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

Zhao Siwei pondered for a moment, "If he wants to seize the throne, what does it have to do with my father?"

"Who knows?" Tingyao said. "Then why did Prince Fan choose you? Don't you find that strange?"

The book doesn't explain why at all; it only states that the setting is like this: the vassal king helped Zhao Siwei, and did so wholeheartedly.

"To put it another way, if Prince Fan is really just looking out for Zhang Zhan, he could easily find someone similar." Tingyao paused.

When powerful and wealthy people can't get what they want, they always look for high-quality imitations. But for many years, there has never been a story in the capital about a prince who liked someone who looked exactly like Zhang Zhan.

"Let's put it another way. If a vassal king were to help you throughout your life, would you still want him?" Tingyao asked, summarizing her question.

Having the support of the vassal kings meant having the support of the imperial relatives, which was very important.

The problem now is that Zhao Siwei hasn't broken ties with Zhang Zhan yet, so accepting Fan Wang's help would definitely anger Zhang Zhan.

Tingyao couldn't help but get a headache when she thought about this.

Do you regret reloading the save file?

I don't regret it, but I'm having a headache about what to do.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Siwei cupped her face in his hands. "Have I been bothering you lately?"

"No." Tingyao rubbed her cheek against his palm. "What are you planning to do now? Winter hunting is coming soon."

"Let's wait until the winter hunt."

That means there's no way out.

"How are you and your mother?"

"My mother was so angry she was half dead. She didn't even want to acknowledge me as her son anymore. She thought I was too stupid and was afraid that Zhang Zhan would really take the throne." As Consort Xian spoke, Zhao Siwei looked several years older.

Tingyao comforted her, "At least you know why Zhang Zhan hated you so much in your past life, isn't that good?" Nine times out of ten, the deaths of Zhang Zhan's grandparents in his past life were orchestrated by Consort Xian.

Zhang Zhan would never reconcile with Zhao Siwei because of this hatred.

Your mother killed my family, so what right do you have to call me brother?

Zhao Siwei: "Do you still remember what happened during the winter hunt in your past life?"

Naturally, Tingyao remembered that this was her first time witnessing a large-scale palace coup. There were many different opinions about who the murderer was, and in the end, the author rarely wrote it outright, only saying that it was someone from the Crown Prince's side.

None of that matters; the assassination was only partially successful.

Zhao Fucang was severely injured and his life force was dropping rapidly, leaving him with only five years left. The emperor began to sweep away the remaining forces, and those below him started to panic.

The most anxious one was the Crown Prince, who was eager to interfere in court affairs.

Next came Zhang Zhan, who had regained his status as the Tenth Prince. He took on all the tricky tasks that the Crown Prince dared not handle, as well as the less desirable ones.

Zhao Siwei was serving Zhao Fucang, which he did willingly. At the time, he and Zhao Siwei were not familiar with each other. He appeared in front of Zhao Siwei through Meng**, encouraging him to cheer up and go out and see the world.

The true destiny between the two in their past life was created by her own courage.

Because Zhao Siwei was right next to Zhao Fucang when he was assassinated.

"You said..." Zhao Siwei hesitated for a long time, his eyes filled with unease, "Was Zhang Zhan's behavior after my father's assassination in my past life helping me?"

Tingyao looked at him and asked, "Are you a brother-complex?"

Zhao Siwei hadn't heard of this term before. "Is Zhang Zhan really such a good person in your heart?"

"Good my ass. You can't hit him or scold him. If I could do it again, I would definitely make him get beaten up. It's not worth the trouble."

Tingyao said, "So now, if I argue with Zhang Zhan, whose side will you take?"

"Why are you arguing with him? Just slap him." As she said this, she slapped him. Then Tingyao asked, "Aren't you curious why I hit Zhang Zhan that day?"

I see that none of you are bothered by it, so it must not be a big deal.

There were footsteps outside. Zhao Siwei took her hand and kissed it. "I'm afraid I won't be able to come often before the winter hunt. If anything happens, just have Jingzhe come find me."

Tingyao agreed.

Shishi knocked on the door and said that Yang had arrived.

What is the Yang family coming for?

Wearing an outer robe, Yang looked as if she had just woken up from a nap, her hair somewhat loose.

"What happened?" Tingyao poured him tea.

“Your stepmother’s cousin is here. I think he’s probably here for you.”

"What are you here for?" Tingyao asked.

"What could it be? It's definitely aimed at you. Could it be Ji Anzhi?" Because of Old Madam Ji, Madam Yang paid more attention to Tingyao. "I think you should go stay at the Meng family's house for a few days, or let ** come and stay at our house for a while. That girl is very clever."

Before Tingyao could speak, Ruyi outside said, "The First Madam has sent someone to ask the young lady to go to her courtyard."

