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

Zhang Zhan also personally visited her and explained the whole story to her.

The methods were indeed dirty, but none of them harmed Zhao Siwei. So she said that this was the only time she would not interfere. If he did anything to harm Zhao Siwei again, then there was really no need to say that they knew each other anymore.

Zhao Siwei said, "In short, I am somewhat wary of Zhang Zhan because of this palace banquet incident. However, I cannot deny that he never intended to harm you. In fact, I may even be on his list of people he is using."

“I’ll look into this. And you… you shouldn’t really break ties with him. If it’s true…” Zhao Fu’er couldn’t finish her sentence. “If he wanted to harm you, why wait until now? Back then, when you helped him steal the exam questions, he could have killed you.”

Zhao Siwei refused the foolish idea of ​​a meeting. "You came to see me because of Yongzhou?" Zhao Siwei said, taking a small booklet out of the drawer. "Auntie, go and investigate this carefully."

These were all things he discovered after he ascended the throne in his previous life; the people from the Duke of Xu's mansion had done a lot of things.

"Where did you get all this from?" Zhao Fu'er sighed. "Don't tell me Zhang Zhan gave it to you; the Crown Prince isn't good at military affairs."

Because the Empress Yan's family were military families, the Emperor's elder brother disliked Zhao Sicong learning military affairs. Zhao Sicong was always fond of shirking his duties and would try to please his father by not studying. He would even skip military training sessions.

"I'll tell you later. Do you really think I've been playing around all these years?" Zhao Siwei casually brushed her off.

Zhao Fu'er chuckled, genuinely grateful: "Okay, thank you."

Consort Xian only came to find her son after confirming that Zhang Zhan was alright.

The cat was sleeping in his favorite recliner, but his son was gone, though a note was left on the table.

—Go out for a stroll.

**

Ji Tingyao saw Meng** off and returned to her room. When she saw Ruyi looking around at the door, she knew that Zhao Siwei had arrived.

She pushed open the door and called out, but no one answered. She lifted the beaded curtain and went into the inner room, where she saw Zhao Siwei curled up on the bed, sleeping.

As I got closer, I realized he was sleeping restlessly, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his handsome features were scrunched up.

She bent down and stroked his brow, calling his name softly, trying to wake Zhao Siwei from his nightmare, and even gently shook him.

I was sleeping soundly.

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

Tingyao gasped and gasped for breath, clutching her head.

What nightmare could have terrified you so much?

No, does she also have to bear the negative emotions from nightmares?

Could it be that you dreamed about her?

She tried harder to lift him up. "Zhao Siwei, wake up..." After calling him several times without any response, Tingyao simply patted his cheek. "Zhao Jiu! Zhao Jiu! I'm dying! Wake up!"

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

Another thought popped into my head.

Good heavens, what on earth did she dream about? It was all negative emotions, her head was about to explode!

Tingyao rubbed her temples to try and stop herself from feeling dizzy from the pain.

Zhao Siwei murmured.

Tingyao leaned closer to listen.

"Don't……"

What else?

Zhao Siwei huddled up, burying his head deep into the blankets.

In his dream, he returned to his past life.

Another winter hunt has begun.

In just one year, everything has changed.

His former friend became his enemy, he thrived in the court, was deeply favored by his father, the emperor, who even planned to bestow upon him the title of king.

The Great Heat and Lesser Heat are calling him.

A sudden downpour hit the dense forest. It had snowed for three consecutive days in the dead of winter, and today the weather had cleared up, so we started hunting. But when we entered the forest with the most game, the sky suddenly turned into a black pot that had been turned upside down, and we couldn't see anything at all.

Ji Tingyao told him not to hide his talents anymore, and even to strive for first place so that his father would praise him in front of all the civil and military officials.

He used to thrive because of his father's favor, but now that Zhang Zhan has regained his identity, he is even more favored by his father. Compared to this pampered and useless prince, the little prince who suffers hardship outside, his father naturally no longer pays attention to him.

Actually, he didn't care much about these things, but why did Zhang Zhan betray him?

He didn't kill his grandparents.

The thunder made Zhao Siwei's horse neigh.

Zhao Siwei stroked the horse's head to calm it down, but suddenly drew his sword and slashed backward, and a sharp arrow came flying towards him.

Then, a whooshing sound rang in my ears.

His twenty-four close followers immediately took precautions.

During the Great Heat and Lesser Heat periods, the Ninth Prince was called out, signaling him to retreat first.

"There are too many people, at least more than a hundred. We don't even know if there are any outside. Let's go!"

Zhao Siwei nodded, pulled on the reins and walked into the woods, then took out fireworks and set them off into the sky.

The clouds are too thick, and it's raining, so the chances of people outside seeing this are extremely low.

In the end, Zhao Siwei fell off the horse.

