Transmigrating into a book to save her best friend, her sickly husband vies for her affections every

Tingyao hummed in agreement, "I understand what Grandmother means."

Old Mrs. Ji had previously been thinking that since she and Meng** got closer, she might be able to have an affair with Meng Qindun's second brother. However, Meng Qindun was a troublesome child who never grew up, which annoyed her, let alone Old Mrs. Ji.

“Grandmother, today I saw that the Ninth Prince was accompanied by a young master. He is said to be a strategist but is actually a divine physician. However, because he was falsely accused of killing someone with medicine in the past, his identity as a physician cannot be made public. I would like to send someone to investigate. If he is truly capable, how about letting him treat you?”

The only purpose of Old Madam Ji's life or death in the entire book is to allow Ji Anzhi, who has become the Crown Prince's concubine, to legitimately leave the Eastern Palace and secretly plot important matters with Zhang Zhan.

To be honest, this author is really ruthless. Just like that, she managed to kill her grandmother. Thumbs down, she deserves a bad review.

Hearing her granddaughter's caring words, Grandma Ji felt very comforted and smiled lovingly, "That's how it is when you get old. I'm very happy that you have such a kind heart. Just make sure we don't get involved with the royal family, or it won't end well. As long as you're happy, Grandma will stay healthy."

Tingyao nodded.

They always wanted to make Zhao Siwei's name familiar to Old Madam Ji. Who knows what kind of earth-shattering things Zhao Siwei might do next?

Right now, she's afraid of getting a headache, so she has to think twice before saying anything, and she doesn't even dare to say anything at all. If only she could have someone who wasn't afraid of Zhao Siwei, and who could even make Zhao Siwei listen to her a little.

Grandma Ji's voice rang in my ears again.

"Alright, after this, your second sister will know how good you are. She's more shrewd than you. In the future, don't always listen to Meng**. Go ask her more often. If you were half as clever as her, I could laugh for days."

Tingyao: ...

The most venomous words come from family members.

**

Back at Shianzhai, Tingyao told everyone not to disturb her, locked herself in her room, and began to slowly work out the current situation.

The good news is that Chung Yu-ling made it onto the scene alive, and with this professional wet nurse, their team has more security.

Ji Anzhi's storyline seems irreparable at present; on the contrary, she has gained a super brain that rivals Zhang Zhan's.

She picked up her pen and wrote Zhao Siwei's name.

His biggest problem remains his relationship with Xu Tutu; he can only consider the journey complete if he ascends the throne and makes Xu Tutu his empress.

Zhao Siwei is back, and he probably has a lot of things planned in advance. We should just wait and see. The best strategy is to remain unchanged and deal with all changes.

Currently, Zhao Siwei has not directly expressed his desire to become emperor. He needs further psychological counseling on this point. Also, his attitude towards Zhang Zhan needs to be considered. He shouldn't offend Zhang Zhan prematurely this time.

Tingyao stopped writing, feeling a fog before her eyes. But there was no need to panic. It wasn't over yet, and everything could still be changed.

Following the original plot, there are two major storylines: a palace banquet and a royal winter hunt.

After tidying up, Tingyao threw the papers into the incense burner.

Before the palace banquet, there was still some time, and what she needed to do was to reorganize the Ji family.

***

The night deepened.

Inside the residence of the Marquis of Pingyang.

Zhang Zhan was organizing the bookshelves in his study. The shelves were full of books about romance and nature, not his own, but Zhao Siwei's. Zhao Siwei found them interesting and insisted on buying them, but dared not put them in the palace for fear of angering his mother, so they took up most of his study.

Hearing the sound of the door being opened, Zhang Zhan continued to carefully wipe a thin layer of dust off the shelf. "Have you been very busy lately?" he asked in his usual gentle tone.

From the moment he realized what had happened, he counted on his fingers that Zhao Siwei hadn't come to his place for a month and a half; more precisely, they hadn't even met up or had a small get-together alone.

He was appointed by the Empress Dowager to be the Crown Prince's tutor, so he would enter the palace every day. Either Zhao Siwei would come to talk to him, or he would take some time to sit in his palace for a while.

