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

Zhang Zhan clutched his chest, breathing rapidly. Kneeling on the ground, he felt extremely uncomfortable, as if he couldn't breathe at all, and his forehead began to sweat profusely again.

Lifting his back to make him feel better, she said to Xu Yuan, "Go and ask if there's a doctor, hurry!"

Xu Yuan exclaimed "Hey!" and ran outside.

Zhang Zhan grabbed Zhao Siwei and said with difficulty, "No need, no need!"

Xu Yuan turned back, and Zhang Zhan pointed to a certain spot, "I... I brought the medicine I had with me..."

Zhao Siwei carried him back to the house. Xu Yuan arrived quickly, and Zhang Zhan took the medicine powder with water. Zhang Zhan curled up on the bed, trying to breathe.

Zhao Siwei felt this wouldn't do, "Go find a doctor!" He stepped forward to see Zhang Zhan.

Xu Yuan stood by the window, suddenly put his hand on the hilt of his sword, and then drew the long sword and placed it on Zhao Siwei's shoulder.

During the Great Heat and Lesser Heat, swords are drawn.

Zhao Siwei raised his hand, indicating that he had no offensive capabilities. "Xu Yuan, I know what you're thinking. If I wanted to kill him, do you think he would still be alive today?"

Xu Yuan held the blade to Zhao Siwei's neck, forcing Zhang Siwei to leave the bedside. "The food was provided by His Highness. How can this humble servant trust His Highness?"

Zhao Siwei raised his chin, using his weakest point to convince people that he was truly not a threat, "Xu Yuan, only I can call someone to rescue Zhang Zhan now. We're on the same side, there's no need to play games like this."

"Xu Yuan!" Zhang Zhan called out breathlessly, "Put him down and get out!"

Xu Yuan put down his knife. Zhao Siwei stepped forward to look, but Xu Yuan stopped him, saying, "Does Your Highness intend to kill my master with your own hands?"

The two men, Dashu and Xiaoshu, exchanged a glance. Although they didn't know what had happened, they stepped forward and pulled the person out from the left and right.

"Dude, buddy, don't get angry, we're all on the same side. You can't be sure that our Ninth Prince did this!"

"Yes, yes, how many times has our prince been angered to death by your master? It's a misunderstanding, it must be a misunderstanding. Come on, let's go, the two of us brothers will accompany Brother Xu to investigate slowly."

Zhao Siwei stepped forward, and Zhang Zhan was curled up on the bed, panting heavily.

Can I help you?

Zhang Zhan didn't even have the strength to speak; he was just struggling to breathe. His forehead was covered in beads of sweat, and his face was deathly pale. Maintaining normal breathing seemed like an impossible task for him at that moment. His cheeks twitched occasionally, and he was incredibly weak.

"stuffy……"

Zhao Siwei placed the back of his hand on his forehead, praying that he wouldn't get a fever, otherwise even a god wouldn't be able to help. "It'll be fine in a bit, I'm here, don't be afraid."

Zhang Zhan clutched his chest, his vision blurred, his eyes brimming with tears, and his chest heaving violently, indicating difficulty breathing. He pointed to the window and moved his finger.

Zhao Siwei looked in the direction he was pointing and immediately understood.

He got up and opened the window a crack. The cold air, mixed with wind and snow, rushed in, dispelling most of the warmth in the room. With this fresh breeze, Zhang Zhan seemed to breathe a little easier.

She only watched for a short while, and seeing that Zhang Zhan's heartbeat had calmed down a bit, she covered it up.

In such a snowy weather, even an able-bodied person like him wouldn't be able to withstand the wind and snow, let alone Zhang Zhan.

"Don't think about anything right now. Let's catch our breath first, and then we can talk about other things."

Zhao Siwei reached out and gently patted his back, then took a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

Zhang Zhan closed his eyes and used all his strength to breathe, trying not to think about anything else and to catch his breath first.

The medication has already been administered; now we just need to wait. Going to see a doctor again will only make things worse.

I was just feeling terrible; tears and snot kept falling, and my heart was pounding violently.

Then she grabbed Zhao Siwei's clothes and pointed at the medicine bottle.

"Is it still usable?"

Zhang Zhan nodded weakly, "Light it in the incense, bring it here, don't, don't spill it..."

Zhao Siwei did spill some.

The mother wants to kill Zhang Zhan.

Zhang Zhan might kill him later.

In fact, he had been killed by him his entire life.

But the thought of Zhang Zhan dying didn't even cross his mind.

At this moment, I'm slowly preparing the medicine. Even if I get up for a moment, I can't think about it anymore.

He looked back at the person lying on the bed, still struggling to breathe, and finally lit incense and took it over.

"Is it any better?"

Zhang Zhan couldn't utter a single word. After a long while, he mustered a little strength and nodded, which was his reply.

Zhao Siwei reached out and patted his head.

He raised Zhang Zhan like a younger brother. He didn't have many friends and didn't want to make any. Zhang Zhan was different. He brought Zhang Zhan back to help with his homework on a whim, but he found that this person was really miserable. However, with just one sentence from him, Zhang Zhan's situation could be completely different.

