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

Xu Tutu's few words angered Zhao Siwei, who simply grabbed her and handed her over to the guards, ordering them to send her away.

Tingyao looked at Meng**, cleared her throat, trying to find her own wavering voice, "Zhang Zhan, why do you think Zhang Zhan is a good person?"

“I think he’s an idiot now,” Meng said. “He’s a complete idiot. He’s not short of money, so why would he want to beat us? He just wants to have some fun. We’re trying to help him out, and he actually comes here to win money.”

Tingyao raised her hand and hugged her.

"What happened? Don't scare me." Meng hugged her.

If that was truly the case in her past life, how could she dare to follow the plot in this life?

Zhao Siwei kept wavering, not wanting to really break ties with Zhang Zhan prematurely, which was actually because he subconsciously believed that Zhang Zhan would not really betray him.

She still thought Zhao Siwei was a saint, and that he was being overly compassionate.

In retrospect, she hadn't thought things through enough.

Tingyao said softly, "I'm a little tired. My brain was broadcasting too loudly just now."

Meng** hurriedly rubbed her head, "How about we stay away from Zhao Siwei from now on? That way your head won't hurt."

Tingyao didn't speak, but simply buried her head in Meng**'s shoulder.

She looked at Zhang Zhan, who was standing at the door, looking at her with a puzzled expression.

"**, let's go back first, I'm a little tired."

Back to where we were staying.

Tingyao picked up her pen and wrote something, then called for Jingzhe to come out.

"Take this to Zhong Youling, and be quick about it. Make sure he uses his brain right away!"

Jingzhe: "Yes!"

**

After the person left, Zhao Siwei slammed his fist on the table in anger; he was truly furious.

"Are you sick?! What are you doing here, Ying Tingyao? I never knew you liked bullying girls so much before."

Zhang Zhan put away all the silver notes and got up to find a box in the room.

When the royal family goes hunting, they will stay here for two or three days at this hot spring resort.

Zhao Siwei always followed along, so this place was reserved for him.

Zhang Zhan spoke up, "Zhao Jiu, I have an idea, would you like to hear it?"

Zhao Siwei glanced at him and said, "I really want to hit you right now, so you'd better shut up."

Zhang Zhan, being quite tactful, changed the subject, "So, speaking of this, have you found the person I asked you to look for?"

Zhao Siwei understood that he was asking about the palace maid, "Go find someone I don't even know, you try it yourself?"

He started searching as soon as he was reborn, but there's still no news.

Very few people in the inner palace knew about this matter.

Zhang Zhan packed all the jewelry into a box. "I'll go check. Didn't I just expose my own weakness? I'm quite comfortable being the heir apparent now."

Zhao Siwei felt a headache coming on just looking at his face, which seemed to have something to say. "Spit it out if you have something to say, or go count your money."

Zhang Zhan looked at him, handed him the box containing the jewelry, and said, "Take it back to Ji Tingyao, and then you can directly ask her if she wants to be your principal wife."

Zhao Siwei: ? ? ?

Zhang Zhan then said, "I'll go to the Duke of Xu and ask her to make Xu Tutu your concubine."

Zhao Siwei: !!!

Zhao Siwei pointed to the pool outside, "Do you believe I'll hold you down in the pool and drown you?"

Zhang Zhan shook his head, sat down next to him, and said seriously, "Xu Tutu is disfigured. According to the royal family's requirements for the principal wife, it doesn't matter who she becomes the principal wife."

As he spoke, he coughed lightly and said to the outside, "I need to have a private talk with Zhao Jiu, so everyone stay away!"

Zhang Zhan continued speaking only after everyone had gone far away.

"Even if you say I'm your brother, I'm still a prince. Even if I marry her now as the heir apparent, she can only be a concubine in the future. If I offend the Duke's mansion too much, I'll die a terrible death."

"What does your tragic death have to do with me?" Zhao Siwei looked at him, truly wondering what Zhang Zhan was thinking every day. "It's nothing. I'll definitely visit your mausoleum every year during the Qingming Festival."

Zhang Zhan raised his hand and slapped him, "Be serious. But if Ji Tingyao becomes the principal wife, the Duke's mansion is very likely to agree to your concubine arrangement. Because if Ji Tingyao becomes the principal wife, she will pose no threat to Xu Tutu. The Duke's mansion will simply ignore Ji Tingyao."

"Wow, our Prince Zhang is so clever," Zhao Siwei said, peeling an orange. "I think you're mistaking me for a member of the Xu family."

“Go and explain things to Ji Tingyao. She’s getting old now. For her to become your principal wife would be like her rising from humble beginnings to become a phoenix,” Zhang Zhan said, his tone becoming much more serious.

He seemed to be struggling, finally putting on an expression that said, "As for me, you really have to help me. How about I marry Meng**?"

Zhao Siwei shoved all the peeled oranges into his mouth, saying, "Shut up, or I'm really going to beat you to death."

Just like in my previous life, they're fixated on Meng**!

Zhang Zhan ate half an orange. "In this way, the Ji family's influence in the Censorate, the Xu family's military strength, and the Meng family's support will all be in our hands."

