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

Silence fell. In the previous life, there was no scene of Prince Fan recognizing Zhang Zhan. If there had been, it wouldn't have ended up like this...

What exactly does this King Fan want to do?

There must be some connection.

Prince Fan enjoys bullying men and women, but in his previous life, knowing that Zhang Zhan was already a prince, and even the younger brother of Emperor Zhao Siwei who insisted on keeping him alive, why did he still dare to take such a gamble?

"How did you deal with Prince Fan in your past life?"

“I didn’t kill him. He did contribute to my ascension to the throne. In the end, despite the pressure from the previous dynasty and my mother, I deposed him and imprisoned him in the palace.”

"I killed him before I knew I was going to die."

After listening, Tingyao was silent for a moment, then asked, "What if your mother made him do this?"

"What's the meaning?"

Tingyao said seriously, "Your mother wanted to kill Zhang Zhan in the palace, and the person she used was given to her by Prince Fan. So, we can infer, or even assume, that Prince Fan knew Zhang Zhan's identity, whether Zhang Zhan knew when he was nine years old or only now. In any case, with Prince Fan doing this, His Majesty will have reservations even if he wants to acknowledge Zhang Zhan back."

"The people His Majesty had the Bai family find were most likely those who could verify Zhang Zhan's identity. Perhaps His Majesty was aware of what happened that night, or he must have found out through some means."

"Whether His Majesty hates Luozhu or not, he has few children, the Crown Prince is a bit stupid, Empress Yan's family has always wanted to seize power, and you, on the other hand, have the ability but have never wanted to compete for it. At this time, all His Majesty can do is to push you a little, but with your personality, pushing you will only make things worse."

"So if he knew that there was a prince right under his nose, someone he had watched grow up and who, by some twist of fate, grew up alongside the prince and received the same education, then it would be impossible for him not to be tempted."

"Therefore, he needs to be certain, in a way that he approves of."

“In His Majesty’s eyes, you are a son, and Zhang Zhan can also be a son, but he must be a true blood relative.”

"The question now is, just how much does His Majesty want this son?"

If Prince Fan were to truly recognize Zhang Zhan as his son, then...

Therefore, Zhao Siwei would definitely be unwilling, and Zhang Zhan would definitely cause trouble.

In this way, wouldn't Zhao Siwei be willing to fight for it?

No, from the moment Zhao Siwei learned of Fan Wang's thoughts, he already harbored the desire to fight.

The same was true in his previous life; the catalyst that ignited Zhao Siwei's ambition to seize power was always Zhang Zhan.

It's also in the original book.

Tingyao clenched her fists inch by inch, feeling as if fate had somehow brought the main storyline back to her.

"Alright, there's always a way out," Zhao Siwei said, then looked at Tingyao, "Can I ask you a question?"

Tingyao said yes.

"Then I'll ask."

Zhao Siwei's expression became much more serious. "Who are you?"

Tingyao asked, puzzled, "What do you mean?"

"Are you Ji Tingyao?" Zhao Siwei asked.

Tingyao tilted her head, then nodded. "Yeah, what's wrong?"

"What I mean is, are you really Ji Tingyao, the eldest daughter of the Ji family?" Zhao Siwei asked again.

Tingyao's heart seemed to stop for a moment. "Otherwise what? What are you talking about?"

“If you lie, you’ll have to lie forever.” Zhao Siwei paused. “The first Ji Tingyao I saw when I came back in this life was completely different from the Ji Tingyao I know now. The Ji Tingyao who made me posthumously honor Xu Tutu in my previous life was also different from the Ji Tingyao I know later.”

Zhang Zhan's words made him think carefully.

It's as if the Ji Tingyao in front of you is just an empty shell, and inside is another person.

Tingyao's expression stiffened. "Zhao Siwei, do you know what you're saying?"

"I don't know, I just said whatever came to mind." Zhao Siwei held Tingyao's hand. "Will you ever leave me in this lifetime?"

Just as Tingyao was about to speak, Zhao Siwei added, "Will you still make me emperor, and will you still make Xu Tutu your empress?"

Tingyao grasped his hand in return, took a step forward, and looked up at him. "Then look at me and see what's wrong with me? You've come back in this life and aren't meeting the same person you met in your past life, so naturally you'll feel like a stranger. Now take a good look at yourself, do you still feel like a stranger?"

Zhao Siwei looked into her eyes and simply held her in his arms.

"If I were still the same as in my previous life, would I still save Zhang Zhan's grandfather and grandmother? Maybe I would instruct Zhong Youling to poison Zhang Zhan as well."

Zhong Youling was also in charge of Zhang Zhan's herbal medicine.

