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

Meng** stroked his chin, looking serious.

"If we follow your method, then Duke Xu might choose Zhang Zhan. In that case, why not just arrange a marriage between Zhang Zhan and Princess Yongkang, his official spouse?"

The Princess of Yongkang was frail and sickly, and lived in a Taoist temple in the suburbs. According to the original plot, Zhang Zhan could only accept the arranged marriage, but he also loved his wife very much.

If this plot were to happen ahead of time, it would truly require a high degree of human intervention.

Most importantly, they needed to get close to Princess Yongkang, as neither she nor Meng** knew this girl.

Meng clicked his tongue, "It's not easy, really not easy, it's giving me a headache."

The atmosphere in the room became somber. Tingyao said, "No rush, Zhao Siwei is still recovering from his injuries anyway."

All the plot points revolve around the protagonist; if the protagonist can't move, none of the plot points will move.

Meng nodded. "By the way, my family is hosting a banquet in a few days. Remember to come." She rested her chin on her hands, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Baozi, do you like Zhao Siwei?"

"Why do you say that?" Tingyao countered. "Do you like Zhang Zhan?"

Meng** did not deny it, "I like you, but I like you even more."

Since her last act of recklessness, which made the Meng family a laughingstock in the capital and unable to hold their heads high, to be honest, she was just a little confused at the time, and even got so angry that she wanted to say why the Meng family cared about what others said. The innocent will remain innocent, and the guilty will remain guilty.

When she heard people talking about Tingyao, she broke down and cried...

You could say that she did something wrong, but what did Tingyao do wrong?

Therefore, she secretly vowed in her heart that she would never do anything to implicate Tingyao.

Tingyao was a little surprised.

"Really, in my heart, you are the most, most, most important person!" Meng** said earnestly.

A moment later, a sudden downpour began outside, followed by several claps of thunder.

Tingyao suggested, "I see you can't leave either, how about we play chess?"

"Let's roll the dice! My second brother and I learned how. Shishi, go get some dice!"

As she talked about dice, Tingyao felt like she had forgotten something important.

"What's wrong, Baozi?" Meng** waved his hand in front of her eyes.

Tingyao shook her head and said with a smile, "It's nothing, just playing dice, right? Come on, what are you betting on?"

"What are we betting on? Of course, we're betting money!" Meng rolled up his sleeves. "Honey, I've learned this very well. Winning is a given, and if you lose, it's because I feel sorry for you."

Tingyao narrowed her eyes. "Oh, really?"

"Oh, that's right!" Meng** said with a grin.

"Any gossip lately?" Tingyao asked.

To hear good gossip in this place, you really need to have connections.

"Yes, my father said that the Ninth Prince and Zhang Zhan had a fight. Do you know why?"

Tingyao frowned: "Then do you think they can make up?"

Meng**: "Even if Zhao Siwei were to kill Zhang Zhan now, Zhang Zhan would probably stab himself twice without hesitation. Actually, I was thinking that if Zhao Siwei had paid more attention to Zhang Zhan, perhaps the later plot wouldn't have happened."

"What should we pay attention to?" Tingyao asked.

Meng** propped his chin on his hand and pondered for a while, “I don’t know, but I’m certain that Zhang Zhan’s betrayal must have been influenced by something other than what we read in the text.”

“I don’t believe it…” Meng** looked at Tingyao, who had just raised her hand and shaken four sixes: “Did you go gambling behind my back? You can’t learn this kind of thing.”

Tingyao blinked. "No."

This was taught to him by Zhao Siwei in his previous life.

Does Zhao Siwei gamble?

I've never seen him gamble.

"Shake it for me again!"

**

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Zhao Siwei, who was recuperating, looked at Consort Xian with a cold face, and was very angry. "Tell him to get out!" He grabbed a pillow and threw it outside. "Anyone who dares to let him in, get out!"

Consort Xian exclaimed, feeling that this was inappropriate, "It's raining outside, and besides, Zhang Zhan has already gotten you out, although..."

Although she didn't say anything, her son didn't have many friends. She knew very well that although her son seemed like a spoiled brat, he was actually quite shrewd and knew that if he made too many friends, he would be accused of forming cliques and seeking personal gain. So he had always been quite cautious.

And all she wanted was for her son to grow up and live a good life. Anyway, according to the rules, once the crown prince ascended the throne, the concubines with sons would go to their fiefdoms with their sons.

However, it would be great if there were someone in the capital who could occasionally grant some land to one's fiefdom.

"Let him in first," said Consort Xian.

Zhao Siwei simply repeated coldly, "Make him get out!" His voice was much louder, "Make him get out!"

Consort Xian was terrified by her son. Seeing the palace maid's questioning gaze again, she shook her head.

The cat that had been sleeping nestled at Zhao Siwei's feet woke up, twitched its nose, jumped down, and ran outside. It saw Zhang Zhan standing outside and meowed at Zhao Siwei.