"Then who do you plan to marry?" Zhao Siwei watched him eat oranges and clicked his tongue. "Wow, why doesn't he have half of his brain?"

"Won't you find it troublesome to marry her again?" Zhang Zhan poured tea. "That's fine. Xu Tutu is actually quite easy to fool. It's just that her mother keeps telling her that she'll become a phoenix after marrying into the family. Once she's married, you can replace all the people around her and reason with her properly. She'll definitely listen."

"If you don't like her, then don't touch her. Wait a few years until things have settled down before making arrangements for her."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Zhan felt he had nothing more to add. He paused, then popped the last orange into his mouth. "What do you think?"

"I really want to applaud you." Zhao Siwei had just peeled the orange, removing the white pith, when Zhang Zhan snatched it away. "Don't you have hands?!"

Zhang Zhan pretended not to hear, "Zhao Siwei, what good would it do me to betray you? What great good would it do me?"

Zhao Siwei sneered.

To be honest, he was also quite curious about it.

Zhang Zhan calmly replied, "Now that you're emperor, will you mistreat me? My life will only get better, not worse, right?"

"Even if you don't become emperor, you'll still be a prince with a fiefdom, and I can go to your fiefdom to freeload."

"Have some shame," Zhao Siwei rolled his eyes. "Why don't you say that becoming a marquis helped me get ahead smoothly?"

He had actually thought about what to do with Zhang Zhan if he were to be enfeoffed as a king and go to his fiefdom. No one in the Marquis's mansion liked him. Once Old Madam Zhang and Old Master Zhang died, the Marquis's mansion would be meaningless to him. It would be better for him to go to the fiefdom with Zhang Zhan and become an official.

However, Zhang Zhan died peacefully at the time because my grandparents wanted me to become the Marquis of Pingyang.

"Then tell me, what good would it do me to betray you?" Zhang Zhan pointed to the part he was still peeling, reminding him that there were still white threads there and to peel it clean. "It's nothing more than becoming emperor. What would I do if I became emperor? As long as you live, no one would dare to kill me."

With the last sentence, Zhao Siwei stopped moving.

“I grew up with you. After I met you, you raised me. Everyone in the capital knows that you are my backer. If I betray you, some people will believe me, but the smartest people will definitely not believe me, such as your father, such as, such as not coming out, not thinking about it anymore.”

Zhang Zhan snatched the orange from his hand. "Think it over. If you think my suggestion is good, then go find Ji Tingyao."

"You don't like Meng**?" Zhao Siwei asked.

In his previous life, he had always believed that Zhang Zhan disliked Meng**.

Zhang Zhan disliked troublemakers.

"I wouldn't treat her badly," Zhang Zhan said frankly. "Doesn't she like me?"

Zhao Siwei: ...

He asked, "Do you think the Bai family, Xu Tutu's maternal grandparents, are easy to mess with?"

“Even a starved camel from Ji Tingyao’s maternal family is bigger than a horse,” Zhang Zhan said.

Zhao Siwei sipped his tea. "You've investigated very thoroughly."

“I don’t believe you’re really interested in Ji Tingyao,” Zhang Zhan said. “General Xie’s family has a distinguished military record; they should be back for the hunt this year.”

Zhao Siwei and Tingyao did indeed share hardships in their past lives, but initially they were just nodding acquaintances.

“Let’s not talk about this,” Zhao Siwei said. “The Bai family is a military family that can stand on equal footing with the Yan family. I’m not going to take this piece of meat, and I advise you not to either.”

"Can you eat it?" Zhang Zhan rested his chin on his hand. "Do you think my teeth are in good condition? Besides, the Marquis's mansion also has troops."

Zhao Siwei suddenly said, "Zhang Zhan, aren't you afraid that my information is wrong? Are you still the heir apparent?"

Zhang Zhan shrugged. "It doesn't matter. Even if I can't be a member of the royal family, being a marquis is fine too. I haven't lived this life in vain."

He yawned, slumped on the table, and said sleepily, "So what do you want to do? If Xu Tutu isn't dealt with properly, she'll fall into someone else's hands and die anyway."

Zhao Siwei lowered his eyes.

Zhao Sicong already has a Crown Princess. If Xu Tutu were to become a concubine, the Crown Princess would probably be capable of dragging her down with her.

Duke Xu would not marry Xu Tutu to a woman of lower status; she would definitely be chosen from among the imperial relatives and nobles.

"Don't worry about it," Zhao Siwei said.

His response was Zhang Zhan's even breathing.

He fell asleep.

How can you even sleep? Don't you know I want to kill you?

Zhang Zhan lay face down on the table, and Zhao Siwei felt that if he were just a little more ruthless, he could strangle his younger brother.

Even though he was clearly trying to expose the truth, Zhang Zhan saw it as proof that our relationship had become even better.

This bastard might have been grateful to him before and thought about repaying the favor, but now he probably takes it all for granted and probably thinks he can take care of him in his old age and see him off when he dies.

Is this the difference between being honest with someone you have a good relationship with and being honest with someone you don't?

No, he was the one who was confessed in his past life.

