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

"Get out of my way!" Zhang Zhan threw him aside, even shoving him several times. "Two lives, no, many lives. What right do you have to talk to me about protecting murderers?"

"You only want to kill me, why did you have to kill my grandparents? What did they do to offend you!"

At this moment, Zhang Zhan was like a three-year-old child whose candy had been taken away, with no other option but to vent his frustration by crying.

The dead cannot be brought back to life.

“Sit down, let’s have a proper talk.” Zhao Siwei knew very well that if Zhang Zhan left now in his current emotional state, things would turn out the same as in his previous life.

She hates him just like she did in her past life, and wants to kill him.

This time, Zhang Zhan might even take revenge from the bottom of his heart on all the people he tormented.

Zhao Siwei said, "We were too young to know the whole story of what happened in the past. So what we know must be biased. We need to find out the truth before we speak."

"Talk? Your mother killed my grandparents, and you want to talk to me? Have you no shame? Talk? Fine, but show some sincerity. Go kill your mother right now! Go ahead, you might not dare, but I do!"

"If you kill my mother, no one in the Marquis's mansion will survive." Zhao Siwei felt that Zhang Zhan couldn't think clearly right now, so he could only say, "Can we calm down for a bit?"

Consort Xian had just gone mad and was babbling incoherently, which he could only vaguely understand.

If these two were to clash, who knows what might happen tonight?

Zhang Zhan sobbed uncontrollably, "I was so stupid, I didn't even notice, and I even wanted to investigate why you distanced yourself from me. Zhao Siwei, did you ever consider me a brother? In your eyes, am I just a pitiful prince, and then an illegitimate child born from seducing your father's palace maid...?"

Zhang Zhan was speechless; he didn't even know why he had come.

It seems they came to avenge their grandparents.

Kill Consort Xian.

Can Zhao Siwei be killed here?

He couldn't be killed; he couldn't beat Zhao Siwei. He had a hidden ailment that prevented him from practicing martial arts properly, which made him very unhappy. Zhao Siwei even said that with him around, no one in the capital could possibly punch him in the face.

But now, Zhao Siwei is the mountain that prevents him from seeking revenge.

The entire Marquis's mansion will be wiped out. He doesn't care about the lives of anyone in the mansion, except for his grandparents. He wishes the entire mansion would be extinct! They're all scum! Not a single good person among them!

But if what Zhang Ruizhe said is true, then the Marquis's mansion would be his benefactor.

He refused to believe that the Marquis's mansion had protected him, nor did he believe that Zhao Siwei wanted to kill him.

Therefore, he chose the most absurd method to prove it.

Just ask directly...

He refused to believe that their sixteen-year friendship was all fake; if even a day or two was real, at least he could get a truthful answer from him.

As it turned out, he couldn't accept the truth.

Thinking of Zhang Ruizhe's words, Zhang Zhan looked at Zhao Siwei with teary eyes, "Do you really think your mother is as good as you see her? How many women who sit in high positions in the harem are truly clean?"

Zhao Siwei simply gripped his wrist. "Let's talk. If you're willing to talk to me, I'll give you whatever compensation you want. Just name your price."

"I want your mother's head!" Zhang Zhan was even more furious when he couldn't shake him off, and his voice became much louder, "Let go."

"Zhang Zhan, let's talk." Zhao Siwei simply tightened his grip on his arm, determined not to let him shake off.

Zhao Siwei didn't know what to talk about, but if they didn't talk about it now, they wouldn't have anything to talk about later.

Although, although he had made many preparations for this day of tearing off all pretenses after his rebirth.

But it came so suddenly that he was caught off guard.

Zhang Zhan couldn't break free, and stopped struggling. Tears welled up in his eyes. "What are we talking about? Are we talking about how you left me penniless, how you got His Majesty and the Empress to issue an edict forbidding me from getting close to the Crown Prince? Or what?"

Zhao Siwei did it, but there were also things unrelated to him. "As for the Crown Prince, you're the one who messed things up."

Zhang Zhan's heart pounded, his voice hoarse. He felt he had been stupid for far too many years. "I was so foolish. You and your mother have wanted to kill me for a long time. You and your mother wanted to kill me..."

Zhao Siwei: "I didn't." He definitely didn't.

With the wind and snow blocking their view, no one knew what the two were saying.

Zhang Zhan coughed as he cried, a little color returning to his pale face from the sudden cough. "If you and your son want to kill me, then kill me. It's just one life, why kill me? I can give it to you and your son anytime you want, just say the word."

"Why, why, Zhao Siwei, why did you kill my grandfather and grandmother!" Zhang Zhan seemed to be losing all his strength, inch by inch, until he finally collapsed into the snow.

Killing my grandparents is more painful than tearing them to pieces.

Looking up at Zhao Siwei's hand that wouldn't let go, Zhang Zhan tried to pull it back but couldn't. All his emotions surged up—helplessness, despair, anger, sorrow, and self-blame—and he couldn't hold back his tears any longer.