Zhao Siwei saw his beloved horse lying in a pool of blood; it was the horse he had raised himself.

The horse neighed with tears in its eyes, urging Zhao Siwei to escape quickly.

The smell of blood filled his nostrils. The sweltering heat dragged him along, and the rain intensified. Zhao Siwei could barely see anything, and he could hear dogs barking in his ears.

Zhao Siwei had fully realized what had happened. He grabbed Dashu and told him to stop running. He tore off his clothes and slashed the fabric with the blade, letting the blood stain the rags.

"Split up and run." Zhao Siwei heard the dogs barking getting closer and closer. "If you feel you're going to be caught, don't resist. You must survive!"

The Great Heat and the Lesser Heat exchanged a glance.

Dividing the troops into three groups can also draw away the pursuers.

"Is it...is it His Highness the Tenth Prince?" Da Shu asked, somewhat incredulous. "Is it really Prince Zhang? Why! What have we done to wrong him?!"

Xiaoshu spat, "What Tenth Prince, or even Prince Zhang, he's just a dog who betrayed our master!"

Zhao Siwei gripped the hilt of his knife tightly, seemingly unwilling to continue the conversation, and simply said, "Now is not the time to talk about this, let's run!"

He walked into the rain and eventually hid in the water, where the leaves that extended above the water provided cover and concealed his scent as much as possible.

Footsteps sounded in his ear, and Zhao Siwei almost completely hid his face in the water.

Who is it?

Zhang Zhan? Or Zhao Sicong?

The barking of dogs echoed around, and Zhao Siwei even held his breath.

"Find him! He must be here. We need to find him, alive or dead!"

Even if Zhao Siwei were reduced to ashes, he could still recognize that voice.

Zhang Zhan...

You're really trying to kill me!

Zhao Siwei gripped the long knife tightly in his hand.

Seemingly having made up his mind, he took a deep breath and disappeared into the water.

After climbing up from the shore, Zhao Siwei dealt with several assassins, found Zhang Zhan's trail, and aimed the small crossbow he had acquired at him.

My fingers are trembling...

The words Ji Tingyao had spoken to him before he entered the forest echoed in his ears.

"—The Ninth Prince brought too few people. Let's add a few more. Nobody knows what will happen inside. More people are always better."

"Or you could just not go in. Let Zhang Zhan and the Crown Prince fight like dogs. Right now, you're just a thorn in Zhang Zhan's side. The Crown Prince no longer considers you an opponent, but if there's a chance to kill you, don't pass it up."

"You are no longer seen as a pawn in His Majesty's eyes to balance the court and the people; he has better options now."

"So, once you're inside, you can form an alliance with the Crown Prince and work together to deal with Zhang Zhan first, then we can talk about other things!"

He felt that Ji Tingyao had said too much. To plot against a prince in the hunting grounds was simply suicidal.

In retrospect, he was too naive; there was nothing he wouldn't dare to do!

What wouldn't Zhang Zhan dare to do!

Why is it?

A voice in Zhang Zhan's heart had been tormenting him.

Why did it turn out like this?

In that moment of hesitation, the dog barked and chased after him.

Zhang Zhan turned around and shouted to the guards beside him, "Chase! Where is Zhao Jiu!"

Hesitation would lead to defeat. Having already lost the initiative, Zhao Siwei fled frantically, finally leaping onto a treetop to confirm that only a dozen or so people were chasing him. He then aimed his small crossbow at them.

His eyesight was sharp enough to see through a hundred paces, and he had always kept his skills hidden, only showing a fraction of them to others. He had never even shown off to Zhang Zhan. Now, he had truly saved himself this time!

Jumping down from the tree branch, Zhao Siwei dealt with the remaining three men with his bare hands. Suddenly, he felt a pain in his shoulder and looked to the side; he was injured.

Then came another whooshing sound.

Zhang Zhan held a knife in one hand and a small crossbow in the other, staring at him with a cold gaze.

Zhao Siwei felt that he was aimed at his heart, so he rolled over to the ground to dodge, and then came rushing towards him in a few quick movements.

He was exhausted and injured, but unwilling to surrender, he gritted his teeth and rolled down the hillside.

When he came to his senses, Zhao Siwei took a few deep breaths and realized that his foot was injured and he couldn't move it.

It was just added by Zhang Zhan.

Is it really that even God wants him dead?

He refused!

He just wants to live a good life!

He gritted his teeth and limped along, his body covered in wounds that prevented him from going far. He could only stagger and fall by the rocks.

Thinking of those dogs, Zhao Siwei grabbed a handful of dirt, ran it around his wounds, and then threw it into the distance.

The same trick was used to disperse the forces searching for him.

Now all I can do is pray that someone outside will come to my rescue.

"Your Highness, once you're inside, send someone to let me know you're safe within half an hour. If I don't receive a reply, I will inform Consort Xian and have the Imperial Guards search for you."