She finally got up and pulled the cloak next to her over him.

He pushed open the door, and a blizzard rushed in.

Zhang Zhan, who was fast asleep, was startled awake by the cold and shivered.

Zhao Siwei spat out the snow from his mouth, closed the door, and added more charcoal to the brazier.

Zhang Zhan closed his eyes again.

He's been so tired lately, his mind is constantly on how to better help Zhao Siwei if he really is a prince.

However, the emperor would not like to see his princes getting along well.

He didn't want to go against Zhao Siwei.

He looks fierce, but he's actually very easy to talk to. Otherwise, he would definitely have given someone like Ji Tingyao a second glance.

This person won't fight back; they'll just keep questioning and doubting. Even if a knife is about to fall on their body, they'll probably still be thinking about why they betrayed us.

Zhang Zhan was extremely sleepy. He kept his eyelids open and thought for a while. He rubbed his head against his arm, but it wasn't comfortable or warm enough. So he got up and went over.

Zhao Siwei was startled. "Are you awake, or are you sleepwalking? It's snowing heavily outside. Do you want to go out and get some fresh air to wake yourself up?"

Without uttering a single word in response, Zhang Zhan collapsed onto the small bed beside him, covered his head with his cloak, and fell asleep.

Zhao is critically ill: ...

Does this person really think that just because someone is a younger brother, they can take advantage of him?

“Zhang Zhan, if you really are my younger brother, then you have several older brothers and sisters above you.”

Zhang Zhan said impatiently, "Get lost, those people have nothing to do with me."

"The Crown Prince is still very good to you. If he knew you were his half-brother, he would definitely treat you with brotherly affection."

Zhang Zhan said unhappily, "I know who breastfed me."

Zhao Siwei was munching on an orange.

Feeling the wind and snow lashing against the window, the only sounds in the quiet room were the crackling of the brazier and Zhang Zhan's even breathing.

Zhao Siwei sat on the ground roasting and eating oranges.

For some reason, I was reminded of things from my childhood.

Zhang Zhan's eating habits are truly hilarious. He must have never eaten anything good before; his eyes bulge out no matter what he eats.

He wasn't just clever; he truly succeeded through hard work. Sometimes, when his teacher criticized him, he would sit on the steps and cry his heart out.

He squatted down beside him with his rice bowl and watched him cry. When he calmed down, he fed him a couple of bites. After eating a couple of bites, Zhang Zhan, who had regained his strength, started crying again.

On the day of the Great Heat, someone knocked on the door and said that a blizzard outside made it impossible to leave, asking if they could share some empty rooms with the young masters.

Zhao Siwei said yes.

A moment later, someone knocked on the door again.

Zhang Zhan rolled over, seemingly disturbed by the noise. Zhao Siwei was also disturbed. "What, are you going to squeeze into my room again?"

Outside, they said it was to deliver food. When he came in and out, it was the food that Consort Xian had prepared for him. He checked the time and it was time to eat.

Zhao Siwei was about to say no, but then he said, "Eat, eat, eat my ass."

Zhang Zhan had already gotten up.

Zhang Zhan was hungry. "Bring it in." He had been avoiding certain foods lately and was eating very little, and the food he ate was all bland and unappetizing.

Zhao Siwei asked in bewilderment, "When did you become someone who only knows how to eat?"

Zhang Zhan sat up. "Shall we go out and build a snowman now, or go home? Ninth Prince, show me how."

Zhao Siwei had no answer.

Hearing a noise outside, Zhang Zhan went to open the window a crack and knocked.

There were five rooms here, and they were tidying up outside. He saw people going in and out of his room and immediately spoke up, "Why should I have to squeeze in with other people to sleep?"

Zhao Siwei was setting out the vegetables when she heard Zhang Zhan's rather displeased shout. Not understanding, she asked, "What's wrong?"

Da Shu said, "His Highness just said that we can squeeze in. The young master Zhang's room will be given to the three young masters of the Ji family."

Zhang Zhan: "Tell them to get lost."

He rarely uses vulgar words like "get lost".

Upon hearing that it was the Ji family staying there, Zhao Siwei thought it was possible to squeeze in. "Can't you see how heavy the snow is outside? Are you going to freeze into an ice sculpture? Is there no room for you in this room? Then I'll go and squeeze in with the Ji family, and you can sleep by yourself."

Zhang Zhan: "Okay."

Zhao Siwei hesitated for a moment, then took a bite of the pastry that Consort Xian had given him.

What kind of temperament.

Meng should be allowed to give them a piece of her mind.

Consort Xian knew that Zhang Zhan would also be there today, so she prepared two portions of food. Now that the two of them were together, she heated them up and served them together. Most of the dishes were similar, except for the pastries.

“I haven’t seen your mother sit here.” Zhang Zhan looked at the pastries. Another serving was glutinous rice cake, which Zhao Siwei liked. The small shortbread that was usually prepared for him had been replaced. He sniffed it but couldn’t tell what it was. He reached out to touch it.

His hand was pushed away, and Zhao Siwei picked up a plate of pastries. "Eat your food. Aren't you full enough already?"