"I'm sorry," Zhao Siwei said. "I'm just a little anxious. Having lived a second life, I want to figure out everything I didn't understand in my previous life. You might think that I should plan ahead and take the initiative because I know a lot about what will happen."

But he just wanted to figure everything out.

“I won’t die, and nothing will happen to me,” Zhao Siwei said. “You’ve forgotten, whenever I really want to do something, God is on my side.”

Tingyao naturally remembered.

This is the protagonist's halo.

However, by the same logic, Xu Tutu also has this female lead halo.

Xu Tutu's forehead looks much better this time.

Tingyao returned to her tent, tidied up, and went to bed.

The night grew deeper.

"Miss, miss..."

Tingyao felt someone shaking her; it was the sound of the Awakening of Insects.

"what happened?"

Jingzhe said, "His Majesty summoned Zhang Zhan, and the Ninth Prince has been placed under guard."

Tingyao sat up, quickly clearing her mind.

Where is Prince Fan?

"His Majesty did not call him Prince Fan."

Tingyao breathed a sigh of relief. "Then don't panic. Tell the Ninth Prince not to panic. Zhang Zhan isn't stupid."

Despite saying that, Tingyao was completely unable to sleep.

Jingzhe fetched her a cloak, asking, "Did I disturb the young lady?"

“You did a great job.” Tingyao asked her to sit down next to her.

It was she who instructed Jingzhe to immediately inform her of anything concerning Zhao Siwei.

Jingzhe sat down beside her, and Tingyao said, "Since you can't sleep anyway, tell me about General Zhao Siwei and Zhang Zhan."

Jingzhe: "What does the young lady want to hear?"

"Tell us something you find interesting. What kind of person is Zhao Siwei in your minds?"

"In the hearts of us servants, His Highness is like a Buddha. He doesn't care about anything and doesn't value anything. He himself said that he is already a prince, so what else could he be dissatisfied with? He has everything he wants and is happier than many people."

"He's very good to us too. Whenever he gets something good, if Zhang Zhan doesn't like it, he gives it all to us."

Once Zhang Zhan was mentioned, Jingzhe really got into the conversation.

"It was only when Zhang Zhan arrived that the Ninth Prince regained some energy, and his nonchalant attitude vanished instantly. We all say that he will definitely be a good father in the future, taking care of Zhang Zhan will be almost like taking care of his own son."

Tingyao asked, "After Zhang Zhan turned nine, how did your master treat him?"

Jingzhe was unaware of the details, but she knew that Zhao Siwei had gone to Prince Fan's residence to retrieve his sword. "The Ninth Prince forbade Zhang Zhan from going alone anymore and found him a guard. No servants accompanied him, but the young master still preferred to walk by himself. He said he was used to it."

"What does Your Highness usually do?" Tingyao asked.

"I just sleep in the room. Except when no one is practicing martial arts, when I go to His Majesty to listen to the government, or when I go out for a stroll with ***, I don't go out."

"So how did you manage to follow him?" Tingyao asked.

Jingzhe: "All princes are required to observe government affairs, but the Ninth Prince observes government affairs at the Northern Garrison Command. It is said that because there are too few princes, the princes are allowed to choose for themselves. The Crown Prince chose the Ministry of Revenue at that time."

Tingyao chuckled softly.

Therefore, Zhao Siwei was quite clever, and he even used the observation of politics to test Zhao Fucang's bottom line.

"How does Consort Xian treat Zhang Zhan?"

Jingzhe: "Just like with His Highness, whatever His Highness has, he prepares for the young master."

The tone shifted again, "But recently, it seems that Her Highness has quarreled with Master and the Young Master, and she's been giving them the cold shoulder. It was Master who told Her Highness not to come to the winter hunt this time."

No wonder.

In her previous life, Consort Xian was present at this winter hunt, but Zhao Siwei had prevented her from coming.

The two chattered on and on, and the candlelight slowly melted away.

Meanwhile, in Zhao Fucang's tent on the other side.

Zhao Fucang looked at Zhang Zhan kneeling on the ground and said, "You're just going to kneel like this, aren't you going to say anything to me?"

Zhang Zhan didn't want to kneel either.

"You've been kneeling for an hour. Are you trying to send the Ninth Prince to cause trouble for me?"

Zhao Fucang glanced at him.

As Zhang Zhan's father, he knew very well how much Zhao Siwei cherished him. In any case, every time Zhao Siwei caused trouble over the years, it was always to stand up for Zhang Zhan.

On the contrary, he himself was the one who got messed with, but he didn't seem to care. He figured he wouldn't die, he'd just get a few words said about him.

Zhang Zhan could no longer kneel. Even with a thick blanket on the ground, kneeling for so long still made him feel cold.

But what could he say?

Zhao Fucang only asked him if he had anything to say.

What does he want to explain?

