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

Tingyao lowered her eyes.

Zhao Siwei, who was currently in this place, came to mind.

He definitely didn't come to see her. He didn't have this role in the Meng family in his previous life. We need to figure out what he has planned in advance.

His primary target is definitely Zhang Zhan. He first eliminates the possibility of forming an alliance with Ji Anzhi, so what's the next step?

Besides solidifying Zhang Zhan's image as a talented scholar, the poetry gathering also attracted people who wanted to get close to Zhao Siwei and Zhao Sicong to actively pledge their allegiance to him.

This also forms the basis of Zhang Zhan's future network of connections. He would indeed recommend people to Zhao Siwei and Zhao Sicong, but he also collected a lot of people for himself.

Poetry gatherings are like Boss Zhipin (a job recruitment platform).

The talent market for the three big bosses.

Faced with Meng** and Ji Anzhi, who were about to start arguing, she exercised her right to vote.

"Go ahead."

Meng**'s eyes lit up, and she pounced on her best friend, giving her a bear hug. "I knew you loved me the most!"

"Sister, you can't!" Ji Anzhi stopped her.

That shouldn't be the case; Tingyao should definitely be able to understand human speech.

"Then why aren't you going?" Meng** glanced at her, hugging Tingyao even tighter. What sister? She was Tingyao's true sister.

Ji Anzhi's expression froze.

Two votes for admission, one vote for rejection. The minority either submits to the majority or breaks away from the majority to form their own faction.

Finally, seeing that the two had changed into maids' clothes, Ji Anzhi stopped struggling, said "wait a minute," and went to change as well.

Meng** then whispered to Tingyao, "What's wrong with her? She should be at odds with you. I thought she just came here to hide, so I just made sure she had good food and drink..."

“She’s smart, she might even be able to help us if she comes along.” Tingyao rubbed her cheek. “Don’t worry, you’re the best person in the world to me.”

Meng** was waiting for this question: "If I were to pursue Zhang Zhan, would you support me?"

Tingyao: "..."

Alright, so that's where she was waiting.

“I know his official partner is a princess. What I mean is, it would be okay for him to be friends with Zhang Zhan.”

Tingyao frowned.

"I promise I won't do anything reckless, just pretend I'm a fan! My idol is right in front of me, how can I stay calm!"

Tingyao remained silent, as if dead.

In silence, Ji Anzhi changed her clothes and came out.

"Ji Er! What do you think of Zhang Zhan?"

Ji Anzhi blinked and gave him a high score: "He's perfect. There's no man in the capital who's more popular with girls. He has no flaws. He's been at the top of the list of sons-in-law in the capital for a long time. But do you know what his flaws are?"

She paused for a moment, then said, "Sometimes he's not thinking straight. The noble ladies I'm close to always gossip about how the Ninth Prince is a burden to him. After all, he's taken the blame for a lot of things for the Ninth Prince, and Zhang Zhan is happy about it. I think Zhang Zhan is the one with a mental problem."

Tingyao: ...

Is this an insult to Zhang Zhan? It's clearly an insult to Zhao Siwei. Well, in the early stages, Zhang Zhan was truly the white moonlight that everyone admired.

Sneaking out through the side gate, the three girls squeezed into a small carriage and headed towards the poetry gathering.

As we entered through the side gate of the poetry gathering courtyard, Meng**, who was leading the way, immediately said something was wrong, turned around and ran, shouting, "Hurry, hurry!"

Tingyao and Ji Anzhi remained unmoved. Instead, they both craned their necks to see who this person was who could frighten the bold Meng** into such a desperate attempt to flee for their lives. They had to see for themselves.

Upon closer inspection, Tingyao and Ji Anzhi's hair almost stood on end.

"Hey, aren't these the three of you who were just saying you were going to admire the flowers in the courtyard? What are you doing here?"

Zhao Siwei had been waiting for Meng** with his arms crossed for quite some time.

No one knows a daughter better than her father, so Meng** would never give up any opportunity to see Zhang Zhan.

Zhao Siwei first reprimanded and educated him, "Meng**, your grandfather is still struggling on his sickbed, and you ran to a poetry gathering that angered your grandfather. Are you trying to host a banquet for your grandfather? You really want to hear the suona. How about I find a band to play it for you for a year?"

