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

Tingyao got up to leave, but Jingzhe raised her hand to stop her. "Young lady, the master said that if you don't want to leave, you can stay here."

Tingyao's gaze fell on Ji Anzhi.

Ji Anzhi waved her hand and shook her head, genuinely frightened by the coldness in her sister's eyes. "I don't know, it has nothing to do with me."

"Get out of the way." Tingyao's expression changed as she stared at Jingzhe.

Jingzhe was startled by her, "Master—"

Tingyao pushed her hand away and strode out. Jingzhe tried to chase after her, but Ji Anzhi grabbed her in one swift motion. "Think carefully. If you hurt me, what will happen to you? If you do my sister a favor, your master won't blame you. But if you make my sister unhappy, what do you think your master will do?"

The movements stopped at the moment of the Awakening of Insects.

Ji Anzhi gently released her, "Let your sister go."

Tingyao had been here in a previous life, so she knew the way ahead.

Don't ask how I know; the answer is that I'm here to find the silly Zhao Siwei, who's happily drinking tea with the now-darkened and awakened Zhang Zhan.

Upon reaching the front yard, I noticed that the crowd had suddenly surged towards a certain direction.

Tingyao was led over by the crowd, and the people behind her pushed her forward. Since she couldn't get out anyway, she could only stand on tiptoe and look inside, listening to the murmurs of conversation.

"This Meng** is utterly disgraceful, actually coming here! Everyone knows that the person sitting high up inside is the culprit who made his grandfather sick!"

"I really don't know how the Meng family raised their children. They dare to yell at the Ninth Prince. They're disrespectful to the princes. They don't care about their own heads, and they don't care about the Meng family's heads either?"

Upon hearing this, Tingyao displayed the reckless energy of someone squeezing onto the subway at 8 a.m., and risked her life to push her way in.

Finally, I saw inside, but before I could even look up, all I could hear were screams.

What's wrong? What's wrong?

Tingyao squinted desperately through the crack, managing to get a glimpse of what was happening inside.

The scene was a bit exciting.

Meng Qindun actually came, staring at Meng** with an incredulous expression.

Meng**'s face was filled with anger, and his eyes were blazing as he stared at Zhao Siwei.

Zhao Siwei fell down the steps looking dumbfounded, then frowned in pain and hissed.

Zhang Zhan's face was unusually pale as he hurried down the steps. "Zhao Jiu, where did you fall?"

A voice in my ear summed it up: "Meng** actually dared to fight with the Ninth Prince and push him down the steps. She'll be remembered in history now."

Tingyao exclaimed, "I'm late!"

Never mind, let's take a look first.

Meng raised her voice, "I didn't push Zhao Siwei! How could a girl like me push a grown man! He was blocking my way! He couldn't stand up straight!"

Meng Qindun grabbed his sister, put his index finger to her lips, and told her to shut up.

Zhang Zhan's face turned cold: "Does Miss Meng know the consequences of addressing a prince by his given name?" He helped Zhao Siwei up, dusted him off, and told Xiaoshu to fetch the imperial physician.

Zhao Siwei was really hurt from the fall. He clutched his knee and pointed to the chair next to him, asking Zhang Zhan to help him over.

"Does it hurt a lot?" Zhang Zhan asked anxiously.

Zhao Siwei was in so much pain that beads of sweat formed on his forehead. To describe his pain, he said, "If I were ten years younger, I would have been sitting on the ground, looking up and crying."

"What are you pretending for!" Seeing Zhao Siwei limping, Meng** shouted even louder. "It's just four small steps, how could a grown man fall and cripple his leg?"

Zhao Siwei sat down, and Zhang Zhan bent down to look at Zhao Siwei's knees.

The hand was already bruised and even bleeding. He tentatively touched it lightly, but Zhao Siwei pushed his hand away, crying, "Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!"

He fell incorrectly and hit his kneecap directly; he needs to recover.

Zhang Zhan gently wiped the bloodstains from Zhao Siwei with his handkerchief. Seeing that Zhao Siwei was in real pain, he looked at him questioningly, as if he wanted to cause trouble for the Meng family.

He didn't really believe Zhao Siwei could have fallen like that; he was very skilled.

Zhao Siwei tilted his head and met Zhang Zhan's questioning gaze. He looked shocked and pointed at Meng**, questioning him with his eyes: What, don't tell me you've taken a liking to her!