Zhang Zhan had never cried so heartbreakingly before; tears streamed down his cheeks and disappeared into the snow.

Zhao Siwei had never seen Zhang Zhan so helpless before. Back then, he had only wanted someone to copy books and obey him, which was why he had brought Zhang Zhan to his side.

Later, I realized that he was a really good person, and he was truly devoted to me. He would always give me whatever I had or whatever I wanted.

When he gets a little older, I'll ask him what he wants, as if I'm going to repay him, and I'll always manage to get it for him after a while.

He felt that gambling was not a good thing, mainly because he was afraid that Zhang Zhan would become addicted to gambling and be taken advantage of. This guy was really naive when he was young, but after he lost his temper a few times, Zhang Zhan stopped gambling.

In fact, Zhang Zhan really does listen to him.

But how did my life end up like this?

Could it be that after tonight, Zhang Zhan will try every means to kill him again, just like in his previous life?

Zhao Siwei recalled the feeling of collapsing in the dense forest during a winter hunt in his previous life.

The pain was unbearable.

But today he was clearly not injured at all, and it was Zhao Siwei in front of him who broke down and cried.

What to do, what to do...

"Zhang Zhan, let's talk." Zhao Siwei bent down and reached out to wipe away his tears.

Zhang Zhan repeated the same words he had spoken when he arrived, "Without my grandparents, I would have died long ago. I haven't repaid them yet, I haven't repaid them yet! I was perfectly fine when I left..."

“I didn’t even get to see my grandmother one last time! When I touched her just now, she was still warm, but I just couldn’t wake her up! If I hadn’t argued with you at the entrance of the hot spring resort and saved that little bit of time, would I have been able to say a final word to my grandmother?”

"What's there to talk about? What do I have to talk to you about right now?"

"You'd better kill me now and send me to join my grandparents, otherwise—"

"Zhang Zhan!" Zhao Siwei's voice boomed over him as he put his arm around his shoulder and tried to help him up. "Let's go inside."

"Yes, it is I who killed your grandfather, grandmother, and even you deserve to die today."

A cold, sharp voice came from the wind.

Zhang Zhan immediately revealed an aggressive look in his eyes.

Zhao Siwei, seeing Consort Xian approaching, had no patience left. "Mother, please stop talking."

"Let her speak! I want to hear what she has to say." Zhang Zhan's eyes were filled with despair as he watched Consort Xian sob uncontrollably. "Your Majesty, I... I considered you my own mother. You can kill me, but why..."

Consort Xian stepped forward, and upon seeing Zhang Zhan's tear-streaked face, disgust flashed in her eyes.

"Because your mother deserves to die, and you deserve to die too. Your mother got pregnant with your body back then and kept it a secret from me. She even tried to make me miscarry and dress up as me to seduce His Majesty. You should really be glad that your face is so different from hers. Otherwise, why would I let you live a few more years?"

“I’ve known for a long time that you are her son. The Lady of Anyang often stays at her villa in the suburbs and has become good friends with that palace maid.”

"And after I gave birth to Xiao Jiu, I still softened my heart and went to find her quietly. I found out that she was actually pregnant. I wanted to kill her, but the Lady of Anyang was preparing to give birth in the other courtyard. She was hiding next to the Lady of Anyang. How could I let her give birth to you!"

"Your mother, that wretched Lady Anyang, said that her belly was prepared for me. She said that if I gave birth to a girl, then the baby in her belly would be a boy, and she would switch the baby with the baby. Otherwise, she would die. She made up such a tragic story that she really fooled a lot of people."

“You survived the fire. I always thought you were the child of the Lady of Anyang.”

Zhang Zhan listened to Consort Xian and Zhang Ruizhe's almost identical statements and cried until he could hardly breathe.

Consort Xian set a fire, leaving only one child behind. Zhang Ruizhe had to explain to his "maternal grandfather," so he took the child back and petitioned for him to be made the heir apparent.

How absurd...

Consort Xian stared at Zhang Zhan's face. "When you were nine years old, you and Xiao Jiu were coming back in the rain. I noticed something was off about you when you were catching cats outside the courtyard."

"After further investigation, we discovered that your grandparents actually knew who you were all along, but they didn't make a fuss and secretly raised you. Was it intentional or deliberate for the Marquis's mansion to raise a prince?"

"However, I was thinking that if you could continue to be a good dog in front of my son, I wouldn't expose you, and I might even let you live a good life. In the end, you wouldn't be at a loss if you became a marquis."

"And then you actually poisoned my son! You're just as ruthless as your vile mother!"

"Tell me, if I don't kill you, will I keep you alive for the New Year?!"

"Zhang Zhan, just tell me, do you deserve to die? You should have died long ago! You should have died in that fire twenty-one years ago!"

"The Marquis of Anyang's first wife and that child died because of you!"

