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

Zhang Zhan didn't even give him a chance to hit himself. With a flip, the offense and defense changed instantly. He punched Zhao Siwei directly in the face, followed by another punch.

"Kill me? Zhao Siwei, you've missed far too many opportunities to kill me. Ever since I regained my identity as the Tenth Prince, you've been the fish on the chopping block!"

"Don't you understand yet? Go today and do your best. We're brothers, so use your life to set up a good plan for me. In the future, I will take good care of your mother."

"After all, you said it yourself, she treats me like her own son, and I will definitely treat her like my own mother in the future!"

Another punch landed on Zhao Siwei's face, and his entire face went numb.

"Zhao Siwei, tell me, you made such a good move, how did you turn it into this? In Ji Tingyao's words, it was a sure win, and you ruined it like this?"

"Xu Tutu has loved you since childhood. By marrying her, you gained all of Duke Xu's support. The power behind him is something you've never seen before in your life. You're quite something, managing to destroy it all! I was so stupid back then, trying to create opportunities for the two of you!"

"I don't like him!" Zhao Siwei said, punching him again until he saw stars. "I don't like her! Mind your own business!"

Zhang Zhan retaliated without mercy, "Does it matter whether you like it or not? Men have three wives and four concubines, and I even let you get close to the Meng family. You're even more amazing, managing to get on good terms with that useless woman Ji Tingyao, and even falling in love with her!"

Zhang Zhan, his tone almost resentful, grabbed him by the neck and slammed the object into his face.

"How could you do this to me after paving the way for you all this time? How could you do this to me after all the hardships I endured before the Crown Prince? I treated you like a brother and genuinely wanted to help you ascend the throne, but what about you? How could you do this to me?!"

Zhao Siwei could no longer hear what he was saying; he only felt like his face was about to be slapped into mincemeat.

"What did my grandfather do to upset you that you would..."

Why is there salt in this raindrop? Zhao Siwei finally opened his eyes and looked at Zhang Zhan, whose face was full of hatred and was still dripping with rain.

He wanted to say something.

But what's there to say at this moment?

Even as a ghost, he won't let you go? He's the one who suffered the greatest injustice for encountering a ghost!

Zhao Siwei's fingers touched something—a hairpin.

hairpin!

Zhao Siwei swallowed hard, feeling this was his last chance.

"What is your grandfather's relationship with me? Didn't you cause his death yourself?"

Another punch landed, which Zhang Zhan took head-on, and then pulled him close.

It was at this moment that Zhao Siwei grabbed the hairpin and aimed it at his neck.

If we're going to die, we'll die together!

You bastard, let's go fight him slowly in front of the King of Hell!

I'll beat you to death!

However, his hand suddenly stopped, only lightly touching the skin of his neck without even applying any force.

He just couldn't bring himself to do it!

In that instant, Zhang Zhan gained the upper hand and grabbed the hairpin with his other hand.

Zhao Siwei felt a sharp pain in his chest and coughed up blood.

Zhang Zhan stood up, turned his head to look at the person who turned and left, opened his mouth as if to say something, but could only feel the blood coming out of his throat.

Is he going to die...?

He didn't want to die...

In no mood!

"Don't!"

Zhao Siwei woke up, his head covered in sweat, clutching his chest, feeling the beating of this hand.

The hairpin pierced his heart, but he didn't die. He was lucky; in his previous life, Tingyao had taken him back.

It was this assassination attempt that completely changed his opinion of Zhang Zhan.

He knew that either he would fight to the death, or everyone connected to him would die.

Seeing Zhao Siwei suddenly sit up and wake up, Tingyao clutched her head and gasped for breath.

God knows what she went through in those last ten minutes!

Her head, it wasn't even her head anymore!

What kind of deadly thing did this ancestor dream about that almost took her life?

"A-Ting? A-Ting? What's wrong with you?" Zhao Siwei didn't even care about himself and hurriedly grabbed Tingyao to look at her.

Tingyao covered her head and tried to catch her breath.

The alarm stopped...

It finally stopped; she could even see her ancestors waving to her.

"What, what did you dream about?" Tingyao wanted to slap herself twice as soon as she opened her mouth, and then sew her lips back up with a needle and thread. She was sure she would have a headache again.

[Ding! Zhao Siwei's current emotion level: Hatred 100%]

Tingyao gritted her teeth, the pain was so intense she couldn't even groan anymore, and could only manage a bitter smile.

Zhao Siwei said in a muffled voice, "I dreamt that Zhang Zhan killed me in my past life."

Tingyao's heart exploded with a sense of relief.

No, is there a bug in this system?

What does this wave of negative emotions have to do with her? Why is she the one who's in pain?

