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

Chapter 71

Zhang Zhan thought Zhao Siwei hadn't heard him clearly, so he raised his voice, "I said, can we make a move against the Crown Prince today, at least let him know that you have the ability to do so? Isn't Empress Yan always causing you trouble?"

The rain danced on the leaves, and flashes of lightning occasionally appeared in the thick, dark clouds. Thunder roared, and the rain intensified.

Zhao Siwei twirled the white jade thumb ring on his hand, his eyes gleaming in the rain.

"Empress Yan has always regarded me as a thorn in her side. Today, she has already made a move against Prince Fan. If she makes a move against the Crown Prince as well, she will only bring trouble upon herself."

If Prince Fan gets into trouble, the Emperor will definitely suspect his arm.

Those who acted today were all people who grew up with him. The hunt could have been unexpected, and they were responsible for their own lives. Every year, King Fan would still go deep into the forest to meet the leopards and tigers.

Even the best of us make mistakes; every horse stumbles. It's all just an accident.

He has no wife or children, so who in the Prince Fan's mansion can cause trouble?

A godson?

Becoming someone's godson is just for survival, isn't it?

As long as he gives me enough benefits, I'll become his adopted younger brother.

Even if the matter of Prince Fan is resolved, it will still anger the Empress Dowager.

Seeing that Zhao Siwei remained unmoved, Zhang Zhan simply reached out and tugged at him, "Did you hear what I said?"

"I didn't hear you, say it again."

Zhang Zhan: "..."

"I said, let's teach Zhao Sicong a lesson."

Zhao Siwei: "For example?"

A sly glint flashed in Zhang Zhan's eyes. "For example, we could pin the blame for Prince Fan's death on him."

Zhao Siwei thought it was inappropriate, saying, "This matter is not suitable to be blown out of proportion; don't do anything reckless."

Zhang Zhan: "The death of Prince Fan is a big deal. Although you arranged it well, everyone knows that this is just a whitewash from the royal family. People will always be curious about how he died."

Zhang Zhan also had his own concerns.

Zhao Fucang now likes Zhao Siwei. Even if he suspects that he was responsible for the death of Prince Fan, he probably won't say much. After all, Prince Fan has caused Zhao Fucang a lot of suffering for many years.

But what about the future? You can't see the back of someone's head. Who knows if Zhao Siwei will do something to annoy Zhao Fucang in the future? Will today's incident become the knife that kills Zhao Siwei?

Zhao Siwei: "You're overthinking it. Father Emperor only has me and the Crown Prince as his two sons now. As long as the Yan family exists, I can live. My role is to tell the Yan family that they have other options, so let's not make things too ugly for each other."

There was a hint of sarcasm in his words.

Zhang Zhan: "Then we should teach the Crown Prince a lesson, and your father will be happy too."

Seeing the look Zhao Siwei gave him, he asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You seem to be on steroids every day, so I might as well send you to the army."

"I'm not going." Zhang Zhan simply walked inside, found a rock to sit on, rested his chin on his hands, and looked like he was saying, "Think about it, let's see what you come up with."

Zhao Siwei chuckled, "What are you so angry about? I'm warning you, don't you dare mess around."

Zhang Zhan: "Reckless? You've done this to me..." He didn't want to say any more, but it was impossible not to be angry. He turned to the side, propped his chin up, and stared into space.

"Sorry, he won't take the bait without you." Zhao Siwei stepped forward and bent down in front of him. "Just this once, or else you can curse me a few times, or hit me a few times?"

Zhang Zhan knew very well that Zhao Siwei killed the Prince of Fan primarily because of him.

As long as Prince Fan is alive, there will always be a pair of eyes on him, eyes that could cause him trouble at any moment.

Zhao Siwei felt that nothing had probably happened, but it must have frightened Zhang Zhan and disgusted him.

Otherwise, how could this person have brought down the knife so swiftly?

At this point, Zhang Zhan was not yet capable of killing people himself.

He might say he wants to kill someone, but he's always using others to do his dirty work. More often than not, he'll corner someone and force them to kneel at his feet and give him what he wants.

Well, Zhang Zhan has both good and bad points now.

Zhang Zhan, now corrupted, becomes even more ruthless.

Zhang Zhan still possesses kindness and conscience.

"Prince Fan said that he has no children because of your father, the Emperor, and the Empress Dowager."

Zhao Siwei was a little surprised, "But what does this have to do with you?"

Just because you can't have children, does that mean you have to ruin someone else's child?

Zhao Siwei saw the disgust in Zhang Zhan's eyes, "Because you are the most handsome and capable son of the Emperor."

“That’s because you’re hiding your true abilities,” Zhang Zhan said, pointing at him. “You can fool others, but you can’t fool me.”

He knows everything that Zhao Siwei knows.

He learned some things from Zhao Siwei, who taught him personally.

Zhao Siwei smiled, saw the blood flowing from his hand, and took out a handkerchief. "You're overthinking it. Actually, I'm not very capable, and I'm quite lazy."