Zhang Zhan patted his good knee to soothe his agitated state, indicating that he disliked Meng** at all and would stand up for him, so he shouldn't cause trouble.

Well, once today is over, he'll be teased again for bullying women.

He ordered someone to find ice, then stood up and looked at Meng**, “Miss Meng pushed the Ninth Prince down the steps. I wasn’t the only one who saw it; many guests witnessed it as well.”

"He fell by himself!" Meng** was truly wronged. She refused to accept being misunderstood and wronged by her crush.

"Why did Your Highness fall down on your own?" Zhang Zhan put his hands behind his back. "Miss Meng, please apologize to Your Highness first."

Zhao Siwei wasn't a petty person, but right now he was in so much pain that the ghost fire was bubbling in his chest, and with so many people watching, he had to put on a show.

First, let Meng** kowtow and admit his mistake. Then Zhao Siwei can grumble a few more words, and the matter will be settled and won't escalate.

Before Meng** could make a move, Meng Qindun had already stepped forward and knelt down before Zhao Siwei, "Please forgive me, Your Highness, my sister has been spoiled by her family, I will take her away now!"

Zhao Siwei hugged his knees and blew on his own, truly furious.

Meng was unhappy, "It's clearly..."

"What is 'Mingming'?" Zhang Zhan said coldly. "Is the Ninth Prince's injury related to you? If so, that's enough. The Ninth Prince hasn't said anything yet, so what more does Miss Meng want?"

"Sister!" Meng Qindun called out to Meng**, demanding that she kneel down and apologize.

Meng** gritted his teeth and remained unmoved, "Why should I kneel before him! He's not the emperor!"

Upon hearing this, Tingyao, who was in the crowd, wiped her face.

In other words, kneeling before someone means you're acknowledging them as the emperor?

Sure enough, Zhao Siwei laughed upon hearing this, "That's right, how could I be the Crown Prince's brother who could make your Meng family kneel down in complete submission?"

Those watching the spectacle looked on with sympathy.

Zhao Siwei was extremely cunning. If he didn't care, fine, but if he really did, he would have plenty of ways to deal with you. He was the emperor's youngest son, and if he went back and acted spoiled, the emperor would do whatever he wanted. Not to mention that Zhang Zhan, who was the most protective of Zhao Siwei, witnessed everything.

Meng** is likely to cause unrest throughout the Meng family.

Meng** looked at Zhao Siwei and said, "The Crown Prince is the heir apparent and the future emperor. You could even call him the invisible emperor of today. As for you, you are just a spoiled prince who only has a position because your mother sells her face. How long can you be arrogant when your mother gets old and loses her beauty?"

Meng Qindun was shocked and collapsed to the ground, feeling as if his neck had rolled on the ground.

Zhao Siwei responded with an "Oh," and then asked, "So this is how your Meng family sees me?"

Zhang Zhan rarely spoke so sharply, saying, "Meng**, do you know that plotting to murder a prince, insulting the current imperial concubine, and gossiping about the Crown Prince are three crimes? It's not just that you die, but whether your whole family can live in the capital in the future is a mystery?"

“I don’t care how you came here. Whether you’re holding a grudge against the person who organized the poetry gathering and your family and want to curse him, you’ve ruined my Zhang Zhan’s banquet. You can go back and tell your grandfather and father that your family no longer needs to have anything to do with the Marquis’s mansion.”

Regardless of her purpose in coming, the key is to seize the opportunity to prevent the Meng family from associating with the Crown Prince. In that case, the Meng family will have no choice but to become Zhao Siwei's grandson, which would be a way of showing their support for Zhao Siwei.

After Zhao Siwei recovered from her pain, she realized how clever Zhang Zhan was. He had managed to extricate himself from the situation with just one sentence. Meng** had come to scold her enemy, yet he had left her with the option of "filial piety" as a way out.

He could concoct schemes with just a few words, but if you really looked at him with a clear head, the more you looked at him, the more uncomfortable you felt.

When Zhang Zhan saw Zhao Siwei looking at him, he was a little confused about his meaning. After all, the two of them had a fight last night, but at least he didn't burn down the Marquis's mansion when he stayed overnight, which meant that Zhao Siwei had only made him feel resentful, and he didn't deserve to die.

Meng was stunned by Zhang Zhan's words and could only repeat, "I didn't push him..."

Zhao Siwei's voice turned slightly cold, "Say that again?"

Meng** suddenly shuddered.