Tingyao scoffed at the useless emotion broadcasting feature.

It's not helping her at all; it's completely limiting her potential.

If this thing hadn't been used to imprison her, the storyline of the second playthrough would never have unfolded like this!

Tingyao took a deep breath, reached out and patted Zhao Siwei on the shoulder to soothe his nightmare.

She can't say anything nice right now; all she really wants to do is speak the most beautiful Chinese!

Then there's Zhao Siwei, who possesses memories of his past life. He's more of a liability than a liability, as he has his own ideas and is even capable of killing Xu Tutu.

"Don't think about it anymore, it's all in the past." Tingyao got up to pour tea, walked back and handed it to him, then poured herself a cup and drank it to calm herself down. "What happened these past few days? Tell me about it."

After Zhao Siwei finished speaking, Tingyao's head really started to hurt.

"Did you kill him?"

Zhao Siwei sneered, "What a huge fuss! What am I doing here if I killed him? Besides, do I need to pick a day to kill him? Wouldn't it be much simpler to just push him into the water and drown him?"

Tingyao asked in surprise, "Who is that?"

This assassination attempt on Zhang Zhan marks the third major security incident in the supposedly impregnable imperial palace, a matter of utmost seriousness.

This is a momentous event that will be recorded in history.

Zhao Siwei shook his head. "I guess it's the Crown Prince."

"Who wouldn't guess the Crown Prince?" Tingyao retorted, gripping her cup in thought. "At most, there's a 10% chance it's him, but there are definitely others."

I thought of all the possible names of people who might take action against Zhang Zhan, but there were none. No one would, and no one would do it!

"Could it be him?" Tingyao offered a bold guess, but when she met Zhao Siwei's calm, even somewhat idiotic gaze, she could only smile sheepishly, knowing that he must have already thought of it, and could only ask, "So, who do you and Zhang Zhan hope it is?"

“Zhang Zhan poisoned me, do you think I’ll continue to pretend it didn’t happen? Even if I dared to pretend, he might not believe me.” Zhao Siwei sipped his tea. “My aunt already suspects his identity and has probably sent someone to investigate.”

Tingyao blinked.

In the original book, it was Zhao Fu'er who first became suspicious and discovered Zhang Zhan's identity, and then she secretly went to find Zhang Zhan...

This means things are finally on the right track.

This suggests that the plot device involving her lack of initiative played a role.

As soon as the plot starts to go off the rails, these hooks will automatically activate, forcibly steer the plot to a point where it still fits the main storyline.

“I want to tell Zhang Zhan directly,” Zhao Siwei said. “He has already returned to the Marquis’s residence. I came to see you to ask what you think.”

"What are the benefits?" Tingyao simply asked.

There's no benefit to it, and Zhang Zhan might even think I'm crazy.

Seriously, you'd really be considered crazy.

"That way, I won't have to endure watching him with disgust anymore. He can either join me in killing the Crown Prince first and then fight back, or I can team up with the Crown Prince to kill him first."

Tingyao blinked. "You've figured it out?"

Wow, suddenly they've got a fighting spirit!

"Yes, that dream just now made me feel that no matter what, I must first obtain absolute power of life and death before I can think about anything else. Before that, all well-intentioned arrangements can be misinterpreted and could even cost us all our lives."

As Zhao Siwei thought about what he had dreamt of, he clenched his fists.

He absolutely does not want to be hurt by Zhang Zhan again!

Absolutely not!

Kill him, Zhang Zhan really will kill him!

Since he has a second chance, he must prevent this from happening!

"Is Xu Tutu really disfigured?" Tingyao asked.

Zhao Siwei: "I didn't go to see him, so I don't know. But Zhong Youling said he should be fine, just need some time to recover. He kept asking me for people, saying that some medicinal ingredients were on the cliffs and I had to go find them myself. I said no, but he started spouting nonsense about a doctor's benevolence and treating everyone equally. I think he just wants to save anyone..."

Zhong Youling was originally a kind doctor. Tingyao said, "Isn't his medical skill amazing? Your mother's headache has gotten much better, hasn't it?"

At this point, Tingyao said, "There's something I've been curious about since my past life: why did your father and mother both suffer from chronic headaches? Is there some explanation for it?"

Zhao Siwei had thought about this before, as had Zhong Youling, but the truth was that it had nothing to do with them.

"My mother's headaches, according to those around her, are a lingering ailment from when she gave birth to me. I had a difficult childbirth, which is why my mother had to undergo a double postpartum period. Then something happened that upset her, and that's why..."

Feeling Tingyao tugging at his hand, Zhao Siwei's ears twitched, but he hadn't heard anyone approaching. "What's wrong?"

