The life swap begins with Consort Hua becoming Lady Qin.

Wei Yanwan opened her mouth, but was speechless.

Seeing this, Chun Chan became even more self-righteous and said, "The most important thing is that he doesn't even care about the rules of the palace. Every time he comes to see you, he's so careless. It's only because we're honest and the nannies and sisters around us aren't gossipy or troublemakers, otherwise, if even one person with a bad heart spreads a rumor that you're having an affair with a young guard, how many mouths would you have to defend yourself? At most, he'd get a scolding, but what about you? All the job, respect, and future you've worked so hard to achieve over the past three years would probably go down the drain!"

Seeing that they had reached the end of the long street and were about to part ways, Chun Chan stopped and looked at her seriously: "It's only because of you that I'm willing to be so blunt and unpleasant. I finally understand that you have absolutely no interest in talking about love with him right now. Of course, palace maids like us have to wait until we're at least twenty-five before we can leave the palace. How old are you now? Even if you were to become engaged to him now, would he wait for you for ten years? Even if he were willing to wait, are you really willing to leave ten years later and spend your life with someone who can't even be bothered to work for a future?"

Wei Yanwan was unable to say a word when asked the question.

Seeing that she had finally listened, Chun Chan softened her tone slightly: "Since you don't have that intention, and he doesn't seem like a good match for you right now, you should make things clear as soon as possible. You have such a good life now. Granny Duan is willing to teach you to read, and Xie Fang Palace values ​​you. You might not be short of better opportunities in the future. Don't let others pester you like this and ruin your promising future."

Having said that, she glanced at the time, exclaimed "Oh dear!" and clutched her sewing box tightly, running down another palace path: "I'm not talking to you anymore, I'll be late if I dawdle any longer! Think about it yourself!"

Before the words were even finished, the person had already rushed off into the distance.

Wei Yanwan stood alone in place, watching her back for a long time without moving.

She returned to Xiefang Palace as if she had lost her soul, and it wasn't until Granny Duan called her twice outside the tea room that she suddenly came to her senses.

"What are you daydreaming about?" Granny Duan frowned. "It's your turn to tidy up the First Prince's study today, so hurry up and get there."

Wei Yanwan's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately suppressed all her chaotic thoughts: "Yes, Granny, I'll go right away."

In the blink of an eye, she had been working at Xiefang Palace for three whole years.

From a lowly palace maid in the tea room at the beginning, she has now been able to take turns tidying up in the First Prince's study.

Although it is called sweeping, it is actually an extremely meticulous task.

The eldest prince valued his study most highly. Ordinary palace servants were not allowed to step into the study at will. Those who were allowed to enter had to be clean-handed and cautious, and they also had to be literate and know what could be moved and what could not be moved, so as not to make mistakes such as misplacing a book or taking away a piece of paper as waste paper.

If it weren't for Granny Duan taking time out of her day to teach her to read over the past three years, she wouldn't even have been qualified to take turns on duty.

After entering the study, Wei Yanwan completely forgot about Ling Yunche.

She first carefully wiped away the thin layer of dust that had accumulated on the desk, then returned the paperweight, inkstone, and brush holder to their original places, and counted the spare sheets of Xuan paper.

They even picked up the ink stick to check its length.

Washing the brushes requires patience and meticulousness. She first uses warm water to wash away the remaining ink from the brush tip little by little, then straightens the shape of the brush hairs, gently absorbs the excess water with a soft cloth, and then hangs the brushes back on the brush holder one by one.

The books on the shelf were not moved around casually; instead, the dust was carefully swept away bit by bit with a soft, dry cloth.

After finishing these tasks, Wei Yanwan looked around before placing a very light-colored incense cake in the incense burner.

I went to the tea room again and got another pot of hot water, and added a few sachets of fragrant tea.

She checked it again from beginning to end to make sure there were no mistakes or omissions before gently closing the door and leaving.

About 45 minutes later, the door was pushed open again.

When Changbai returned from outside, his brows were slightly furrowed the whole way, clearly still pondering something important.

Xiao Quanzi didn't dare to say a word more. She gently took off his cloak, escorted him into the study, and then quietly retreated to the door to wait.

Changbai poured himself a glass of water, the temperature of which was just right.

The subtle tea flavor spread across the tongue, leaving a refreshing aftertaste. Changbai's previously tense brows relaxed slightly without him even realizing it.

The next moment, a faint, refreshing fragrance gently wafted over.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and felt his mind become clearer.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck.

Changbai suddenly opened his eyes—he'd got it!

He immediately got up and went to his desk. He poured some water into the teacup in his hand to moisten the inkstone, then picked up the ink stick he usually used and slowly began to grind ink.

The ink stick spun in circles on the inkstone, making a soft, rhythmic rustling sound.

Even scattered thoughts become clear and organized through this sound.

Countless numbers flashed through his mind, forming numerous combinations.

The ink gradually darkened.

Changbai stopped, laid out paper, picked up his brush, and dipped it in ink.

The first stroke landed steadily, and then there was no further pause.

The boy was writing furiously at his desk, spreading out sheets of paper one by one and moving them aside, so focused that he almost forgot everything else.

He wrote for a full ten pages before finally slowing down.

The last character has been written.

Changbai gently placed the pen on the jade pen rest, the pen handle touching the jade with a crisp, light sound.

All in one go.

He leaned back a little, let out a long breath, and then looked down to read the entire article from beginning to end, a rare and obvious look of satisfaction appearing in his eyes.

After the ink had dried completely, Changbai began to arrange the ten sheets of paper one by one.

Upon receiving the last page, he suddenly paused, glanced around the study, and then called out, "Xiao Quanzi."

Xiao Quanzi immediately pushed the door open and came in: "Master?"

Changbai pointed to the teapot on the table, then glanced at the incense burner, his tone unusually cheerful: "Go and ask who tidied this study today, and who prepared the tea and incense. Reward them handsomely!"