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

Zhang Zhan was fast asleep and dreaming.

He could clearly feel that he was dreaming; otherwise, he would never be able to afford to live in such a magnificent place.

Zhang Zhan saw himself pick up the wine and drink it all in one gulp.

Why drink alcohol?

Ever since the incident with Fan Wang, he has been very careful about drinking.

Then, Zhang Zhan felt extremely dizzy.

As his eyelids opened and closed, the face he hated most in his life appeared before him.

Prince Fan.

Prince Fan was the late emperor's brother, and his mother was very capable, which greatly helped Zhao Fucang ascend the throne. Therefore, he was allowed to stay in the capital as a wealthy prince.

Both meat and vegetables are acceptable, and both men and women should consume them.

He didn't even know how he had been targeted.

He almost succeeded in taking advantage of her when she was nine years old.

Right now, Zhang Zhan felt completely unable to move, and not only that, his body was very hot.

"After all this time, you've still ended up in my hands!"

My chin was lifted up, followed by a disgusting tongue moving back and forth across my chin, and then my lips.

He struggled, only to find that his hands and feet were bound.

Dirty hands roamed over his body, and he kept cursing.

A finger pierced through the body.

He saw Fan Wang bury his head and take his tip into his mouth.

Fan Wang held his legs and slowly licked them, making sounds that disgusted him.

"I'll make sure you feel comfortable today."

"You dare! Zhao Siwei has me trapped here; he knows everything I do!"

"Yes, he's holding you up, how can I come in?"

Fan Wang gently and hoarsely pinched his calf, his fingers thrusting in and out of that spot with incredible speed.

Then he spread Zhang Zhan's legs apart and folded them up, so that Zhang Zhan could see clearly how he went in.

Painful sounds rolled around, a low growl from Fan Wangshuang.

……

"Zhang Zhan?"

"Zhang Zhan!"

Zhao Siwei was so frightened by Zhang Zhan's nightmare that he shook him.

Zhang Zhan's mouth was filled with painful sobs and repeated groans.

What did you dream about?

I can't keep dreaming about anything anymore.

Zhang Zhan suddenly opened his eyes, sat up abruptly, and stared at Zhao Siwei, still shaken.

Why did you give me to Prince Fan?

In short, Zhao Siwei's mind went completely blank.

What do you mean?

Don't even mention that Zhang Zhan from his past life has returned at this time!

This is the first thing I said to him when I got back!

He must be killed!

Even if I don't kill him, I'll stab him a few times to vent my anger!

Zhao Siwei froze for a moment, "What? What are you talking about?"

Zhang Zhan clutched his head, his eyes filled with terror. "No, I had a dream. I dreamt of Prince Fan, that I was in a palace, drinking the wine you gave me, and then..."

Zhang Zhan couldn't speak anymore; he just covered his head, curled up in a ball, and hugged his knees.

What came to mind was that he was naked, his hands were tied to the headboard, his knees were hooked up and spread wide by soft red ropes, his eyes were unfocused, a silver bell was tucked into his chest, and there were bells on his ankles. The slightest movement would produce a sound.

Then King Fan stood up and spoke to the guards.

"Go play, but don't kill him."

Life is better than death!

Zhao Siwei reached out his hand.

"Don't touch me!" Zhang Zhan's voice was shrill.

Why would I dream about these things?

why!

Zhang Zhan opened his eyes wide, then squeezed his knees together tightly, "Let me be by myself for a while."

Their memories were the same.

The scene is frozen at the age of nine for Zhang Zhan and ten for Zhao Siwei.

Springtime was perfect for flower viewing, and Consort Xian hosted a banquet.

Zhao Siwei didn't like looking at flowers and wanted to go out to play, but his mother said that these flowers were rare in the world and asked Zhang Zhan, who was standing next to him, if he wanted to go.

Zhang Zhan always gave Consort Xian face, so he nodded immediately. At this moment, a palace maid came to deliver clothes.

Each of them received a set of clothes, and every day they went to investigate why they were suddenly given new clothes.

The flower viewing area has already attracted quite a few people.

Zhang Zhan was handsome and refined, and many people greeted him. Zhao Siwei leaned against the pavilion, yawning, and occasionally opened his eyes to see if Zhang Zhan was there.

If you're still here, then keep your eyes closed.

Zhang Zhan was catching dragonflies with a friend he knew when he suddenly sensed a strange gaze. He turned around and found a well-dressed middle-aged man looking at him and even walking towards him.

The companion, Hei Suo, said, "This is His Highness Prince Fan."

Zhang Zhan looked up at him, and his head was patted.

Many people had touched his head before, but at this moment, a feeling of resistance spread through him. It wasn't until the fingers traced his cheek that he took two steps back and said somewhat fearfully, "I'm going to find Zhao Jiu."

Zhang Zhan rushed to Zhao Siwei's side and shook him awake, "Is that your royal uncle? He touched my head!"