Tingyao said, "Was it because one of the palace maids died that your mother became emotional and developed a headache?"

She was referring to Zhang Zhan's birth mother, a palace maid. This was a very secretive fact, known to very few people within the palace.

Zhao Siwei was stunned.

Tingyao: "In my past life, I heard your mother say that Zhang Zhan's birth mother was her good friend. She was planning to send money to her after gaining favor, but Zhang Zhan's mother wanted to enter the palace to accompany her, so your mother agreed."

Zhao Siwei roughly knew, but dared not ask about the details. In any case, ever since Zhang Zhan regained his identity, his mother's headaches had gradually worsened.

“We need to find out about the situation of the Lady of the Marquis’s residence,” Tingyao said. “That’s crucial.”

Having been dealt with in his previous life, Zhao Fucang had probably given the Marquis's mansion some benefits, so the mansion didn't cause any trouble.

Having been embroiled in Meng**'s machinations in his previous life, he genuinely didn't understand the specific reasons behind Zhang Zhan's betrayal.

In any case, according to the original description, he simply turned evil and felt that he could turn the tables.

At first glance, it seems to go smoothly, but once you delve deeper, you'll realize that Zhang Zhan will never turn evil; to be more precise, there are too few elements that would lead to his evil turn.

Zhao Siwei hummed in agreement, "I understand."

The two talked for a while longer, and Tingyao looked at the person who was about to leave, "Are you really sure about this?"

It refers to him speaking.

"More or less." Zhao Siwei nodded.

You're either being threatened or threatening others.

He didn't want to run for his life anymore.

"Zhao Siwei," Tingyao called out to the person who had climbed over the wall, "we're all gone in our past lives, how did you survive?"

Zhao Siwei glanced at her and said, "What's there to say? We'll just live our lives well together."

After saying that, he jumped off the wall and disappeared without a trace.

Tingyao stood by the window, lost in thought, half of her body leaning to one side.

For Xu Tutu to truly end this, she must become empress.

This time, all we need to do is get through the checkpoint and get out of here smoothly with Meng**.

As for the others, could we change them a bit?

Zhao Siwei still has to live here...

Tingyao felt that the problem with starting over was that she had begun to empathize.

She bound herself with rules while simultaneously trying to find loopholes in those rules to help the people she cared about.

**

Shishi's voice came, saying that Ji Chunhe had come to find her.

She said okay, straightened her clothes, and went out.

Ji Chunhe smiled and carried a food box in her hand. "Big sister said my pastries were delicious last time, so I brought you some more today."

Tingyao smiled gently.

As she spent more time with these characters, she began to develop feelings for them, which could lead to serious trouble.

Tingyao clenched her palms, trying to use the pain to calm herself down and regain her senses.

Meng** and Zhang Zhan are examples of bloody consequences; it cannot be, absolutely cannot be.

only……

Tingyao watched Ji Chunhe feed her, slowly munching on the pastries, and then took the tea that Ji Chunhe offered her.

But these characters, who are only mentioned briefly in the book and do not exist between the lines, still have their own storylines.

Tingyao was just afraid that her talkativeness and meddling would interfere with her own storyline and ruin other things, which was what she feared most.

Fortunately, Ji Chunhe's marriage did not go through, and nothing changed.

This is what made Tingyao's burden much heavier.

"** said that my skills could also be used to open a shop. My second sister also said that if it's my responsibility, I can first let people try my food for free at her shop, and then buy it from her. That would be safer. What do you think, eldest sister?"

After breaking off her engagement with her childhood sweetheart, Ji Chunhe went to find the mistress with her men, but only glanced at her before turning away.

She came back and said that she originally wanted to make a scene and make the couple suffer a terrible fate, but after thinking about it, she felt that she should thank the girl, otherwise she didn't know how much more she would be deceived after she married into the family.

Since someone is willing to spend her life with such a scoundrel, she'd be happy if the two of them stayed together forever, so he wouldn't ruin other women's lives.

As for that man, his intestines were truly destroyed.

After the Ji family resumed their lives, their status in the capital rose sharply, and many people came to propose marriage. However, they all came to ask about Ji Anzhi and Ji Chunhe, and none of them mentioned her name.

Yang then began to promote her on a large scale, saying that it was unheard of for the older sister to be engaged before the younger sisters were married off.

However, she is truly very ordinary.

There's nothing particularly praiseworthy about it; while it might be considered pretty, it's not exceptionally beautiful.

Yang wanted to take her everywhere, hoping that through direct contact, others would take a liking to her.

This amused Meng**, who then said something about gender equality and that women wouldn't die even if they didn't marry.

Her grandmother locked her up again.

It made her laugh.