Yang clenched her fists, her teeth itching with anger. "See? I told you so!"

"Go tell the First Madam that I have just returned from a long journey and am very tired. I am afraid I cannot go now. Tell her that I will go tomorrow."

Ruyi said, "That's exactly what I replied, but..."

"But what?" Madam Yang was furious. "What kind of stepmother is she? Instead of checking on the child to see if he's been feeling well these past few days, she's rushing to let him see other men. What kind of thoughts are these?"

Madam Yang got up and said, "Good girl, you go to sleep. I'll have my nanny guard the door for you." Then she went out.

I paid my respects early the next morning.

Tingyao glanced at the handsome young man next to Madam Sun and first labeled him as a hypocrite.

“This is my sister’s son, named He Yunqing.”

Ji Anzhi had met this man before. He had gone back to the rented house with Sun and met this cousin a few times. He seemed like a nice person, but what was he doing here?

“He has a job in the capital now, but he hasn’t found a suitable house yet, so he’s staying at our house for a few days,” said Mrs. Sun.

This nephew is quite promising; he's now in the Hanlin Academy, and once he's in the Hanlin Academy, he's on his way to a high position.

Tingyao called out "Cousin" and sat down next to Ji Anzhi.

He Yunqing remained silent, sitting upright and drinking tea, and for a moment the atmosphere became somewhat tense.

Madam Sun: "Yunqing, is your grandmother feeling any better?"

He Yunqing smiled and said, "It's the same old problem; it tends to flare up in winter."

Madam Sun nodded. "It's a good coincidence. Your sister Anzhi knows a miracle doctor who can cure all diseases. Why don't you ask him to introduce you to him?"

Ji Anzhi found it all very strange. "Zhong Youling isn't someone you can't meet. If my cousin is sincerely seeking medical treatment, he will naturally accept the invitation."

She felt that Sun was waiting for her to say that Zhong Youling was introduced by Tingyao, so wasn't this all because of Tingyao?

Moreover, He Yunqing's reputation is truly clean, so why did the Sun family send him?

"It's not like you and Dr. Zhong can meet in person. Waiting for your cousin to deliver the invitation to Dr. Zhong takes up so much time and effort. Why don't you help out and speed things up?"

"It's really no trouble at all," Ji Anzhi nodded. "I'll just say the word. I'm not responsible whether Mr. Zhong goes or not."

After about fifteen minutes, Madam Sun had the two of them show He Yunqing the way around the mansion.

Once outside the courtyard, He Yunqing said, "I know how to get back to my own courtyard. Although I don't know what happened to my two cousins ​​and aunt, I really am just here to stay. Once I find a suitable house in the next few days, I will move out immediately."

Tingyao and Ji Anzhi are both unmarried, and neither is he. She is actually a little afraid that her aunt will arrange a marriage for her.

Tingyao and Ji Anzhi exchanged a glance, neither refusing, but both asked their maids to send them back.

"Tell me, what does 'mother' mean?"

"I don't know, I'm just afraid that by using my cousin here, other unreliable cousins ​​might come in."

Ji Anzhi: "Then you must be careful, sister."

After parting ways with Tingyao, Ji Anzhi went to deliver a message.

Zhong Youling would go back to the outskirts of the city every day to diagnose his wet nurse, and then return to Beijing.

Ji Anzhi sat quietly in the room waiting.

Chunqin said, "This house is so magnificent."

"The land was originally given to the Ninth Prince by the Emperor, and Zhang Zhan built a house on it."

If it's a prince's private residence, then Zhang Zhan paid for every brick and tile. If it's Zhang Zhan's land, then the land belongs to Zhao Siwei.

Therefore, this land is classified as gray area land.

No one dared to investigate, but it was very quiet and very suitable for living, and it was only a quarter of an hour away from the imperial city and the Pingyang Marquis's residence.

Ji Anzhi grew tired of waiting, so she got up and started looking around.

The place was empty when I last came, but now the shelves are full of goods.

Pick up any book at random, and it's covered in dense annotations.

The calligraphy is elegant, just like the feeling Zhong Youling evokes – a graceful bamboo.

At that moment, Zhu Zi ran in, "Why did you come so suddenly? Why didn't you tell me beforehand?"

Ji Anzhi turned around and saw Zhong Youling, who was dirty and smelled strongly of mud and grass. He had a small basket on his back with hoes and other tools inside.

"I'm going to find herbs. There are plenty in the mountains around the capital. Don't worry, just wait for me to change my clothes."

Ji Anzhi: "I'm not in a hurry." She smiled at Zhong Youling, "Why don't you go change your clothes first? People who don't know better will think you went to fight in the underworld last night."

