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

Zhao Siwei, who knew nothing about it, was laughing to himself. You two dare to lie like this.

Isn't this going too far?

He had no hope for today's interrogation, but now he realized that Zhang Zhan and Zhao Fu'er had really set up a great stage for him.

They were truly determined to get him out of there.

In fact, according to his own thinking, his father needed someone to suppress Empress Yan's maternal family, and the hardships he had endured would eventually be rewarded to him.

"Zhao Jiu, do you know you're going to die?" Zhao Fu'er looked at him. "You drank that pot of wine too, and the spices sprinkled on the venison can also kill you!"

As he spoke, he summoned the imperial physician.

Zhao Siwei's gaze fell on the imperial physician who had come in. He had actually bribed the physician who had been treating his father, the emperor.

After taking his pulse, Physician Qian nodded. "His Highness the Ninth Prince is indeed poisoned. Even a little milk can trigger his diarrhea."

The princes and princesses received a special supply of milk every day.

“Aunt, don’t you think you’re being ridiculous?” Zhao Sicong said, “You and Zhang Zhan are working together to protect Ninth Brother. I’ve already said that this has nothing to do with him, and you’re still trying to use this to smear me?”

Zhao Fu'er: "That's right. If you die, Zhang Zhan will be free, right? And the Empress's people will all think it was Zhao Jiu's doing. Zhao Jiu protected Zhang Zhan, and by 'protected,' I mean she didn't care about anything or ask anything, she genuinely protected him. So Zhang Zhan won't lose out, since he has options ahead anyway."

“But if things remain as they are, he will not be truly valued by the Crown Prince, and Zhao Jiu will feel that he has already harbored disloyal intentions. The Marquis’s Mansion only gave him honor because it was wary of Zhao Jiu, and now it is almost gone.”

"You two idiots, you were outsmarted by one person and you're fighting like dogs."

Zhao Fu'er pointed at Zhao Sicong and Zhao Siwei and mocked them.

"Zhao Jiu, do you really think Zhang Zhan visits you out of concern for you? Why does he only go after you've been tortured? Isn't it to make sure you're not dead?"

Zhao Siwei was stunned.

No way, you guys are going to act like this? He's taking it seriously.

Zhang Zhan looked at Zhao Siwei: "Your Highness suspects me!"

Zhao Fu'er: "Brother, why don't you have someone bring a bowl of milk and see if Zhao Jiu will have any problems after drinking it!"

Doctor Qian: "You will feel uncomfortable, but you won't die immediately. You need a certain amount. The toxins in the spices can remain in your body for at least six months. These toxins are not common and are very expensive."

Zhao Sicong felt that regardless of whether it was true or false, Zhang Zhan was absolutely not to be taken.

"Zhang Zhan, I trusted you so much, how dare you trick me into drinking poison!"

Zhang Zhan: "Your Highness, I didn't!"

Empress Yan waited for her son to speak, and once she was certain that he intended to abandon Zhang Zhan, she displayed her imperial authority, saying, "Zhang Zhan, you and Zhao Jiu really put on a good show, each of you getting involved! Scheming against the Crown Prince! What is your punishment!"

Zhao Siwei, seeing the look Zhao Fucang was giving him, said, "Father, I..."

He should tell me what? I know nothing about it, and this has nothing to do with me? What about Zhang Zhan? He looked at Zhao Fu'er, his eyes filled with hesitation and confusion.

Once he speaks up, the matter becomes largely irrelevant to him.

Zhang Zhan kowtowed and cupped his hands, saying, "Your Majesty is wise. This matter has nothing to do with me. It is all malicious speculation by the authorities!"

Consort Xian spoke up at this moment, "I'll have Zhang Zhan review the menu for the banquet..."

Therefore, as long as Zhang Zhan is determined, he can really do it. This is not to exonerate Zhao Siwei and kill Zhao Sicong in return, but it is genuine!

Consort Xian was startled and stood up, staring at Zhang Zhan in disbelief. "Child, I... I treated you like half a son. What Ninth Brother has, I've always prepared for you as well. I... no, child, why are you doing this? Crown Prince, did the Crown Prince force you?"

"Your subject did not!" Zhao Sicong disregarded his discomfort and knelt forward. "Father, do I really need to set up a trap for my ninth brother to punish him for all the mistakes he makes every day?"

Zhao Fucang's eyes darted between his two sons.

"Father, you know how close Zhang Zhan and Ninth Brother are. Over the years, he hasn't been very loyal to his son!" Zhao Sicong said anxiously, then paused, "Ninth Brother, what did I do to offend you that made you and Zhang Zhan conspire to kill me!"

He was really going to die.

Zhao Siwei looked at Zhao Fu'er, then at Zhang Zhan.

If it was just to exonerate him, then everything else Zhang Zhan did was superfluous. Or was he really planning something else?