Half an hour...

It's already over; Ji Tingyao must have already sent someone.

Thinking about this, Zhao Siwei felt truly pathetic.

He had an inexplicable confidence, thinking he was incredibly capable, and in the end, he had to rely on a woman to save him.

Footsteps approached.

Zhao Siwei struggled to sit up, gripping the knife tightly in his hand.

If he was destined to die here today, then he would definitely take a few more people with him to his grave.

"Don't run away?"

In the pouring rain, listening to the teasing voices, Zhao Siwei slowly raised his head and looked at Zhang Zhan walking towards him through the rain.

He's now completely at their mercy.

"Ninth Brother?" Zhang Zhan walked up to him, slowly raising the hand holding the small crossbow. His face was cold, and with a flick of his finger, his voice was chilling. "I've found you."

Zhao Siwei rolled over to dodge, rolled on the ground once, and struggled to his feet, supporting himself on his knees.

As the swords and arrows clashed, Zhao Siwei managed to hold his breath and block the deadly attack coming at him.

Only after he realized that the small crossbow could not harm him did he grip his longsword and slash at Zhang Zhan.

Zhang Zhan's martial arts skills were inferior to his; he had always focused on literature and only had a basic foundation. Under Zhao Siwei's all-out effort, he could only barely hold on.

Normally, Zhao Siwei could strangle Zhang Zhan with one hand, but right now...

He could have struck Zhang Zhan's vitals if he had just held on for a few more moves, but he simply didn't have the strength left.

He coughed up blood and knelt on the ground.

He was completely exhausted and collapsed to the ground.

Then, the tip of the knife pierced his shoulder.

He covered the blade and looked up at Zhang Zhan, who had tried to kill him.

"I trusted the wrong person..."

Zhang Zhan sneered, becoming utterly unfamiliar.

"Trusted me wrong? It should be that I trusted you and your son wrongly. I was wondering why someone would treat me like this for over ten years without any reason. It turns out that your mother knew who I was all along and wanted to take revenge on me, so she has been using me all this time!"

Zhao Siwei retorted, "You're talking nonsense! Did my mother ever treat you badly? She treated you like her own son! She's clearly your mother, she's the one who..."

A sharp pain shot through my shoulder again; the knife tip had penetrated even deeper.

"What happened to my mother? If it weren't for your mother's persecution, my mother wouldn't have died. I can't even find her remains. Isn't all of this because of your mother's jealousy? The emperor has three thousand beauties, how could my mother not tolerate them?"

Zhang Zhan was almost growling, filled with resentment.

"And do you know how I spent my childhood? I couldn't die, but I couldn't survive. How can you expect me to tolerate all of this!"

"Didn't I help you?! Didn't I let you escape?!" Zhao Siwei gritted his teeth. "You're a heartless ingrate! You killed me today, do you think you can get away?"

Zhang Zhan drew his sword and stood up, causing Zhao Siwei to cough up blood in pain.

He spat out blood, then smiled. "That's all the people who came in. The only ones who dared to kill me, the only ones with the ability to kill me, are you and the Crown Prince. The reason you're so powerful now is simply because you've inherited my position in Father's heart. But I've only caused minor trouble for Father; I've never killed any members of the royal family..."

At this point, Zhao Siwei chuckled, then sneered twice, "No, that idiot of mine actually beat up a few royal relatives for you, you ungrateful wretch!"

Zhang Zhan was kind-hearted, and his audacity led him to harbor inappropriate thoughts. He even blocked the road, relying on his status as a member of the imperial family. Zhang Zhan initially remained silent, but it was only after he discovered something was wrong and investigated that the emperor stood up for him and gave him a beating that he would never forget.

“I didn’t ask you for anything, you went there on your own,” Zhang Zhan retorted with a cold laugh.

"You piece of trash," Zhao Siwei cursed at him.

Zhang Zhan didn't care. "If you die, people will only say that the Crown Prince did it. I just need to say that my enmity with you is for the Crown Prince's benefit, to divide his forces and deal with him from two sides. He will definitely have some weaknesses."

"At that time, all I need to do is pretend I can't accept your death, cry a few times, and reminisce about our past with everyone who doubts me. Do you think I'll be in trouble then?"

"If we fight Prince Fish to the death a few more times, how do you think the wind will blow?"

"People are slow to accept that I've broken off relations with you, but it's very easy for people to believe that I've made up with you."

Zhao Siwei cursed, "Bastard!"

Zhang Zhan revealed an expression of pleasure at being scolded, "You even reminded me that I can't let Ji Tingyao go either. That woman is something else. She's only been close to you for a short time, but she's already helped you take advantage of me so many times?"

"You dare!" Zhao Siwei snapped the blade in two, struggled with all his might, pinned Zhang Zhan to the ground, and punched him in the face.