“If you don’t want anyone to touch you, just open your hand and let them touch your head. Whoever it is, they’re not going to touch your head for no reason. They must be seriously ill,” Zhao Siwei turned to look at Fan Wang. “Stay away from him.”

Is he a bad person?

"I don't know, but the reputation isn't good." Zhao Siwei straightened the hairband on her head. "Are you still going to watch? If not, let's go eat."

Zhang Zhan tugged at Zhao Siwei's sleeve and turned to look in the direction of Prince Fan.

Gone, vanished...

"What are you afraid of? I said I'd protect you, and I will. You're my follower, can't you act a little more imposing!" Zhao Siwei hooked his arm around Zhang Zhan's shoulder. "Look at other people's study companions, chatting and laughing, getting along with everyone. And look at you, sigh..."

As night fell, the palace maids served fruit and wine.

Zhao Siwei felt dizzy after drinking some, and he also drank some, but Consort Xian said that it wouldn't make him drunk and that he would wake up soon, so she told the two of them to go to the small room next door to sleep.

He wasn't drunk, just a little dizzy, so he and Zhao Siwei staggered out.

Suddenly, someone covered her mouth and picked her up.

He struggled, making muffled noises, as if afraid someone would kill Zhao Siwei.

He was then thrown onto a carriage and carried into a house.

Someone came in to give him a bath and change his clothes.

Then he got so tired that he actually fell asleep.

He opened his eyes again and felt someone poking his face.

It is Prince Fan.

He screamed in fright, but the prince laughed heartily, constantly poking his face, as if his screams pleased him.

He got up and grabbed a pillow to hit the vassal king.

The prince even asked him to exert some force, which terrified him. He jumped out of bed and tried to leave.

The door was locked, and Fan Wang was walking towards him.

Zhang Zhan could only run.

That was the time in his life when he was most able to run and hide. In the end, he cowered under the bed and saw half of Fan Wang's face appear. A hand reached in, trying to pull him out.

"Good boy, young master, come to your uncle."

Zhang Zhan just kept squeezing himself inside, as if the bed board was his last shield.

He didn't understand anything at the time; his intuition just told him that something bad would happen if he went out.

Moreover, Zhao Siwei also said that Fan Wang has a bad reputation.

Zhang Zhan was so frightened that he cried, but his crying only made Prince Fan even more excited.

Zhang Zhan pouted, feeling the hand that was about to come over, and pushed it away forcefully.

That push led to his arrest.

Zhang Zhan clung to the foot of the bed and kicked it desperately.

Just then, the door was broken open.

"You bastard! How dare you touch my henchman!"

Seeing Zhao Siwei arrive, Zhang Zhan cried even more heartbrokenly.

Zhao Siwei arrived with his guards, then drew his sword and charged forward, shouting, "You dared to bully someone I protect? I'll kill you first, then apologize to my father!"

He said one sentence, then grabbed his knife and chased after Fan Wang, slashing at him once.

Finally, King Fan, unable to run any further, collapsed to the ground and said to Zhao Siwei, who had raised his knife, "Come on, let's see if you dare! I am your father's brother, your royal uncle, and I haven't done anything!"

Zhao Siwei has never been able to be provoked since he was a child; if you do, he'll do anything.

Zhao Siwei raised the knife with both hands and slashed it downwards.

King Fan roared in fright, the blade pointing directly at his crotch.

"I haven't done anything either, Uncle." Zhao Siwei looked at him. "Do you still think I wouldn't dare?"

Then, the Northern Garrison Command came and sealed off the Prince Fan's residence, along with Zhao Sifu.

Zhang Zhan was so frightened that he huddled at the doorway.

A moment later, Zhao Siwei strode out, grabbed his wrist, and said, "Let's go home."

Zhang Zhan wished he could sprout wings and fly away with Zhao Siwei as quickly as possible.

Much later, Zhang Zhan finally understood what he had almost experienced that day, and also understood the consequences of Zhao Siwei's act of killing imperial relatives.

He asked Zhao Siwei.

Zhao Siwei simply asked, "If I were the one getting arrested, would you come?"

Zhang Zhan nodded, "Yes, I'll definitely go, even if it means going through fire and water."

"That settles it then. Have you eaten? If you have, have one with me."

**

Zhang Zhan buried his head in his arms, "Your mother wanted to kill me, didn't she?"

Zhao Siwei: "You should take a rest first."

Zhang Zhan: "They want to kill me."

Zhao Siwei: "..."

Zhang Zhan: "She thinks I'm useless to you now. I'm really grateful to her for being willing to drug me instead of..."

Zhao Siwei: "..."

Zhang Zhan: "Although my grandfather and grandmother are not dead, your mother wanted to kill three people. You have helped me a lot over the years, so I can let it go this time, but I won't let it go. If your mother does anything to the Marquis's family again, I will settle all my old and new scores with her."