“Then investigate,” Zhao Siwei said. “Father, there are many suspicious points in this matter.”

"Zhao Jiu!" Zhao Fu'er roared, "You don't even believe me anymore?"

Zhao Fucang also spoke up, "In that case, Zhang Zhan will no longer hold any post from this day forward."

They took away his job as a tutor.

"Everyone, leave." Zhao Fucang rubbed his head. "Let me calm down. Crown Prince, please stay."

Zhao Siwei saw Zhang Zhan reach out to help him up and asked him to help him up.

Zhao Siwei forbade anyone to follow him.

I went outside, but there was no one there.

Zhao Siwei asked, "Is this a play? How much of it is a play?"

Zhang Zhan pursed his lips, and Zhao Siwei pushed him away, staggering a few steps forward. "There's no chance, is there?"

"You really poisoned the Crown Prince? You really wanted to kill him?"

"So you really want to use Xiao Jiu to scheme against Xu Tutu and kill him?"

"The wine you gave me was poisoned too, wasn't it?"

Three questions left Zhang Zhan speechless.

Zhao Siwei knew him too well.

His silence was an admission.

He did have a brain, but he wanted to be direct. "Why? I don't want to guess. Tell me yourself."

He thought he would have to wait until next year for Zhang Zhan to completely betray him, but it turns out that he had already been poisoned today, back in his previous life.

In my past life, this wine still existed.

It was Zhang Zhan who gave it to him. He sat at the banquet and drank it all. There was also venison. After he returned to his residence, it was delivered to him as well.

Zhang Zhan seemed to be refining his wording.

"Just say it," Zhao Siwei said coldly.

Zhang Zhan: "I don't want to work for the Crown Prince anymore. He keeps telling your father that I am very useful to him, and the Empress often says to others that with me by his side, the Crown Prince is on the right track. Therefore, I must take action."

"You told me you wanted Xu Tutu dead, and that's when I thought of the palace banquet. I thought it was a good opportunity to kill two birds with one stone. If it went well, it would kill two birds with one stone; if it didn't go well, it wouldn't be a big deal. I just didn't expect to get you involved."

Zhang Zhan looked at him and said, "As for making you drink, it was my idea. If I can't harm the Crown Prince this time, then next time I'll make you get into some trouble. Everyone will suspect the Crown Prince, and when we trace it back to the alcohol, the Crown Prince will definitely abandon me, just like before. Then, I can wholeheartedly help you."

Zhao Siwei listened in complete silence.

“I won’t kill you,” Zhang Zhan said.

Zhao Siwei grabbed his collar and punched him hard.

"You dare poison me, you son of a bitch!"

He's too kind! He should have been killed.

Zhang Zhan was so beaten that he saw stars. "Even if you kill me, I'll still do it."

Zhao Siwei threw another punch.

Just kill him!

house.

No one could do anything about Zhao Fu'er if he didn't leave. Zhao Sicong was forced into a corner by her sharp and sarcastic tone, so he simply retorted sharply.

In terms of age, he's even older than Zhao Fu'er! He was born when his father was still a prince, and to put it bluntly, he even held this little aunt in his arms!

His mother urged him to get along with Zhao Fu'er, but he disliked children and kept his distance.

If he had known Zhao Fu'er would gain power and influence later, he still wouldn't have associated with her...

“Zhao Fu’er, watch your words. I respect you because you are a generation older than me, but you should also be mindful of your words. I am the Crown Prince, the heir apparent of the country.”

"Crown Prince, are you trying to act like one in front of me? Even if you ascend the throne, I'm still your elder! Don't think you can act all high and mighty just because you're a little older than me!"

Zhao Fucang's head throbbed even more from their bickering. "Do you two want to fight?"

"Father, you really should keep a closer eye on your younger sister!"

"Brother, look at your son! He actually dares to call himself the Crown Prince to his aunt! Does he expect me to kowtow to him?!"

"When did I say I wanted you to kowtow?"

"Isn't that what you meant?"

Zhao Fucang covered his ears.

That's the downside of having a sister who's about the same age as her sons; when the two sides start arguing, they don't care about seniority and just start fighting.

Then, Eunuch Li ran in, and Zhao Fucang covered his ears even harder, finally managing to read his lip movements clearly.

"Your Majesty, something has happened! The Ninth Prince and Prince Zhang are fighting!"

Even faster than Zhao Fucang were the two aunt and niece who were bickering.

The two immediately got up and walked outside.

Outside, Zhao Siwei and Zhang Zhan were already rolling on the ground, tearing at each other.

Zhao Siwei grabbed Zhang Zhan by the collar, met his stubborn gaze, and clenched his fist tighter and tighter.

Zhao Sicong staggered two steps and grabbed Zhao Fu'er, "Auntie, help me up." He thought, "I should beat him! I'd feel better if I beat Zhang Zhan to death!"