Seeing that Zhao Siwei ignored him, he ran to his bedside, stood on his hind legs, and threw his two little paws at Zhao Siwei while meowing.

It seems to be saying...

My dad's here! My dad's here!

Zhao Siwei suddenly got angry, threw off the covers and got up, and the cat was so frightened that it shrank to the door.

The palace servants outside were also urging Zhang Zhan to go back.

Zhang Zhan saw the cat emerge and was calling it back into the house when he suddenly saw it being grabbed.

Zhao Siwei came over and put the cat in his arms.

"Get out of here with this cat!" he pointed at Zhang Zhan. "You and this beast are both ungrateful!"

They actually poisoned him. Did they use the same method on him in a past life? Definitely! Absolutely!

Zhang Zhan frowned, knowing that Zhao Siwei had no reason to harm Xu Tutu, except by poisoning her.

How could he possibly poison Zhao Siwei?

Zhang Zhan said, "Why take your anger out on the cat? It's just looking at me."

The palace servants nearby were trembling with fear.

Zhao Siwei pointed outside and growled again, "Get out! From now on, I won't recognize you or this cat!"

"Zhao Siwei!" Zhang Zhan had barely finished shouting when Zhao Siwei grabbed him and dragged him toward the main hall door. "Get out of here!"

Zhang Zhan fell to the ground, and the cat looked pitiful as it faced Zhao Siwei in the rain, meowing softly.

The cat didn't understand and just meowed in fear.

She looked at Zhang Zhan in alarm, then at Zhao Siwei with fear.

The palace servants nearby were quite frightened.

Zhao Siwei usually cherishes this cat so much. He's the one who can scold people. Anyone who dares to mess with him will be shot away with a single glare!

This this……

Zhang Zhan nudged the cat, urging it to find shelter from the rain.

The cat spun around in place, then ran towards Zhang Zhan.

Zhao Siwei was furious.

This cat is an ungrateful wretch that can never be tamed!

He turned and went inside. The head maidservant beside Consort Xian came out with an umbrella, but didn't say anything.

The head maid held an umbrella over Zhang Zhan before saying, "His Highness is still angry. If you ask me, the way you and *** tried to get him out of trouble this time really crossed his line. But once he's calmed down, he'll be fine. You know he has a bad temper, but he won't really be angry with you. In a few days, when he's in a better mood, we'll send someone to tell you."

Zhang Zhan refused the umbrella she offered, saying, "Take Xiao Jiu back with you."

He turned to leave, but the cat followed him, turned its head to look at him, and meowed nervously again.

Zhang Zhan exclaimed "Hey!" and bent down to pick up the cat that had followed him.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, making it difficult to see anything clearly, and a strong wind was blowing in our faces.

**

Zhao Fu'er, who had just come out of the Imperial Study, was being protected by others.

The matter in Yongzhou is of great importance, not small. She had reported back to the Emperor, who asked her to inquire whether Zhao Siwei knew anything else.

"Meow~"

Zhao Fu'er's maid exclaimed and looked in the direction of the sound, "Princess, it's the Ninth Prince's cat."

In the distance, rainwater piled up, and the cat kept stretching its neck and meowing.

Zhao Fu'er squinted and stared for a long time before finally spotting the cat. She was terrified. "What are you doing here? Come here!"

She told the palace maid to hold the cat, "Don't scare it." Zhao Siwei valued this cat very much, and ordinary people were not allowed to hold it.

A maid's urgent voice rang out, "Princess, Princess, something terrible has happened! Where is Prince Zhang? He's fainted!"

Zhao Fu'er exclaimed and rushed forward, only to see Zhang Zhan lying against the wall with a dagger in his abdomen, surrounded by blood, and his face was already bloodless.

The cat meowed and kept pacing back and forth around Zhang Zhan.

It recognized Zhao Fu'er and called out very urgently.

The guards rushed over to check on him, and Zhao Fu'er's eyes suddenly lit up when she saw Zhang Zhan leaning weakly against one of the guards.

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Zhao Fu'er stepped forward and pinched his chin, shaking it from side to side.

The guards were so frightened they held their breath.

What's wrong with my master?

Zhao Fu'er remembered.

She was once the most trusted palace maid of Consort Xian!

Why did Zhang Zhan remind her of that palace maid?

Zhao Fu'er stood up. "Have someone treat her; we must save her life."

Palace maid: "Princess, the nearest residence is that of the Ninth Prince."

"I don't know?" Zhao Fu'er walked towards Zhao Siwei in the heavy rain. "Let's go!"

Perhaps she had a clue why Zhao Siwei's attitude towards Zhang Zhan had suddenly changed.

Which palace maid was so beautiful that she was unparalleled in history? She would believe it if you said she was the goddess descended from heaven.

