The life swap begins with Consort Hua becoming Lady Qin.

The next morning, when Ruofu woke up, it was already bright outside the window.

She slept very well, stretched comfortably, and slowly washed up before sitting down at her dressing table.

When Zhaoying was combing her hair, he peeked at her through the bronze mirror several times, his face clearly showing that he was holding back something.

Ruofu looked at him twice and finally couldn't help but say, "Just say what you have to say. The way you're hesitating is like you've swallowed an undercooked toad; it's really unpleasant to watch."

Zhao Ying pursed her lips and whispered, "I heard from the people in front that when His Highness woke up this morning, the bump on his forehead was even higher than last night. Eunuch Wang Qin rolled a boiled egg on it for him for half a day, but it didn't go down."

Ruo Fu's lips curled up: "Growing taller on the first day of the Lunar New Year is a good omen."

Zhao Ying couldn't help but laugh out loud, and was slapped by Chen Guang next to her.

After washing up, Ruofu was preparing to serve breakfast when Shen Guangping reported: "Gege, Fucha, and Consort Qing have all arrived and are waiting in the outer hall to pay their respects to the Fujin."

Ruo Fu frowned: "Didn't I send word yesterday that we don't need to pay our respects today? It's New Year's Day, everyone should just stay home and rest. What are you doing here?"

"The Princess Consort is kind and considerate, but today is, after all, the first day of the New Year. The Consort and the two Princesses came to pay their respects early this morning, which is quite polite and impeccable."

Shen Guang said.

Ruofu thought about it and felt that it made sense; it's never wrong to be polite.

"Have they had breakfast yet?"

"No, it shouldn't be."

"Then let's bring some snacks first, so they don't sit outside doing nothing," Ruof said without any hesitation. "I'll go over after I've finished eating."

Shen Guang responded and turned to deliver the message.

She is now four months pregnant. During the first three months, she had a poor appetite and felt nauseous at the smell of oil. In the last few days, she has finally recovered and her appetite has returned, so she can no longer skip breakfast.

She certainly wouldn't let herself and her unborn child go hungry just to make a few concubines wait a little longer.

Not only did she eat, but she ate very leisurely, taking a full cup of tea to finish.

After everything was tidied up, Ruo Fucai, holding Chen Guang's hand, slowly made his way to the main hall.

The hall was warm and cozy, with the charcoal brazier burning brightly.

Gao Xiyue and Fucha Zhuying had already arrived.

Gao Xiyue was enjoying a small dish of jujube paste pastries when she saw Ruofu come in. She quickly hid the remaining half behind her back and stood up to greet him.

Fucha Zhuying also stood up.

Ruo Fu sat down at the head of the table and said with a smile, "Please sit down, everyone. It's the New Year, so don't be so formal. The snacks are meant to be eaten, not just shown off. If you like them, ask the kitchen to pack another box later so you can take them home and enjoy them at your leisure."

Gao Xiyue blushed, but no longer hesitated. She ate the remaining half of the piece generously, and then said with a smile, "It is still the Fujin who loves me the most."

As she spoke, she leaned forward and lowered her voice, saying, "When I came here today, I heard from the people in the front courtyard that Your Highness had accidentally fallen last night?"

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Ruo Fu replied without changing his expression, "Yes."

"I heard it was quite a fall." Gao Xiyue gestured to her forehead, "There's a huge bump here."

Ruo Fu, holding a cup of tea, said, "That's right. I drank too much last night and couldn't even see where I was going. Luckily, nothing serious happened. I just fell and got a peach-shaped bump on my head. It looks quite festive during the New Year."

Gao Xiyue burst out laughing and quickly covered her mouth with her handkerchief.

Fucha Zhuying also lowered her head, her shoulders trembling slightly.

After exchanging a few jokes, Ruofu was about to ask Gao Xiyue what new gadgets she had brought today when he suddenly heard a calm voice from the side.

"What does the Princess Consort intend to do about what happened last night?"

Ruo Fu paused in his tea-serving motion, the smile on his face slowly fading as he looked at Qing Ying, who had been sitting beside him.

"What happened last night? What happened last night?"

Qingying frowned slightly, her face full of earnestness: "Why is the Prince still hiding this? Last night, the Prince got drunk and mistakenly entered the embroidery room, offending that seamstress named Hailan. The commotion was so great, how could anyone not know?"

Gao Xiyue opened her eyes wide.

Fucha Zhuying's hand holding the teacup tightened slightly.

Seeing that Ruofu remained silent, Qingying seemed to understand her predicament, and her tone became even more tolerant: "In this matter, it was the prince who was confused first. That embroiderer is the aggrieved party. The princess has always been kind and generous, so why bother with her?"

"But since this has already happened, it must be handled properly. If we keep suppressing it, it will not only damage the Prince's reputation, but it will also be unfair to that Miss Hailan. She is an innocent woman who has been offended by the Prince. If she is not given a proper title, how will she face others in the manor in the future?"

"Since the Fujin is the principal wife and in charge of the household affairs, she should also properly manage the affairs of the inner quarters for the Prince. Although Hailan is just an embroiderer of low status, things have come to this point, and what's done is done. What difference does it make if she is given the title of Princess?"

Upon hearing this, Gao Xiyue's lips curled down slightly.

What do you mean by "just a princess"? Is there really such a big difference between a princess and a concubine?

Fucha Zhuying kept her head down and remained silent.

Ruo Fu looked at Qing Ying for a while, then suddenly chuckled softly.

"As you said yourself, I am the primary wife, in charge of the whole family."

Qingying nodded, replying somewhat helplessly, "Of course—"

"Since I'm in charge of the whole family," Ruofu interrupted her, "last night, I gave orders to seal off everyone, forbidding them from uttering a single word about what happened in the embroidery room."

Qingying was taken aback.

Ruofu's eyes sharpened little by little: "I don't remember anyone in your Green Branch Courtyard who was given special permission to walk around the backyard at night."

She looked directly at Qingying: "So, how did you learn about this?"

Qingying's mouth gaped open, and she froze on the spot.

A'Ruo, standing to the side, turned pale.