It was just a matter of a few words, but Zhao Siwei thought it was just a matter of convenience, and once it was, it really did go smoothly for more than ten years.

The Marquis's mansion did indeed prepare things for Zhang Zhan according to his status as the heir apparent, but the quality of the things varied. At first, the clothes he wore were not even as good as the clothes of the little eunuchs around him.

Zhang Zhan is a typical example of someone who'd rather live a miserable life than die a good death. He'll take what's available and discard what's not. If someone else doesn't want it, he'll even pick it up and use it himself.

You might say he has nothing of value, but he does have some precious things, though they're just for show around Old Master Zhang and Old Madam Zhang, to reassure them not to worry about him.

When Zhang Zhan gets stubborn, he acts like, "Then kill me if you want." He'll only compromise if you threaten him with his grandfather or grandmother, and even then, it's just a small compromise, and you'll still have to negotiate terms.

I really don't know where he got the confidence to negotiate with me.

What can be done? I've seen pitiful people, but I've never seen anyone commit such a terrible sin. If he doesn't take care of them, Zhang Zhan will definitely not live to grow up. If he does take care of them, it will only cause more trouble.

No matter how young he is, he grew up in the royal family and understands many things. He has too much interaction with the heir of the Marquis of Pingyang. What will people say in the future? Will they say that he is coveting the military strength of the Marquis of Pingyang's mansion?

He might have thought about it, but when he was a child, he couldn't bring himself to stand by and watch someone die. The main reason was that Zhang Zhan genuinely listened to him and didn't cause him any trouble, unlike the other study companions who were arrogant and used their family background to cause trouble in the palace, bullying others and even having their names used against them.

If Zhang Zhan is driven away, a new companion will come to his side. Weighing the options, he definitely wants Zhang Zhan. He can eat as much as he wants and use as much as he can.

Fortunately, he was the emperor's most beloved youngest son, so he naturally had more possessions than other princes and princesses, all of which were used to support Zhang Zhan.

Knowing that he genuinely loved reading, they pulled strings and used connections to get him to acknowledge the retired Grand Secretary as his tutor. At first, that scoundrel thought it was Zhang Zhan who wanted to become his apprentice, so he kept pretending to be dead. Only after he found out it was Zhang Zhan did he agree to meet him.

He paid for all the gifts given to my husband when he became his apprentice.

Even now, when he receives a reward in the palace, the steward will check if there is anything that Zhang Zhan would like or that is suitable for him and send it to the Marquis's residence.

Yes, he was a prince, and ever since he took Zhang Zhan under his wing, he had been provided with food and clothing that Zhang Zhan had left over.

Therefore, he was truly so angry in his past life that he vomited blood.

As a child, I was a stubborn and aggrieved child; as an adult, I'm still stubborn and never listen to anyone.

Brother, even if Zhang Zhan were to call him "father," he should still do so!

outside.

Ji Fuguang noticed that the house across the street was suddenly brightly lit. Remembering what Tingyao had said, that if anything seemed amiss, he should immediately inform her, he quickly wrote a note and instructed the servant to personally deliver it to Tingyao.

After reading the note that had been delivered, Tingyao suddenly said to Meng**, "I'm going back to the capital. Please cover for me for two days."

Meng** was shocked and pointed outside, "With such a heavy snowstorm, where are you going? Are you heading to the Western Paradise? You'll die on the way!"

"Please," Tingyao said.

Meng sighed, "What are you begging for? I'm not stopping you from leaving, I'm just telling you to be careful. What exactly are you going to do?"

Tingyao: "I don't know, but my intuition tells me that I must go back to the capital, or it will be too late."

Meng**: ...

It was a dark night with heavy snow; leaving at that time would make it difficult to be discovered.

Tingyao, wearing a thick cloak, watched Jingzhe, who was sitting on horseback, demonstrate her skills.

"This is troublesome." Tingyao held Jingzhe in her arms. "We must go back."

Jingzhe: "It's just windy now, but it's not too bad. If it were any later, even the horses would probably run themselves ragged."

***

After Zhang Zhan's breathing gradually became smooth, he fell asleep, but before he fell asleep, he called Xu Yuan in to watch over him.

Zhao Siwei was asked to leave the house.

The two men, Dashu and Xiaoshu, exchanged a glance and then knelt down before him.

They knew that Zhang Zhan's troubles were all caused by the two of them.

Zhao Siwei waved his hand. "What's the use of blaming them now? No use."

"It's not all your fault, you're all at fault."

Zhao Siwei stood at the door and said on the sweltering heat, "Master, it's cold outside..."

Where can we go now? All the other rooms are occupied.

After Zhang Zhan had completely fallen asleep, Zhao Siwei went inside and sat down. In the inner room, Xu Yuan was holding a knife and guarding Zhang Zhan.

Two hours later, Xu Yuan came out and said to Zhao Siwei, who was dozing off with his forehead propped up, "The Crown Prince invites the Ninth Prince in."

Zhao Siwei pressed the bridge of his nose, then got up and went inside.

Zhang Zhan was already sitting on the edge of the bed, his expression both familiar and unfamiliar to Zhao Siwei.

