The life swap begins with Consort Hua becoming Lady Qin.

Hengti also tried it and nodded, saying, "It's not bad, but it's still slightly inferior to the tea that my sister-in-law ordered."

Hua Lan said, "The Empress Dowager's tea-making skills are naturally outstanding, but also rare. Where could these maids learn from her? Yet, the tea she brews has a unique flavor, which shows that she put her heart into it."

Yonghuang's interest in tea was far less than that in the snacks. He picked up a piece of chestnut flour cake, took a bite, and mumbled, "This cake is really good today. The chestnut aroma is strong, but the sweetness isn't quite right. It's so cold outside, so it's just right to eat."

After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes, shook his head, and looked completely absorbed.

Hua Lan couldn't help but chuckle: "You've really become a connoisseur of art now."

"Of course." Yonghuang glanced at Changbai and said proudly, "I've written food reviews before."

Everyone in the room burst into laughter.

Changbai also picked up his teacup and took a sip. It was smooth and mild, with no astringency.

He put down his teacup and casually asked, "Who's on duty in the tea room today? Who prepared these teas and snacks?"

With a pounding heart, filled with trepidation and barely suppressed joy at finally letting someone see her efforts, Wei Yanwan stepped forward and curtsied respectfully, replying, "Your Highness, Princess, it is this servant who is on duty."

Hengti was already sitting close to her, and upon hearing this, she couldn't help but give her a serious look.

Since entering the Xiefang Palace, she has been eating better and working less. Wei Yanwan has grown up a bit, her face has become even fairer and more delicate, and her eyebrows and eyes have become more lively.

Hengti's eyes lit up immediately, and she smiled, "What a pretty little palace maid! What's your name?"

Wei Yanwan quickly bowed again, saying, "This servant, Wei Yanwan, thanks Your Highness for your kind words."

"Yanwan? Which two characters are those?"

Wei Yanwan's smile faltered, and she suddenly looked somewhat embarrassed. She said in a low voice, "Your Highness, this servant...this servant is illiterate. This name was given to me by my father before he passed away. However, I was still young at the time, and he hadn't had a chance to teach me how to write it before he passed away."

The relaxed atmosphere in the room suddenly fell silent for a moment.

Hengti clearly hadn't expected that her casual question would uncover such a painful truth, and she felt a pang of regret.

Hua Lan reacted quickly, immediately smiling and continuing the conversation: "What's the big deal? Since your father personally chose the name, it must have a very auspicious meaning. Yanwan, Yanwan... it should mean graceful as the moon, gentle as spring, with a gentle and beautiful connotation."

Wei Yanwan's eyes lit up slightly as she listened: "This servant doesn't understand these things, but I just think that the princess recites them very beautifully."

Hua Lan smiled too.

Yonghuang, who had been engrossed in eating snacks, suddenly looked up and exclaimed excitedly, "I know that too! 'Joy in this evening, tenderness and auspicious time' means the same thing!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the room fell silent again, but it was completely different from before.

Fu Heng frowned slightly, and Hengti and Hualan also looked at Yonghuang with unfriendly expressions.

Yonghuang shrank back, finally realizing something was wrong: "W-what's wrong? Did I remember wrong?"

Wei Yanwan didn't understand what was wrong with what the Second Prince said, but she noticed something was off from everyone's expressions and subconsciously lowered her head.

Hua Lan had already rolled up her sleeves, and was about to go over and pinch Yong Huang's ear: "You brat, where did you hear this kind of thing—"

"Then it seems your parents have a very good relationship."

Changbai suddenly spoke.

Everyone in the room was stunned for a moment.

Wei Yanwan looked up in confusion.

Changbai didn't look at her, but asked Yonghuang, "Since you remember this line, do you also remember its source? What is the full text before and after it?"

Yonghuang was immediately stunned, his mind went blank, and he stammered for a long time before saying, "It's...it's a poem from the Han Dynasty, it seems...it seems to be a gift to someone else."

After that, I just couldn't think of anything else.

Fu Heng pondered for a moment and said, "Is this the poem 'Farewell to My Wife' written by Su Wu during the Han Dynasty?"

Changbai nodded: "Uncle has a good memory."

Impatient with their riddle-like conversation, Hua Lan turned and rushed into the study next door. She returned shortly with a book in her arms, flipped through it for a while, finally found the passage, and immediately stood by the table and read aloud:

"We became husband and wife, and our love is unwavering."

Joy fills this evening, a time of tender beauty and perfect timing.

The traveler, longing for his journey, rises to see how late the night is.

The stars of Orion and the constellations have all vanished; I depart from here.

We are on the battlefield, and there is no guarantee that we will meet again.

A handshake and a long sigh, tears welling up as we part ways.

Cherish the beauty of spring and never forget the joyful times.

"If I live, I will return; if I die, I will forever yearn for you."

As she read the last sentence, her voice unconsciously slowed down.

Hengti had already walked to her side. The two little girls looked down at the sentence on the paper, "If I live, I will return; if I die, I will long for you forever," and stood there in a daze, speechless for a long time.

Wei Yanwan seemed to understand something as well, and her eyes suddenly felt hot.

"Yes, yes! That's it! I only remember this one line!"

Yonghuang clapped his hands, his face full of relief at being saved.

The touching atmosphere from just now dissipated almost entirely.

Hua Lan snapped out of her daze, picked up the book, and smacked him on the back of the head: "A perfectly good poem, and you just took a single line and cut off the beginning and end, almost making people think the wrong thing! You don't even know what the whole poem is, yet you're eager to show off. It's clear you haven't been copying enough books!"

Changbai nodded in agreement: "That's right. Let's copy this whole thing today, so we don't only remember one sentence next time."

Yonghuang's face instantly fell: "Big brother! Her name is Yanwan. I just suddenly remembered that. How can you blame me for that?"

Wei Yanwan quickly lowered her head, afraid of being caught in the crossfire.

Changbai's expression remained indifferent: "The worst thing in poetry and prose is taking things out of context, especially other people's maiden names. They are not meant to be used to show off one or two sentences or to make casual jokes. If you want to quote them, you should first know where they come from and what their original meaning is. If you can't even explain these things, it's better not to say a word at all; that would be safer."

Upon hearing this, Yonghuang realized that he had indeed been rash, and finally lowered his head obediently: "I understand."