In Tingyao's words.

He's been winning by doing nothing his whole life.

They are people favored by God.

"Do you want to be the emperor?"

Zhao Siwei sighed deeply as he heard the topic being discussed again.

"Okay, okay, I know you don't want to continue this conversation." Zhang Zhan was afraid he would get angry.

“If you can only survive by sitting on it, then I will fight for it.”

For a moment, Zhang Zhan thought he had gone deaf, but then his eyes lit up.

Zhao Siwei reached out and touched Zhang Zhan's head, patting it gently. "I won't die."

Zhang Zhan was simply afraid that he was dead.

“Look, I even dared to kill the Prince of Fan, what else wouldn’t I dare to do?” Zhao Siwei said, “I was wrong today, but if I had to do it all over again, I would still make the same choice.”

This is a cruel statement, but it's true.

Zhang Zhan: "He didn't do anything to me, it's nothing."

Zhao Siwei's gaze fell on his neck. "What happened to your neck?"

It's starting to bleed.

Zhang Zhan: "I wasn't scared at the time. I thought that even if I died, I couldn't let him get his way." As he spoke, he spat fiercely, "You bastard, if you like men, go find someone who is willing to be with you. Come see me! I don't believe that there aren't any good ones in this brothel."

“No, there really isn’t.” Zhao Siwei lifted his chin and looked at his wound, which was just a shallow cut the size of a fingernail. He felt around on his body and found several ointments.

"What do you mean?" Zhang Zhan was stunned. "You, you, you..."

Zhao Siwei said, "Let me be honest with you, Meng** doesn't like you, she likes your face. So I thought I'd find someone like you. I thought it wouldn't be difficult, but it turned out to be incredibly difficult."

“Zhong Youling was chosen based on you. She only looks a little bit like you. I dressed her up a lot.”

Zhang Zhan: ...

"So you can be very confident in your appearance, which is really rare; no two people are the same."

"Aren't you worried about money? I'll take you somewhere else, find you a small restaurant and you can work there. I think there are definitely quite a few men and women willing to go bankrupt for your face."

If anyone else had made that joke, Zhang Zhan would have been furious.

Zhang Zhan said coldly, "I think the Ninth Prince is also very handsome. Why don't you go?"

"What are you saying? Do you think I'd let you go alone? We'll go together." Zhao Siwei finished applying the medicine to him. "Are you still going to get it? If not, let's go back."

Zhang Zhan: "I want to win."

Zhao Siwei: "It's hard to say for sure. The Crown Prince also wants to win."

"Why do you think he wants to win?" Zhang Zhan suddenly asked.

Zhao Siwei shrugged, indicating that he didn't care.

"Besides, he wanted to win from the very beginning. Do you think he was trying to win over your aunt?"

Zhao Siwei blinked.

"You know that the Crown Prince is very annoyed with your little aunt, and you've seen it for yourself."

Zhang Zhan naturally knew this.

Although Zhao Sicong is a junior, she is indeed older than Zhao Fu'er. In her eyes, her aunt is just a child.

The key issue is that her own father actually asked her to help take care of the child, but he showed utter disdain and refused in every way.

"If he had known when he was a child that your aunt could help him so much now, he would have been extremely eager to curry favor with her. What would have happened between us?"

Zhang Zhan muttered something.

Zhao Siwei said, "Then let's go."

"Go where?" Zhang Zhan asked, puzzled.

“I’ll help you win, didn’t you want to win?” Zhao Siwei stood up and grabbed Zhang Zhan. “At this time, all the animals are taking shelter from the rain, making it the perfect time to wipe them out in one fell swoop.”

Zhang Zhan: "Then you go, I'm not going. It's raining so hard, he won't go."

Zhao Siwei shook his head, grabbed him, and said, "You have no credibility with me, I'm afraid of you. Let's go, let's go together."

Zhang Zhan: ...

"I'm not going, I'm not going!"

What could he do in such heavy rain?

Zhao Siwei refused, "Let's go together, what are you afraid of? If you get sick, I'll take care of you!"

Zhang Zhan was no match for him and was dragged into the rain.

The rain didn't stop.

Zhao Siwei led Zhang Zhan out, who was sneezing, and they had quite a lot of things.

Zhao Sicong had quite a few, but Zhao Siwei was too lazy to go see him; he simply sent someone to find a doctor.

When Zhao Fu'er entered, she saw Zhang Zhan wrapped in a quilt, Zhao Siwei feeding him medicine, and Da Shu holding a bowl of honey water beside him.

Zhang Zhan's face was flushed; he must have a fever.

Zhao Fu'er stepped forward and wiped her face, realizing she was overthinking it.

It's not a fever, it's just that you're wrapped in too many blankets.

Zhang Zhan kept sneezing, and the medicine in Zhao Siwei's hand was sneezed onto his hand. He silently closed his eyes.