The familiarity stemmed from the unfamiliarity that appeared on Zhang Zhan's face after he returned from disaster relief in his previous life; the unfamiliarity arose because it was the first time this had happened in this lifetime.

"You and your son want to kill me?" Zhang Zhan asked.

Zhao Siwei blurted out, "I don't know, I—"

“Your mother wants to kill me,” Zhang Zhan asked him, then asked again, “Do you want to kill me too? You do.”

He asked himself, "Just because of my identity? Just because of an identity I myself don't even know about?"

At first, Zhang Zhan thought he was choking. It wasn't until he couldn't breathe properly that he realized something was wrong, but he didn't suspect which bowl of soup it was, and he was convinced that there was something wrong with the taro.

Zhang Zhan looked at Zhao Siwei with a complicated expression. "I even thought it would be better if the medicine I brought didn't work." He had thought that someone might harm him, but he never thought that person would be Zhao Siwei.

He looked at Zhao Siwei and said sarcastically, "If the medicine doesn't work, at least I'll starve to death or choke to death, not be killed by you and your son."

Zhao Siwei was at a loss for words for a moment.

He had just been thinking about it, but had no clue what to do.

From the moment he took his first bite of the pastry, his only thought was to cover it up and wait until he returned to the capital to have a proper talk with Consort Xian behind closed doors.

But fate played a cruel trick on us...

Zhang Zhan stood up and stated his bottom line word by word, "I will accept anyone who kills me, but it cannot be you and your son. If my existence truly threatens you, then there will definitely be rumors about the Tenth Prince in the capital."

There has never been such a rumor. Zhu Fucang only has three sons: the Crown Prince, the Second Prince, and the Ninth Prince. He has few sons. If he really cared about his existence, why didn't he look for him?

This means that he was a child disliked by the royal family, and the prince did not want to acknowledge his existence at all.

Zhao Siwei himself felt that his explanation was weak, but he still felt he had to go to sleep: "I don't know, but I didn't ask you to die, so you should believe me."

"Why, just because of a palace maid I don't even know, just because of my own background that I can't even find out?" Zhang Zhan found it unbelievable, and his voice rose. "What does this have to do with me? Haven't I suffered enough? That palace maid is already dead, isn't she? She's dead, do you want me to die too?"

Zhao Siwei: "Calm down now, don't get agitated."

Zhang Zhan stared at her coldly, "Does your mother want to kill me, or do you and your son both want to?"

Zhao Siwei: "I don't know."

"Is it that you don't know whether your mother will kill me, or do you want to kill me?"

"Why would I save you if I wanted to kill you!"

"If I die today, you can just find some excuse to blame the person who fed me, and that'll be the end of it. The Marquis's mansion would love for me to die!"

Zhao Siwei turned to the side to calm himself down a bit.

“You also have some thoughts of killing me,” Zhang Zhan suddenly said. “You want to distance yourself from me so that people will think we have nothing to do with each other. After all, if I die, you’ll be the first person suspected!”

Just as a conflict was about to erupt, Xu Yuan suddenly rushed in, shouting, "Young Master! Something's happened!"

Zhang Zhan pointed at him and shouted, "Get out!"

Xu Yuan's voice grew louder, "The old Marquis is dead! The old lady is heartbroken and has fainted. The Marquis's mansion has sent someone to ask you to return immediately! See if you can see the old lady one last time!"

Zhang Zhan's mind went blank.

Zhao Siwei was even more taken aback.

Impossible, he didn't die at that time!

He also instructed Zhang Zhan and Zhong Youling to pay close attention.

His collar was grabbed and Zhang Zhan punched him in the face.

"You killed my grandparents! Has your mother gone mad?! You knew perfectly well, didn't you? Otherwise, you wouldn't have alerted me! Why?! I've never been bad to you, have I? I've never been bad to your mother, have I? I've treated her with the respect due to my own mother, and I've protected you as my own brother. How dare you and your mother do this?!"

"Today, you and your son have really pulled off a great maneuver!"

Zhang Zhan was on the verge of collapse. He threw Zhao Siwei aside and shouted, "Are you and your son even human? If you have any problems, come at me! Why did you have to hurt my grandparents?!"

"I don't know!" Zhao Siwei was also angered by this and yelled at Zhang Zhan, "Don't keep saying my mother made it!"

"If that's the case, what will you say!" Zhang Zhan pushed him away and walked outside.

He wanted to go back to see his grandparents one last time.

The wind and snow outside were too heavy. More than a dozen messengers came, but only one delivered the letter. The snow was already as high as the steps, and Zhang Zhan almost stumbled when he went out.

Zhao Siwei: "Are you out of your mind?"

Zhang Zhan was only wearing a thin undergarment, so Da Shu and Xiao Shu hurriedly took his clothes and put them on him.

It wasn't until the thick cloak fell onto his shoulders that Zhang Zhan recovered from the cold and then rushed out.

The carriage couldn't move at all; the snow had completely covered the road.

Zhang Zhan leaned against the carriage. "Xu Yuan, I want to go back!"

Xu Yuan: "Young Master, please go to the carriage first. I'll think of something!"