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

Zhao Sicong: "Ninth Brother, why are you being so aggressive? You bully Zhang Zhan in front of the elders, who knows how you humiliate him behind his back."

Zhao Siwei: "You're really cured, aren't you? I don't know which dog gave you so much to do. How old are you? You still have to tutor me! What word don't you know? I'll teach you."

Zhang Zhan: "Stop arguing."

"Shut up," Zhao Siwei snapped.

Zhao Sicong: "No wonder Ninth Brother doesn't have many friends. How can anyone be willing to follow him?"

"Are you looking for a beating?" Zhao Siwei spat at Zhao Sicong.

Zhang Zhan suddenly felt an urge to kneel between the two of them. "Zhao Jiu, the Crown Prince is your brother. Please show him some respect."

“I’m older than you, so show me some respect and shut up!” Zhao Siwei said coldly.

Zhao Fucang rolled his eyes and turned his head away, "Why don't you three go outside and have a fight before you come back and talk!"

Zhao Siwei, Zhang Zhan, and Zhao Sicong immediately knelt down without saying a word.

Zhao Fucang pointed at the table, warning the three men below, "If you want to settle this privately, I'll give you a piece of land where you can fight and kill as you please. But if you want to be completely innocent, you'd better behave yourselves!"

Zhao Fucang was genuinely afraid that his two sons would fight. "Zhang Zhan, kneel in the middle."

After kneeling down again, Zhao Fu'er spoke first, "If the Empress finds Zhang Zhan's words unreasonable, then what about me? Can't I testify either?"

Empress Yan was wary of Zhao Fu'er.

Zhao Fu'er stood up and bowed. "Your Majesty, I delivered the venison to Zhang Zhan. I was worried about what to include for the winter hunt banquet, and Zhang Zhan gave me a good suggestion. Your Majesty can have someone investigate this matter now."

Needless to say, Zhao Fucang investigated immediately after the incident; otherwise, Zhao Fu'er would already be in Yongzhou by now.

Zhang Zhan did indeed give any good things he obtained to Zhao Siwei.

Empress Yan was speechless, and could only say that she could afford to offend him, "Zhang Zhan, why aren't you spending time with the Crown Prince? What are you doing fooling around with the Ninth Prince?"

"What do you mean by 'mingling'?" Consort Xian was displeased. "Zhang Zhan isn't an official subordinate to the Crown Prince; he's just a study companion. If mingling with my son is considered mingling, then what about with your son? Conspiring? Usurping the throne?"

Empress Yan's face darkened. "Consort Xian is a bit too cautious with her words."

Zhao Fucang had another headache; the noise was driving him crazy.

Zhao Fu'er continued, "Now that the Crown Prince has suddenly relented, isn't it because he realizes that investigating this matter further would be detrimental to you?"

She then looked at Empress Yan, "The reason the Empress arrested the Ninth Prince is because Consort Xian was in charge of the palace banquet, isn't it?"

Finally, he looked at Zhao Sicong and said, "The Crown Prince's trouble was due to what he ate. So, I checked everything the Crown Prince ate that day."

The Crown Prince's clothing, food, housing, and transportation were all recorded and managed by designated personnel.

Zhao Fu'er took a deep breath.

Then, she opened her eyes and stared coldly at Zhang Zhan.

Zhang Zhan looked puzzled. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Zhao Fu'er: "You came with the Crown Prince's carriage." She looked at Zhao Sicong.

Zhao Sicong nodded; there was no point in not nodding, as many people had already seen it.

"What did the Crown Prince eat in his carriage?" Zhao Fu'er asked herself, answering her own question, "A pot of wine, right? Why didn't the Crown Prince nod in agreement?"

Zhao Sicong sensed something was wrong when he heard this.

It is true that they drank alcohol, but it was brought by Zhang Zhan and packed in a food box. Zhang Zhan took it with him when they left, so no one except Zhang Zhan knew about it.

If Zhang Zhan wanted to use this to harm him, it would make sense.