"What did you take him to do?" Zhao Fu'er used a handkerchief to wipe Zhang Zhan's nose. "This kid isn't fully recovered yet, and you still dared to take him out in the rain?"

No matter what happened, in Zhao Fu'er's eyes, Zhang Zhan was just a younger brother who needed to be taken care of.

Moreover, Zhang Zhan looked even more adorable when he was sick.

Zhao Siwei: "I didn't do anything."

He was just joking.

I just felt the cave wasn't a good place, so I took Zhang Zhan to another place to take shelter from the rain. As a result, we got caught in the rain for a while and then something happened.

Zhang Zhan simply lay down on the pillow; his nose was blocked.

"I feel dizzy, I want to sleep, and I'm a little cold."

Zhao Siwei asked someone to bring a quilt, and Zhao Fu'er asked someone to bring a charcoal brazier and a hot water bottle to put under the quilt.

Zhang Zhan seemed about to speak, but Zhao Siwei patted him on the shoulder and said, "Go to sleep."

Zhang Zhan fell asleep very quickly.

When Zhao Fu'er told him to leave, Zhao Siwei said, "He won't wake up once he falls asleep, and besides, I've already told him that."

He told Zhao Fu'er everything that had happened recently.

Zhao Fu'er was stunned, and almost stopped breathing.

Her gaze fell on Zhang Zhan's sleeping face. "Then, now..."

“He is my grandfather now,” Zhao Siwei said earnestly.

Zhao Fu'er: "..."

My biological grandfather? This really is my biological grandfather.

"You're really amazing."

For Zhang Zhan, he abandoned his mother and even killed Prince Fan.

Zhao Fu'er suddenly felt a little fortunate that she had never offended Zhang Zhan.

She even had a good relationship with Zhang Zhan.

"Then, what about the Crown Prince?"

Zhao Fu'er felt that asking the question was unnecessary.

In a sense, the Crown Prince also helped Zhao Siwei take good care of Zhang Zhan.

"So what's your next step?"

"Now it all depends on what outcome Father Emperor desires," Zhao Siwei said. "How is it going now?"

“Fan Wang has a history of going in and not coming out for a day or two, so nothing has happened yet.”

Zhao Siwei nodded.

Zhao Fu'er then asked, "What if your father doesn't accept this explanation?"

"So, is he going to target me, or the Crown Prince?" Zhao Siwei was also very direct. "Right now, I've figured out my father's intentions; he doesn't know me well enough."

Zhao Fu'er remained silent.

"By the way, I won, or the Crown Prince won."

“Crown Prince,” Zhao Fu’er said, “he took that hairpin and gave it to his mother. I even asked him to give it to me, but he didn’t even look at me. That scoundrel!”

Zhao Siwei said, "I need to keep an eye on Zhang Zhan now. If you have time, go and get closer to the Crown Prince."

"Why shouldn't I want it?" Zhao Fu'er gave Zhao Sicong a cold look. "Whose little aunt is like me? In his eyes, I'm just a little kid."

“This is obvious. He’s older than all three of us, so naturally he’s just a kid. But right now, you should be someone he really wants to win over. Trust me, as long as you say those words, the hairpin will be back soon.”

The hairpin touched Zhao Fu'er's heart.

Zhao Siwei sensed that something was wrong with Zhang Zhan and noticed that he was sweating.

"Zhang Zhan?"

Zhao Fu'er leaned closer. "Did you have a nightmare?" She looked at Zhang Zhan, who was trembling. "What did you dream about?"

"A-Zhan?" Zhao Siwei shook him, trying to get him up.

Then, Zhang Zhan suddenly opened his eyes.

Then I sat down and started breathing heavily.

"What's wrong with you?" Zhao Fu'er was terrified. "Imperial Physician! Go and get the Imperial Physician!"

“I…I…” Zhang Zhan looked at Zhao Siwei, “I dreamt, I dreamt that I killed you, chased after you to kill you, right here, right here at the winter hunt…”

Zhao Siwei was struck by lightning.

Why did Zhang Zhan dream of his past life again...?

Zhang Zhan was in great pain, clutching his head as if it were about to explode.

"It was a dream. You said it was a dream, so it must be fake. Zhao Jiu was wrong today, so your desire to kill him is all fake."

Zhang Zhan felt that dream was so real.

The Zhang Zhan in my dream was terrifying; he looked exactly like me.

He looked at his hands.

It was this hand that gripped the long sword and the small bow and crossbow, and killed Zhao Siwei.

He didn't like this kind of dream.

I hate it.

Zhao Siwei's face was extremely stiff.

The imperial physician also arrived, and after taking her pulse, he said she was simply frightened.

Zhao Siwei used the excuse of escorting the imperial physician to leave.

In the heavy rain, Tingyao was embroidering.

She specifically asked Ji Chunhe for advice, and she wanted to give Meng**xiu a crossbody bag.

A voice called out, "Miss, the master has arrived."

Tingyao looked up at the wet person and listened to what he said.

"Zhang Zhan seems to have remembered many things from his previous life."