answer seriously. If he didn't know the answer, he would say that he hadn't learned it yet and would never give a perfunctory answer.

Emperor Yongzheng, intrigued, couldn't help but ask, "When did you begin your formal education, and how many books have you read in total?"

Changbai paused for a moment, then cupped his hands and said, "Please forgive me, Grandfather, I can't remember."

Hongli felt a pang of anxiety, fearing that the child was too honest and would miss a good opportunity to impress his father. He immediately said, "You child! In front of your grandfather, if you know something, say you know it; if you don't know something, say you don't know it. You must not deceive the emperor."

Changbai turned to look at him and said softly, "Father, please forgive me, I truly cannot remember. I study to understand the principles of things and to know the affairs of the world. I only remember the principles mentioned in the books, and I have never specifically counted how many books I have read. If I were to make up a number now in order to answer my grandfather, that would be truly deceiving the emperor."

Hongli choked on his words.

Yongzheng burst into laughter once again: "Excellent! Well said!"

He reached out and pulled Changbai into his arms, praising him repeatedly, "This child is better than you."

Hongli stood to the side, his face burning with embarrassment.

Yongzheng then lowered his head and said to Changbai, "Come again next year. Grandfather, you'll be waiting to hear the congratulatory message you write yourself. I imagine it will be far better than what your father wrote today!"

Hongli was immediately filled with shame and anger, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

He could see that his father then carried him to the throne, and the two of them spoke amicably. His father even took the pen and ink from the table to test his literacy, which made him feel proud.

I have never seen the Emperor like a child so much.

This is his eldest son!

besides……

Hongli also felt a pang of bitterness and envy.

When he was a child... his father, the Emperor, had never treated him like this.

Let alone half-embracing him, there are few times when I patiently test his homework, let alone like today, laughing heartily one after another.

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Ruofu burst out laughing.

Hongli immediately glared at her.

Ruofu quickly patted his arm, feigning comfort: "It's my fault, it's my fault, it's all my fault! The son I gave you is so outstanding that you, as his father, were caught off guard and lost face in front of the Emperor."

Hongli gave a soft hum, but ultimately did not refute.

Ruo Fu was in a great mood.

She glanced at Hongli, then at Changbai, who was sleeping soundly against the carriage wall, and suddenly felt a sense of comfort.

Also.

This old man—pshaw! Pshaw, pshaw, pshaw! And this son!

It's not just hers.

From now on, we'll all share the good fortune together!