Although he was the heir of the Marquis's mansion, everyone in the capital knew that he was the posthumous son of the first wife, the Marquis's wife. The current Marquis's wife was his second wife and stepmother. She couldn't wait for him to die so that the position of heir could be passed on to her son. His only support in the family was his grandparents.

He was precocious and handsome as a child, so he was praised to the skies. Zhao Siwei came here because he wanted to see what kind of person he was, and then see him get beaten up by his stepmother and his aunt's younger brother and sister.

Zhao Siwei neither intervened nor called for help. He single-handedly rolled up his sleeves and started beating up his younger brother and sister. He was terrified, thinking it was some young master who had come to visit. Afraid that he would be implicated, he tried to pull him away, but couldn't. Seeing that his younger brother's teeth had been knocked out, he pushed Zhao Siwei to the ground. Then, Zhao Siwei, who had gotten up, punched him in the nose, causing it to bleed.

She even retorted, "I should have watched you get beaten to death! Just wait, I'll make your whole family kneel down and apologize to me right now!"

He witnessed the whole family kneeling down.

In the end, he suffered the worst fate. He had to kneel before the ancestral tablets at home and was then dragged by his grandfather to the palace to apologize to Zhao Siwei.

Zhao Siwei also suffered a terrible fate, being punished to write a letter of apology. He couldn't write it, so he kindly helped him by becoming Zhao Siwei's study companion and writing for him. Zhao Siwei also used his status as the Ninth Prince to help him gain a foothold in the Marquis's mansion and make him famous in the capital.

Even when he went to the Crown Prince's side, his heart was with Liu Bei while he was in Cao Cao's camp. He was always planning for Zhao Siwei's future, fearing that if Zhao Siwei wanted to pursue great things in the future, he would be unable to do so without resources.

That's good, he turned his head away and ignored everyone, and he still doesn't know why.

Zhao Siwei leaned against the door with her arms crossed, not wanting to look at him any longer.

He didn't want to come. They'd beg and pleaded with him until they were blocking the palace gates. If he didn't come soon, they'd have to go sit in his room and have some tea.

Zhao Siwei said bluntly, "If you have something to say, say it; otherwise, I'm leaving."

"Then I'll be frank." Zhang Zhan turned to the side, wiped the dust off his fingers with a clean handkerchief, and smiled slightly. "Who is it that stirred up trouble between us in front of you?"

It wasn't a question, it was a statement of certainty.

Zhao Siwei cracked his knuckles. "Didn't you put your eyes next to me? Can't you see clearly?"

Zhang Zhan's voice was somewhat cold, a tone characteristic of his usual exasperation at Zhao Siwei: "If you weren't my informant, you would have been ruined long ago."

He walked to the table, drank half a cup of tea, and stared at him. "You gave Jingzhe to Ji Tingyao. You've taken a liking to her?"

"What's it to you?" Zhao Siwei straightened his back, squinted, and said, "Remove all the spies you've placed around me, or I'll force you to hand them their heads."

Zhang Zhan shrugged indifferently and looked at him quietly. "Then go ahead and kill. I'll make up for every few you kill. You can wear the label of 'treating human life like dirt' if you like."

Zhao Siwei gave a genuine cold laugh.

He really wanted to sew Zhang Zhan's mouth shut.

I really don't understand what a bunch of girls in Beijing like about Zhang Zhan! His face? Can a face feed you?

The unsealed mouth spoke again, "Xu Tutu is deeply devoted to you, and the military power behind the Duke of Xu's mansion is more formidable than you think. You'd better take the initiative in this marriage."

Zhao Siwei simply tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and covered his ears with his hands.

Zhang Zhan's eyes suddenly turned cold as he scrutinized the rebellious Zhao Siwei. "I'll count to three, and you're still behaving like this. I'll go find your mother right now and have her deal with you."

"three!"

"two--"

Zhao Siwei raised his hand to stop him from talking, and then raised it again to let him continue, saying he was listening.

It's so annoying. He was so naughty when he was little, while Zhang Zhan was incredibly well-behaved. Compared to him, he was a little devil. His mother doted on Zhang Zhan and treated him like her own son. Whenever Zhang Zhan complained, he would be beaten and run all over the palace.

They are utterly inhuman and devoid of any sense of justice.