Zhong Youling changed her clothes and came over. "It's almost noon, why don't you stay for lunch?"

Ji Anzhi was surprised to realize that the woman standing next to her had almost finished reading a book. "Okay."

Zhong Youling: "Are you here to ask about your wet nurse? Now, as long as no one drinks the prescription I gave you, there won't be any problems. The medicinal herbs are all simple and easy to find. As for the money, you don't need to pay. His Highness the Ninth Prince gave me a lot."

"I've come to see you today on behalf of my cousin." Ji Anzhi had prepared a long speech in her mind, but when the time came, she was still very direct.

"Your cousin?" Zhong Youling's smile froze for a moment.

Ji Anzhi nodded and explained He Yunqing's situation, "Are you willing to go? You can refuse."

Zhong Youling simply held his teacup and drank his tea. Ji Anzhi pushed the invitation back in front of him and asked, "Are you going?"

Zhong Youling glanced at Ji Anzhi.

This girl is aloof. If this cousin she mentioned wasn't someone very important to her, she definitely wouldn't have come all this way, waited for half a day, and then spoken to him in such a pleading tone.

The servant outside said the food was ready. Should we say it in the front hall or in the warm pavilion next door?

Ji Anzhi said, "Let's go to the side, it's awfully cold here."

There was no charcoal brazier in the room. This wasn't Zhong Youling's usual place for receiving guests; it was more like his study. These ancient books were precious, and Zhong Youling was afraid of damaging or burning them, so he didn't use them. Even when it was cold, he would just hold a hot water bottle.

Ji Anzhi stood up. "What's wrong?"

Zhong Youling, who was beside her, said, "I'm afraid I can't go now. I've been preparing medicine for Miss Xu and Prince Zhang recently. His Highness the Ninth Prince recommended me to go with him, but I have to go to the Imperial Hospital—"

“Then we won’t go,” Ji Anzhi said gently. “We’re too busy to go. You don’t owe me anything; I’m the one who owes you a lot.”

The table was filled with Jiangnan-style dishes, which had a unique flavor. Ji Anzhi suddenly said, "I went to choose jewelry for my older sister earlier and took a liking to two hairpins."

Zhong Youling wasn't in the mood to eat, but she still smiled and said, "Miss Ji has always had good taste."

Just look at the girls coming out of her shop and you'll know.

Ji Anzhi took out a box and opened it somewhat awkwardly, but her usual cold expression didn't make Zhong Youling feel anything was wrong.

Zhong Youling looked at Xiao Xu and said, "This seems to be for men."

"Correct."

Zhong Youling thought of the cousin she mentioned, "Since he's going to the Hanlin Academy on official business, it's better to be refined and elegant. This white jade one is quite nice."

It's a very simple piece, without any extra carvings, just with very good jade quality.

Ji Anzhi said, "I thought you would like this jade pendant. I noticed you like wearing green clothes."

Zhong Youling was still immersed in overwhelming discomfort. "Because Prince Zhang hates me, I accidentally smeared his clothes with mine. His eyes were practically spitting fire. I saw that he didn't have any green clothes, so I had a few more made."

“You are different from Zhang Zhan. Zhang Zhan is very arrogant, while you are calm and approachable.”

Zhong Youling blinked, realizing what she had just said, "It's for me?"

Ji Anzhi nodded, "Thank you for taking the trouble to treat my wet nurse."

Zhong Youling held the white jade hairpin with great fondness, but hearing her words, he felt a pang of sadness.

Indeed, many families in the capital give very valuable thank-you gifts.

“I have never given any hairpins to any other man,” Ji Anzhi said solemnly.

A storm raged in Zhong Youling's heart, and then he was swept away by the waves and died.

Ji Anzhi offered him some food, saying, "Why don't you keep both of them and wear them alternately? Otherwise, I don't know what to do with them."

God knows how she's been hiding this all this time; she's just afraid it'll be discovered.

The first thing Madam Yang did after taking charge of the household affairs was to clean up all the courtyards, giving everyone a chance to prove their innocence.

She was so nervous that she hid the hairpin in her bosom.

Zhong Youling looked at her and said, "I'm just a country doctor."

“You won’t just be a country doctor in the future,” Ji Anzhi said.

She is confident.

Once Zhao Siwei rises to power, Zhong Youling's status will naturally rise as well.

Moreover, she's good at business, and Zhong Youling is good at treating illnesses, so they won't have a bad life.

Zhong Youling stared at Ji Anzhi, the words he had been keeping hidden in his heart finally coming out: "I actually admire Miss Ji very much."

"Many men in the capital admire me."

"But I feel you're different."

"Let's eat, Zhongyouling."

"You don't have to go to Cousin He's house if you don't want to."

"I have nothing to do with him, just remember that."