He did want to explain that Consort Xian wanted to kill his grandparents.

but.

Once you tell the truth, you can't hide anything anymore.

"Get up," Zhao Fucang gestured, "come sit here."

Zhang Zhan: "I'd better kneel."

Zhao Fucang's gaze swept over his face. "Do you know Luozhu?"

Zhang Zhan: "I don't know."

“Then let me tell you,” Zhao Fucang said. “She is a good friend of Consort Xian, the only daughter of a bookstore owner, and her mother is a dancer who teaches people to dance. So she is very beautiful. You are considered very ugly next to her.”

"I am a man." Zhang Zhan also had his pride; he would still be unhappy if people kept calling him ugly.

"Okay, in short, she's very beautiful. Her family had some trouble, so she came to the capital to ask Consort Xian for help. Consort Xian asked her to come to the palace to accompany her, but she didn't help her solve the problem. Do you know why?"

Zhang Zhan shook his head.

"She displeased me at the time, and it was your mother, Luozhu, who helped her regain favor."

"Then, Consort Xian became pregnant, and I learned about what happened in Luozhu's family. Fearing that Consort Xian would worry, I lent a helping hand. It was just a matter of saying a few words."

"But Consort Xian became jealous. What did she do? She drugged Luo Zhu. I slept with her, but I was drunk at the time and didn't know clearly. I thought it was Consort Xian."

“Luozhu was pregnant and was hidden in the palace by Consort Xian. When I found out, I realized that Luozhu’s constitution was different from that of ordinary people. At that time, the imperial physician said that if she aborted the child, she might not survive. So, I said that I would make her a Noble Lady, but she refused and said that she was willing to give birth to the child and let Consort Xian raise it.”

“I will not force her anymore. I told Consort Xian that the Empress Dowager found out and thought that Luo Zhu was a witch who had bewitched me. She said that we should first tell the public that Luo Zhu had been given an abortion drug, and then let her go to the Imperial Estate to recuperate. I agreed.”

Hearing Zhang Zhan's completely different explanation from Zhang Ruizhe's, Zhang Zhan straightened up considerably.

"After Consort Xian gave birth to a prince, I secretly went to the Imperial Estate to see Luozhu. I wanted to ask her again if she wanted to become my concubine, but she refused. So I asked her if she had any wishes. Luozhu only said that she hoped that if Consort Xian made a foolish mistake in the future, I would forgive her once."

"When Consort Xian found out that I had left the palace to visit Luozhu, she plotted to kill me. Luozhu met the then-Lady of the Marquis of Pingyang at the imperial estate and concealed everything, fabricating a new set of lies. In the end, as you should know, a great fire occurred."

“You were born at the same time as the real heir of the Marquis of Pingyang, but the real heir had a birthmark while you did not. The midwife knew she was in big trouble and ran away.”

"Lord Zhang, Old Madam Zhang was the first to arrive at the villa. She noticed something amiss and suspected you weren't of the Marquis's bloodline. However, she felt enough had already died that night, so she took you back with her."

At this point, Zhang Zhan finally spoke, "What do you mean?"

"So, you mean I already knew who you were?" Zhao Fucang said. "Otherwise, would you really have believed that just because the Ninth Prince said a few words, I would have given you the same treatment as a prince?"

"The year you had the accident when you were nine, the old Marquis came to the palace late at night and told me all this. I then sent people to search for the survivors of that night, and we only found them now."

"Didn't you notice that at palace banquets after you turned nine, you were always seated right under my nose? The Ninth Prince did sit next to you, but there were times when he wasn't around, and you were always seated not far from me. Why do you think that is?"

Zhang Zhan's mind was buzzing.

"Now you say it yourself, a few days ago you suddenly entered the palace and then disappeared with the Ninth Prince. Although you two said you went out in a carriage the next day, I don't know what happened. I don't listen to anyone else, I only listen to you."

It refers to the night of the blizzard.

Zhang Zhan: "What does Your Majesty think I should say? Or rather, what does Your Majesty want to hear me say?"

"It depends on what you want to say, and what you want me to believe," Zhao Fucang said. "I can see that you don't want to compete with the Ninth Prince, and you despise the position of prince. I owe you and your mother a lot, and I can't repay your mother. I always want to make it up to you."

Zhang Zhan: "Is Bixi asking me what kind of compensation I want?"

Zhao Fucang said, "If I think your compensation is too much, then you must do something to satisfy me before I will grant your request."

"I have no demands of Your Majesty, I only hope that Your Majesty will not send me to the hands of Prince Fan. Your Majesty should know what happened when I was nine years old."

"Now that Prince Fan is insisting on killing your son, tell me, what am I supposed to do?"

Zhang Zhan propped himself up on his knees. "It's simple, Your Majesty, just take care of him."