This was the Zhang Zhan he knew—a man who held grudges and sought revenge.

Zhao Siwei said, "I'm going out for some fresh air," and then got up and left.

**

Hot Spring Resort.

Hearing the knocking on the window and seeing Tingyao return, Meng** burst into tears.

Meng let out a couple of mournful cries, hugging Tingyao who had climbed in, "Do you know what I went through? Your second aunt and your sister both came looking for you, but I told them I wanted to sleep and got angry, and that's when they left."

Tingyao patted her back and said, "You've worked so hard, you have worked so hard," and added, "You have no idea what I've been through."

Meng** stopped feigning tears and asked, "I heard that the Marquis's manor sent people to the estate last night. What's the matter?"

"What do you think could make Zhang Zhan brave the wind and snow to leave?"

Meng** had only one thought in his mind: "The banquet has started? Why is it starting so early?"

Tingyao hummed in agreement.

Meng**: "Then what are you going back for?"

Tingyao felt there was nothing to hide, so she told them that she had protected Old Madam Zhang and Old Master Zhang.

"So, Zhang Zhan owes you a favor?" Meng** shook his head after saying that, his hair practically standing on end in frustration. "Then, what about the rest of the plot? Isn't Zhang Zhan going to become enemies with Zhao Siwei?"

Tingyao said, "The system said that as long as we survive to the finale, we can be resurrected."

This is a key point that is easily overlooked, because the plot completion was added later.

"Then, how will Xu Tutu marry Zhao Siwei? How will Zhao Siwei ascend the throne? And what about our characters' paths? Won't they be completely altered?"

Tingyao looked at her and said, "When I came back, I kept thinking about whether or not to tell you. I was afraid that if I didn't tell you, you would think I wasn't being honest. But if I did tell you, I was afraid you would ask me why I did it."

"I won't ask you why. I only need to know about your affairs. Anyway, I know that you won't hurt me no matter what you do." Meng warmed her hands, rubbing Tingyao's cold hands. "Was it cold on the way? Do you want to take a bath and take a nap? This weather is perfect for sleeping."

Tingyao hummed in agreement.

Meng**: "Even if the sky falls, it will only happen after we return to Beijing. Anyway, we're not the main characters. If things get really bad, we can just stay at home and survive until the end. That's how we win."

As she spoke, Meng smiled knowingly, "At first, I thought you were a bit cold-blooded, with that indifferent look that said it was their fate, that it was all predetermined. I didn't dare to help you, afraid of upsetting you. Then you started talking to me about the butterfly effect."

"I did change quite a few things about the Ji family."

"It's all a small matter. You know that marrying into that family is like entering a fire pit, how could you not help? It's harmless. Since we're here, this is where we live. You can't help but sympathize with us. So, that damn system probably just wants us to stay here."

Meng poured her tea, saying, "Look, we both have pretty high status here, and it would be great to live a life of wealth and comfort. Of course, it would be even better if we could go back."

Tingyao gazed at her for a moment.

"Never mind what I'm saying, I'm going to be with you anyway." Meng** wrapped her arms around Tingyao from behind. "We're going to be best friends forever."

"Cherish these few days of peace, things will probably change when we get back."

Tingyao then said.

Now, the question is whether Zhang Zhan will remain the tenth prince or the heir apparent after the storm passes.

It wasn't until the eighth day that the snow lessened a bit, and the servants quickly cleared a path so that those who were in a hurry to get back could go first.

Tingyao returned on the tenth day.

At the city gate, many carriages were stuck in traffic.

Tingyao and Meng** were peering out the window.

In the distance, Zhang Zhan was dressed in plain clothes, completely different from his usual luxurious attire, and looked much more haggard.

Zhao Siwei was talking to him.

Tingyao lowered the curtain.

It seems that Zhang Zhan was sent to handle the disaster relief, and Zhao Siwei came to see him off.

Back at the Ji family home, Madam Yang, knowing about the Marquis's affairs, personally visited again. The young ladies, exhausted, went back to rest and sleep.

Tingyao felt the bed curtains being lifted.

She exclaimed in surprise, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Zhao Siwei sitting next to her, emanating a cold aura.

"Your Highness, let me sleep for a while. I'm not used to sleeping in different beds."

Zhao Siwei said, "My mother and Prince Fan have been in private dealings. I don't know what kind of deal they made, but my mother can use Prince Fan's power."

Tingyao: "You're not angry about this, are you? Could it be that the deal is to send Zhang Zhan over there? The Zhang Zhan who was young was ignorant, and the Zhang Zhan who is now burned down his house."

Zhao Siwei said, "Prince Fan has no son. My mother promised him that if he supports me to ascend the throne, she will adopt Zhang Zhan as his son and give him all the military power of the Marquis's mansion."

Upon hearing the words "military power," Tingyao immediately sat up.

"Does Prince Fan intend to rebel?" Tingyao asked.