The life swap begins with Consort Hua becoming Lady Qin.

Shilan, wearing a headband, leaned against the headboard, holding the tiny bundle in her arms, feeling she couldn't get enough of looking at it.

Although he was ruddy and wrinkled, like a little old man, she felt that there was no more handsome child in the world.

"Third Brother is a caring person." Madam Ruan said with a smile. She was one of the most useful servants of her mother-in-law Chen Ning. She was best at helping women recover after childbirth. In the past, after her mother-in-law or sister-in-law Shen Shi gave birth, she was the one who took care of them.

Mother Ruan continued, "I was born at the end of the first lunar month, just as the weather was about to warm up, so that the new mother wouldn't suffer during her postpartum period and could recover quickly."

These words struck a chord with Shilan.

Her child, naturally, also missed her just as much as she missed him.

He generously rewarded the man with a wave of his hand.

Songzhi took out the gold and silver ingots and brocade strips she had prepared earlier, and each of the old women and maids serving in the room received a share.

Even the rough-and-ready old women in the outer courtyard were included.

For a time, the house was filled with joy, and congratulations were offered incessantly.

Shilan's smile deepened. Since it was a joyous occasion, the more people who shared in the happiness, the better. She firmly believed that only in this way could good fortune continue endlessly.

Mother-in-law Chen Ning was so happy that she came every day.

Despite the lingering chill of early spring outside, she didn't care and, wrapped in a thick cloak, made two or three trips a day to Shilan Courtyard.

Like Shilan, she thought her third grandson was handsome no matter how you looked at him, and would often say to Shilan with the wisdom of an experienced person, "Look at his nose, it must be from his father, but his eyebrows and eyes are like yours, and his mouth is like yours too, so delicate. Oh my good grandson, you have such good taste, you can pick such a good one. When he grows up to be fifteen, he can just stand there at Jinming Pond and I wonder how many young girls will fall in love with him."

His tone was very confident, as if the title of the most handsome man in Bianjing had been easily taken by this little old man with red wrinkles.

Shilan was amused, but she also loved listening to it.

When Chen Ning arrived on the tenth day after the child's birth, her face was filled with even greater joy.

After dismissing everyone else, leaving only her trusted nanny by her side, she took Shilan's hand and whispered, "Good news has come from the palace! Consort Zhang and Consort Miao have both given birth one after the other, both to princes. Mother and children are safe and sound, and I heard their cries are louder and louder than the last, and they are very healthy!"

Shilan nodded. This was indeed a good thing. Zhao Zongquan should get lost.

"The Emperor is overjoyed." Chen Ning's eyes gleamed with pride. "He even mentioned you specifically, saying that our third brother is very fortunate, and has bestowed many fine things upon him. What's even more remarkable is that the Emperor personally bestowed upon our third brother the name—Qin. Zhang Qin."

钦。

This is a gift from Heaven, an honor beyond compare.

This name is excellent, and it also aligns with the naming order of the grandchildren of the Duke of England, Cong Jin.

After Chen Ning finished speaking, he took Shi Lan's hand, his eyes gentle and understanding: "I've discussed it with your father-in-law. Your formal name is an imperial favor, and we are grateful and cannot refuse. But your childhood name… you, as her mother, will choose it. Do you have one you like?"

Shilan felt a warmth in her heart; her mother-in-law truly cared for her and understood her deeply.

The name of a first child naturally holds different meanings for a mother.

When she was pregnant for the first time in her past life, although she was happy, it was also mixed with a lot of scheming.

After all, she was young at the time, confident in her physical strength, and thought that having children was just a natural thing. Although the child in her womb was her first, it would definitely not be her last.

Therefore, what she thought about more was how her status in the Yong Prince's Mansion and in Yinzhen's heart would change after she had a child.

They weren't that concerned about the baby inside them.

Until that bowl of medicine to prevent miscarriage was taken, until flesh and blood were torn apart and all hope was lost.

In the days and nights that followed, she missed the child again and again.

In hindsight, I wondered what he would have looked like if he had been born and grown up safely.

Could he be as intelligent and exceptional as the eldest prince Honghui, who died young?

No, her child should be healthier.

Will he be as tall and strong as the Third Prince Hongshi?

No, her child will surely be both scholarly and martial, just like her brother Nian Gengyao, who will not only excel in the imperial examinations but also be a formidable warrior on the battlefield.

However, fate never responded to her.

After a long, hopeless, and painful wait, day after day.

Those superficial expectations, tainted with utilitarianism and resentment, were peeled away layer by layer through years of painful tempering, ultimately leaving only a mother's most humble wish:

As long as he can come back, be healthy, and live a long and healthy life.

She asked for nothing more.

In recent days, she had considered calling him Guizhou.

Because he was the small boat that brought her to shore after two lifetimes of wandering and countless tribulations, carrying all the hope and redemption she had lost and regained.

But at this moment, looking at this real, warm little life in my arms, and listening to his occasional soft murmurs, all the fancy words and profound meanings seem superfluous.

She is just a mother, a mother who has lost something and therefore knows all the more how to cherish it.

"Brother Fu".

She looked up at Chen Ning, a soft, contented smile blooming on her lips: "His nickname will be Fu Ge'er. May he have long-lasting good fortune and enjoy good health and happiness."