Zhao Sicong glanced at Zhang Zhan out of the corner of his eye, and inexplicably moved a little further away from him.

"What do you mean?" Zhao Fucang asked.

Zhao Fu'er: "Your Majesty, the wine and the wine prepared for the banquet contain ingredients that are incompatible. If you drink or eat too much of it, you will suffer from abdominal pain, vomit blood, and then fall into a coma. So, it was the Crown Prince who did this on purpose."

As she spoke, someone brought up the wine jug.

"and"

Zhao Sicong shouted angrily, "Auntie, you're framing me!"

Zhao Fu'er said, "Don't we have both witnesses and physical evidence? Zhang Zhan, you're partly to blame for this too!"

Zhang Zhan spoke up, "Princess, are you saying that the Crown Prince and I want to kill the Ninth Prince? If I really wanted to kill the Ninth Prince, I would have had plenty of opportunities. Besides, isn't using the Crown Prince's life to frame the Ninth Prince too costly?"

Zhao Siwei already felt that the two of them were acting. He didn't believe such a charade, let alone his father. He hoped that his father would die even faster.

How could Zhang Zhan possibly come up with such a scheme to save him? He might as well wait for his mother to cry.

Zhao Fu'er took a deep breath. "Xu Tutu, this was also Zhang Zhan's doing, wasn't it? Making Zhao Siwei an accomplice in protecting you. In this way, the Xu State Duke's Mansion will no longer think about marrying Xu Tutu to Zhao Siwei. What a brilliant two birds with one stone!"

Zhao Siwei frowned. How could Xu Tutu's matter be brought up in the open?

Zhang Zhan was also momentarily shocked; he hadn't told Zhao Fu'er about this.

Then it can only be Ji Tingyao!

What exactly is this woman trying to do?!

Now it was Zhao Fucang's turn to get excited, "You two did it to Xu Tutu?"

Zhao Siwei: ...

He's innocent, truly innocent. He didn't do it; it was Zhang Zhan who did it.

"Don't drag Zhang Zhan into everything," Zhao Fucang said, rubbing his eyes.

Zhao Siwei looked at his father with complicated emotions. He even suspected that his father had known for a long time that Zhang Zhan was his son, and that the princes were protecting him from his own folly, and that his fighting with Zhang Zhan was all his fault.

Even at this point, I still believe Zhang Zhan is definitely innocent.

Zhao Fu'er stared at Zhang Zhan. This was what Ting Yao had told her: to bring Xu Tu Tu's incident into the open, to make a big fuss about it, and the bigger the fuss, the more the Emperor would want to deal with it quickly.

She found it unbelievable, but then she thought it might be possible, so she actually went to look it up...

Standing in the shadows, Tingyao also clenched her fingers.

It would be too difficult to turn this matter around simply by following Zhang Zhan's script.

So, she added a little something extra.

However, Tingyao's eyes flickered as she listened to Zhao Fu'er's words.

“I personally inspected the scene, along with the Minister of the Court of Judicial Review, the Minister of Justice, and the Governor of the Northern Garrison. We found traces of a cat and cat hair. There are many cats in the palace. Xu Tutu herself said that she was frightened by something. It is reasonable to speculate that it was a cat.”

“There aren’t many cat owners in the palace, but you weren’t there when Xu Tutu had the accident, so you’re a prime suspect. Don’t tell me you don’t have a cat; there really is one cat in the palace that listens to you, Zhang Zhan.”

"That calico cat, apart from you and Zhao Jiu, no one can get it to move. Only an old woman is responsible for feeding it. Because the cat scratches people, it is kept in a separate room. Only the two of you who are free each day can take it out for some fresh air."

"So you took the cat away, which scared Xu Tutu into the water. I don't have physical evidence, but this cat is enough to deduce that although Xu Tutu is naive, the only person who could make him leave alone, besides Zhao Siwei, is you."

As Zhao Fu'er spoke, she stared at Zhang Zhan, as if she felt that Zhang Zhan shouldn't have lied to her about this.