If Zhang Zhan is really her child, then he really didn't inherit even one-thousandth of that person's beauty, he is truly extremely ugly!

only……

Zhao Fu'er thought she might be seeing things, after all, beautiful people tend to have some resemblance in their appearance.

Moreover, Zhang Zhan is the heir apparent of the Marquis of Pingyang's mansion!

No, her mother gave birth to the child in the royal villa!

Zhao Fu'er's steps grew heavier.

**

Zhao Siwei stared blankly at the person Zhao Fu'er carried back.

Even Consort Xian was so frightened that she covered her mouth, "This, this..."

Zhao Siwei stepped forward to look, and realized that the force and the wound were beyond his ability to do.

“I have already sent people to investigate.” Zhao Fu’er looked at Zhao Siwei. “Come with me. Your father sent me to ask you about something important.”

Zhao Siwei: "Auntie, why don't you change into a dress first? I'll wait for you in the study."

He then watched the cat that hadn't properly groomed itself run off and jumped onto Zhang Zhan's bed, then jumped back and forth in front of him, blocking his way.

Zhao Siwei stared at it, "Don't you dare jump, or I'll throw you and Zhang Zhan out right now."

The cat meowed pitifully and rubbed against Zhao Siwei's feet.

She's being coquettish.

**

In the study, Zhao Siwei waited for Zhao Fu'er to change her clothes. He took a dry cloth and wiped the cat's fur, letting out a long sigh after each wipe.

"Did you know he poisoned me?"

The cat didn't understand the meaning of poisoning and responded with a meow.

"It even incites you to kill people. If it gets out, you'll be the first to die!"

The cat didn't understand the concept of murder, but it still responded with a meow.

She was trying to please him, a stark contrast to her usual aloof demeanor.

At that moment, the door was pushed open.

"I originally came to ask you about Yongzhou, but now I have something else I want to ask you," Zhao Fu'er said, closing the door. "I hope this cat won't tell Zhang Zhan what we were saying?"

"You overestimate it." Zhao Siwei put the cat on a stool by the brazier, letting it lick its fur and dry itself. He patted its head to tell it to behave and not cause trouble.

Who is Zhang Zhan?

Zhao Siwei was stunned. "I don't understand. Explain it clearly."

Zhao Fu'er's questioning voice rang out again, "Who is Zhang Zhan? Is he really the heir of the Marquis of Pingyang's mansion? Is he too outstanding in appearance?"

Zhao Siwei poured her tea. "Auntie, you suddenly said that, it startled me. What's wrong?"

Zhao Fu'er said, "I just..."

She recounted what happened in the rain; she was used to speaking her mind. Although Zhao Siwei was her nephew, the two were actually quite close in age and were friends.

However, she was of a higher generation and had been raised by the Empress Dowager, so she knew far more about palace affairs than Zhao Siwei.

"Do you know that when your mother gave birth to you, one of her palace maids climbed into your father's bed, then refused to take the medicine and secretly got pregnant, and then... then made another mistake and was expelled from the palace."

"Really? I've never heard my mother mention it. How do you know she's pregnant?" Zhao Siwei asked.

The palace maid needed someone's help to save the child; otherwise, the person on the other side would have spoken to the royal family.

During his days of recuperation, he kept thinking about it, always feeling that there must have been other reasons why Zhang Zhan and Zhao Fu'er had a good relationship in their previous life.

Unexpectedly, the opportunity to find the answer came so quickly.

Zhao Fu'er hesitated visibly, and didn't even know how to start the conversation.

"What, could it be Father Emperor's intention?" Zhao Siwei spoke first. "It's just that he didn't want my mother to be angry, so he got the person out of the palace first."

If that's the case, he will really have to re-evaluate his father.

“No,” Zhao Fu’er said. “I didn’t do it. I was only three years old at the time! I only found out about it later from the nanny who served my mother.”

Zhao Siwei asked curiously, "Then how did you recognize me?"

Zhao Fu'er said directly, "Your mother has a portrait of her. I thought it was a painting of the Goddess of the Luo River, but she said it was just a mortal." This palace maid must be someone that Consort Xian values ​​highly, otherwise she wouldn't have secretly hidden a portrait.

Zhao Siwei: "You think something's wrong with your little aunt?"

“We can only investigate if we have suspicions. I’ve been thinking that your attitude towards Zhang Zhan has been strange lately, is that it?” Zhao Fu’er and Zhao Siwei have always been direct in their speech.

Zhao Siwei simply said, "No, it's just that I feel he used to be unscrupulous, and this kind of friend will only harm me. I might as well cut ties with him. What do you think, Aunt?"

“I won’t interfere in your affairs,” Zhao Fu’er said.

Every time she tried to break up the fight between the two, she ended up being the one who suffered and was disliked by both sides. Zhang Zhan would often blame her in private for trying to mediate the fight last time. He said it was all his fault, otherwise none of this would have happened. It made him so angry that he didn't dare to act tough in front of Zhao Siwei or nag him. What a nagging man!