He then nagged another troublesome girl, "Second Miss Ji, you're not here to thank Zhang Zhan for helping you at the suburban banquet, are you? You're a smart woman, don't you know who he's really helping? Or are you thinking of repaying this kindness with your body?"

Ji Anzhi shook her head vigorously, "I'm leaving now." She grabbed Tingyao and Meng**'s arms with both hands and was about to run away with them.

Meng** refused to leave, arrogantly shouting, "What's it to you! What are you doing here all day, idling around all day?"

Ji Anzhi almost roared in her heart: Because Zhang Zhan is here! It's perfectly normal for the Ninth Prince to come. It would be strange if he didn't come! Also, why do you have no manners towards the prince? Don't get me and my sister in trouble!

Tingyao simply facepalmed.

Meng** viewed Zhao Siwei with prejudice, thinking he was a naive and simple-minded fool in the early stages.

Zhao Siwei has always been a big fan of Zhang Zhan's poetry gatherings! Sometimes when Zhang Zhan is stumped, Zhao Siwei will cover for him.

These two men read the same books, but their approaches to life and interpersonal relationships differed. Zhao Siwei was favored by the emperor, so he must have had some extraordinary abilities!

Zhao Siwei narrowed his eyes. "Your coming here has nothing to do with me, but you just happened to come to me. Today I am visiting your grandfather on behalf of the Emperor. If your grandfather's condition suddenly worsens, it will be clear that you are being unfilial, but the Emperor will think that I am the one who caused it. What will we do then?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his guards Xiaoshu and Dashu stepped forward to shoo them away.

The guard who looked over from Meng** stiffened his neck and said, "He took my jade pendant and didn't give it back to me, nor did he come back quietly to return it. I had no choice but to come to him. It's only easy to do this at the poetry gathering..."

Zhao Siwei: "..."

He saw Tingyao nod, then turned his head away and closed his eyes in silence.

"Would Your Highness be willing to go in place of Miss Meng?" Ji Anzhi suddenly asked.

Meng** doesn't listen to her, but surely she wouldn't dare to disobey Zhao Siwei.

Meng**, hands on hips: "I don't care!"

Ji Anzhi felt as if she had been struck by lightning.

Zhao Siwei didn't stand on ceremony, gesturing for Xiaoshu and Dashu to return, saying, "It's none of my business." He then turned and left.

Ji Anzhi was shocked. "Meng**, how dare you disrespect His Highness the Ninth Prince! Disrespecting the royal family is punishable by a beating at best, and execution or exile at worst!"

Meng** puffed out her cheeks and questioned her, "Whose side are you on? Your sister hasn't said anything, so shut up."

Ji Anzhi immediately called out "Sister," but then saw Tingyao scratching her neck.

"Are you feeling unwell, sister?" Ji Anzhi grabbed her hand, peeked out, and exclaimed, "Sister, your neck is all red from scratching!"

"Let me see!" Meng frowned. "Are you having an allergic reaction?"

Tingyao was startled by the two men, and by the time she came to her senses, she had already been pinned down in a clean room.

Meng** said she was going to find a doctor, but Tingyao couldn't catch her, and Ji Anzhi chased after her but couldn't pull her back either.

"Sister, what's wrong with Meng**? She's a well-known noble lady, yet she has no manners at all. In the capital, not knowing the rules will get you killed."

The best course of action would be to seek help from Zhao Siwei, who has already discovered them. They are unfamiliar with the area, and if something were to happen to them here, it would be irreparable.

“Miss Ji, this medicine will make you feel better.” Jingzhe walked in. “His Highness the Ninth Prince said that I should escort you back first.”

Tingyao: "What is he going to do?"

She stood up, touched her neck, and realized what was happening.

"He did it."

It refers to an allergic reaction on the neck.

Jingzhe gave a very soft "hmm".

Connecting the dots at the points of suspicion.

The fragrance on Zhao Siwei today is strange; it's a flower that she's allergic to.

His second target was Meng!

Zhang Zhan achieved success through the help of women: Ji Anzhi, Meng**, Xu Tutu, ***...

Perhaps Zhao Siwei's idea was to directly sever these women's contact with Zhang Zhan.