Zhang Zhan stopped sobbing, and then his tears flowed like a flood.

"It's a relief you didn't die today, but it's alright." Consort Xian said coldly, ordering Zhao Siwei, "Zhao Jiu, kill him! Otherwise, why keep him around to cause trouble for us, mother and son!"

Zhao Siwei sensed someone approaching and knelt beside Zhang Zhan, protecting him, saying, "Mother, we can't, we can't kill him."

Consort Xian wanted nothing more than to slap Zhao Siwei twice, "You good-for-nothing! How could I have such a useless son like you! Guards, kill him!"

Zhao Siwei's intuition was correct; a guard came up, holding a small crossbow and a dagger.

He took everyone out today and returned alone; the Lu Yao Palace has no one left to use.

Consort Xian didn't want to fight her son. "Zhao Siwei, get out of the way! He's delivered himself to our doorstep today, so we won't kill him. But if we let him go, you'll die! And I'll die too!"

“Yes, your mother is right. If I don’t die today, you will all die.” Zhang Zhan said, each word distinct, his eyes filled with intense hatred.

Zhao Siwei looked at his mother and asked, "Where did these people come from?"

Consort Xian did not intend to reply. "I'm doing this all for your sake. After Zhang Zhan dies, we, mother and son, can talk it over slowly."

Zhao Siwei shook his head, raised his hand to protect Zhang Zhan, who was slumped on the ground, and held him in his arms. He stood there, locked in a stalemate with Consort Xian, saying, "No, Mother, we can't kill him."

Consort Xian stopped arguing and raised her hand to instruct, "Don't worry about the Ninth Prince. He's skilled in martial arts; he'll know to step aside when he feels pain. Kill Zhang Zhan."

Zhao Siwei remained motionless, only holding Zhang Zhan even tighter, burying his head in his arms.

He let the man holding the dagger walk forward.

Who would dare to touch Zhao Siwei? Nobody would.

Enraged, Consort Xian grabbed a whip and lashed it at Zhao Siwei.

Zhao Siwei circled Zhang Zhan.

Zhang Zhan is currently completely defenseless and has no ability to defend himself. If he leaves the area even for a moment, anyone here could easily kill him.

If Zhang Zhan were to die, he would indeed have no more worries.

But why did Zhang Zhan have to die?

What did Zhang Zhan do wrong?

Looking back on his life, everything Zhang Zhan did was forced upon him.

The sound of the whip was negligible amidst the wind and snow.

Zhang Zhan smelled the blood, and it seemed as if half of the water in his brain had been drained.

As he tried to move, Zhao Siwei tightened his grip on his hand.

"It will break, let go." Zhang Zhan said. He really wanted to get rid of what he couldn't have. He moved slightly, and Zhao Siwei loosened his grip a little. As if afraid that he would break free, he held on a little more tightly.

Zhang Zhan: "Your mother is absolutely right. As long as I am alive today, I will make you and your mother suffer without regard for my own life. You will regret for countless days and nights that you didn't let your mother kill me today."

Consort Xian thought her son was full of nonsense and regretted not telling Zhang Zhan to get lost back then. "Zhao Siwei, can't you hear what he's saying?!"

Zhao Siwei suddenly said, "Would you both be more at ease if I died?"

The whip in Consort Xian's hand paused, and Zhang Zhan felt the strength gripping his wrist disappear for a moment.

Zhao Siwei stood up and pressed the dagger he was carrying against his neck.

Consort Xian was terrified and screamed, "Zhao Siwei, what are you doing! Put him down! Zhao Jiu, are you crazy?!" She only had this one son, and all her hopes in this life were placed on Zhao Siwei!

Zhang Zhan looked up at Zhao Siwei with red eyes, his hands moving faster than his brain, grabbing his sleeve and shaking his head while sobbing.

He came to the palace with absolutely, absolutely no intention of killing Zhao Siwei...

"Have you all calmed down now? Can we talk?"

Zhao Siwei looked down at Zhang Zhan's somewhat clear-headed eyes, then glanced around, warning everyone.

"You can try and see if it's faster for something to fall on Zhang Zhan or for me to slit my own throat!"

Consort Xian was so frightened that she dropped her whip and immediately gave the order, "Stop! Don't do anything rash!"

"Do you still stand by what you just said?" Zhao Siwei asked Zhang Zhan. "You can let bygones be bygones regarding my mother's departure from the capital. As for how to settle this matter, we can discuss that later, right?"

Zhang Zhan nodded, staring at Consort Xian not far away.

Once Consort Xian leaves the capital, he has plenty of ways to make her wish she were dead.

"What does Mother Consort think?" Zhao Siwei looked at Consort Xian again. "You killed two people today, and almost killed Zhang Zhan."

This is a certainty, something Consort Xian herself just admitted.

Consort Xian sneered, "Why should I give up the position of the Fourth Consort after all the hard work I put in!"