Zhao Fu'er really wanted to strangle him because he was clinging to her like a mangy dog.

"Stop!" Zhao Fucang said.

When Zhao Siwei saw his father arrive, he could only get up, turn around and walk out.

The question I just asked is still lingering in my mind.

"Why didn't you tell me beforehand?"

"If you don't know, it's none of your business."

Zhang Zhan, if I had been any more merciful to you, I would have followed your faith, followed your current faith.

Zhao Siwei heard someone chasing after him and shouted, "Get out of here!" But the person was still catching up. He turned around to yell, "A-Ting?" He saw Ting Yao appear and seemed a little surprised. He realized what was happening, grabbed her hand, and then let go, afraid that someone in the shadows might see him. He simply said, "Come with me."

***

Zhao Siwei's residence.

He arranged for someone to stand guard outside, closing the door to watch over Tingyao.

"*** brought me here."

"Zhang Zhan said he did it all."

The room fell silent for a moment. After exchanging glances, the two sat down. A flame flickered in Zhao Siwei's eyes, all because of Zhang Zhan's foul-mouthed remarks earlier.

"It's all true. What I'm thinking is that if Xu Tutu is dead, the best way to cover this up is for the Crown Prince to get into trouble."

"And what about my poison?" he asked.

Zhang Zhan replied, "It was me who did it. It's better to be prepared. If it's discovered, as long as I insist that I did it for the Crown Prince, you'll be fine."

The word "madman" only popped into his mind.

"How could you dare to do something like this yourself?"

“Telling you this is useless. What do you know besides playing all day? If I don’t plan for you, it will be too late when you finally start to care.”

He chuckled, "Is it for me, or is it using my name for your own benefit?"

“Yes, we all need someone to have something that can intimidate others,” Zhang Zhan said.

He then started hitting him so hard he couldn't control himself, but Zhang Zhan didn't retaliate with a single punch, letting him beat him as he pleased.

Her cheeks were lifted up by Tingyao.

It hurts even with the slightest touch to the corner of my mouth.

These injuries were sustained in prison.

Tingyao got up to get him some wound medicine. She had lived here for three years and knew this place very well. He looked at the painting of a cat napping that still hung in the room and asked, "What exactly are you planning to do?"

Tingyao looked at him and said, "You can't bear to kill Zhang Zhan, can you? You're still thinking about eliminating all of Zhang Zhan's support, and then what?"

According to the original book, Zhang Zhan did not die, but was imprisoned in the imperial mausoleum. Apart from having no freedom, he was provided with everything according to the rites for a prince, and was even given food and rewards during festivals.

Is this because she values ​​Zhang Zhan? No, in her view, it's to tell Zhang Zhan, "I still remember everything you did to me, I hate you, so you must not forget what you did to me either."

It was initially thought that Zhao Siwei, who had memories of his past life, intended to kill Zhang Zhan.

Through this period of observation, Tingyao is now quite certain.

“You want everyone to be well, right?” Tingyao asked.

Zhao Siwei looked at her, as if afraid that she would be angry. "Ating, at the beginning, at least when we reunited, my thought was always to kill if I could, and just wait for the opportunity to eliminate them. However, the Crown Prince, Zhang Zhan, and my aunt were actually not bad to me at the beginning."

Zhao Sicong was only afraid that he would suddenly jump up and seize power. In his strategist's mind, as long as Zhang Zhan was taken away from him, he would be at the mercy of others.

Moreover, Zhao Sicong had roared at him before he died in his previous life.

"Zhang Zhan has the talent to govern the world. Following you, he can only wander the streets and alleys, which is not what he wants. You are burying talent! Zhang Zhan is more suitable to be emperor than you or me. I am cunning and calculating, while you have a brain that you never use. So, you think I am dead. No, I just died before you."

Zhao Fu'er requested a fiefdom far from the capital.

Before leaving, he coldly told him: "Zhang Zhan didn't lose to you, he lost to fate."

Then, with a cold gaze, he stared at Tingyao, who was standing quietly behind him, and said: She is a demon.

Zhao Siwei grasped Tingyao's hand, trying to temporarily forget what had just happened, and said earnestly, "Tingyao, what if I could make Zhang Zhan truly serve me for the rest of his life? I would support him to ascend the throne, and we would leave the capital, okay?"

Tingyao's eyes were cold and unfathomable.

Zhao Siwei squeezed his hand tighter, "I'm confident."

"Then do it," Tingyao said with a smile, continuing to apply the medicine to his face.

[Ding! Zhao Siwei's current emotional state is: 100% worried]

Tingyao smiled.

Being recommended to the throne is indeed different from ascending it on one's own merit.

They actually dare to hope for world peace.

What a dreamy little baby.

Your good brother is really putting in all his effort to give you a crown.

To him, your plans are just childish ideas.