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

[Ding! Zhao Siwei's current emotional state: 100% anxious]

[Ding! Zhao Siwei's current emotional state: 100% panic]

[Ding! Zhao Siwei's current emotional state: Shocked 100%]

[Ding! Zhao Siwei's current emotional state: 100% Anxious]

[Urgent system reminder: Zhao Siwei's emotions are currently fluctuating greatly. Players are requested to calm him down and avoid provoking him, otherwise it may cause the plot to collapse!]

[WARNING! WARNING! Players are requested to immediately intervene in Zhao Siwei's emotional state, as it is detected that his emotions are gradually deteriorating!]

Tingyao clutched her head, her brows furrowed.

He was surrounded by the sounds of Wuhu 110 police responding to emergencies.

The veins on his forehead were clearly visible, and if you looked closely, you could even see them throbbing.

Cold sweat covered my back.

Tingyao could even feel the beads of sweat sliding down her back.

Compared to the thunder and lightning in his mind, Zhao Siwei's incessant mutterings were equally deadly.

"Why, why would Zhang Zhan dream about his past life?"

"If he dreams about everything, will he become Zhang Zhan from his past life?"

"He will hate me, he will kill me!"

Tingyao rubbed her face.

This is no small matter; it's a major event that will shake the world.

The book "Memory Awakening" completely collapsed.

Who actually has the cheat code?

Tingyao called upon the system in her mind.

"System, system, can we meet?"

"System, system, I admit I was ungrateful last time. Could you tell me about the current situation?"

The system completely ignored it.

Tingyao knew she was grasping at straws in her desperation.

The system completely left her to her own devices.

It's reasonable to suspect that she's just there to pad the workload for the system.

"A-Ting, what should I do?" Zhao Siwei was terrified, truly terrified, her eyes filled with helplessness.

Tingyao: "I think you're just too nervous. It's just a dream, nothing more. Even for Zhang Zhan, it was a terrifying nightmare."

Why would she dream about her past life? How could she explain it clearly?

"Let's not worry about Zhang Zhan dreaming about his past life for now. As long as he dreamed about it and he doesn't want to become like his past life, that's fine."

We still need to offer comfort.

"Do you think this is true?"

“Zhang Zhan dreamt of his death in his previous life, so he will understand that Prince Fan cannot be used.”

"If he dreams that he killed you in a past life and can't accept it, it means he won't let that happen again in this life."

Actually, it's a good thing.

Based on current inferences, Zhang Zhan dreamt about his past life.

Tingyao got up to pour him tea. Outside, the wind was howling and the rain was expected to last for three days.

According to the original book, Zhao Fucang had an accident. A rainstorm caused a mudslide that cut off the road. There wasn't enough medicine, so Zhao Fucang only managed to stay alive. After returning home, his health deteriorated drastically.

Then, the battle for the throne officially began.

This time, it seems unlikely that they can pull apart.

No one has sat down at the table yet.

Zhang Zhan did not turn evil.

"There's one more thing," Zhao Siwei said, glancing at the person who handed her tea. "I killed Prince Fan."

Tingyao: "..."

Very good, very nice.

Tingyao could have foreseen that Zhao Siwei would never choose to trust the Prince of Fan, but she certainly didn't expect him to be killed.

"Because of Zhang Zhan?"

Zhao Siwei hummed in agreement, then shook his head. "Not entirely."

Tingyao saw through it but didn't say anything.

In any case, it must have been Zhang Zhan who made Zhao Siwei truly want to kill.

"What's your plan?" Tingyao asked. "Is it to make it an accident, or to make the Crown Prince take the blame?"

Zhao Siwei: "Don't you find it strange that Father hasn't been assassinated yet?"

Tingyao shrugged.

The book presents this in an open-ended way, without actually assigning it to any specific person.

Zhao Siwei: "I think it's Prince Fan."

Tingyao nodded.

No matter who it is, they can all justify their own explanation.

The Prince of Fan acted because he hated Zhao Fucang and the Empress Dowager. He actually had the ability to sit on the throne, and although he seemed to stay in the capital as a wealthy man, he was actually afraid that if he were released from the capital, he would go to his fiefdom, raise an army, and become powerful, posing a threat to the court.

Zhao Sicong's motives were also quite clear: you didn't treat me like a son, you just wanted me to check the Yan family. Once I became emperor, I could make my own decisions.

It's possible that Zhao Fu'er will take action. Although there's no information about the battles on the front lines, Zhao Fu'er must know the inside story. She might have guessed that she would be sent to a marriage alliance, so it's possible that she would take action. After all, she has the ability to support any prince to become the new emperor. Whoever ascends the throne will receive her favor and will naturally be guaranteed to enjoy great prestige in the capital.

Zhang Zhan would also resort to violence; it's too simple, it's just hatred.

“Prince Fan now holds a very high position in your father’s heart,” Tingyao said calmly.

Zhao Siwei understood that Tingyao was reminding him that this move was a bit dangerous.

Tingyao: "It's late, let's go back."

Zhao Siwei reached out and put his arm around Tingyao, pressing his head against her waist. "I'm just a little scared."

Tingyao patted his head.

It is a silent inquiry.

What are you afraid of?

"I'm afraid I'll be alone again for the rest of my life, and I don't like that feeling."

[Ding! Zhao Siwei's current emotion level: Sadness 100%]

Tingyao said confidently, "No, that won't happen."

You will definitely not be alone in this lifetime.

"Will you leave me?"

As he spoke, a thunderclap sounded, preventing the sound from reaching Tingyao's ears.

Tingyao exclaimed "Ah!" and asked him to say it again.

Zhao Siwei, however, smiled.

Is the timing of the thunder really right?

What, are you telling him not to ask this question?

After a moment of silence, Zhao Siwei got up and left.

Tingyao stood at the entrance of the tent, watching the people disappear into the rainy night.

Zhao Siwei's fear was not unfounded.

If Zhang Zhan continues to recall his past life through dreams...

Zhang Zhan himself didn't believe it, but this would increase Zhao Siwei's mental pressure.

This is not a good thing.

The other end.

When Zhao Fu'er returned to her tent, she heard a guard say, "His Highness the Crown Prince has arrived."

What is Zhao Sicong doing here?

Why come at this time?

Zhao Fu'er entered, and Zhao Sicong was lying on the table, seemingly asleep.

Upon approaching, I found she was indeed sleeping.

"Prince?"

Zhao Sicong's long eyelashes fluttered slightly, then she opened her eyes. "I ate your pre-sleep bird's nest. What is that? Is it something that helps you sleep? I'm so sleepy right now, I can't keep my eyes open even if I've drunk ten jars of wine."

Yes, there are.

Zhao Fu'er began to participate in court affairs, and there were so many eyes watching her that she couldn't tolerate even the slightest mistake.

So she started to get nervous and couldn't sleep.

After Zhong Youling appeared, we treated her well and made sure she got enough sleep. So we gave her some medicine to help her fall asleep.

It is indeed very useful; it ensures she gets a good night's sleep, even if it's light.

However, if this drug is given to others, it's no different from a date rape drug.

"Are you really that hungry?" Zhao Fu'er watched him sniffle, then touched the back of his hand on the table with the back of her hand; it was very cold.

"Don't let me catch a cold from you!"

Zhao Sicong sat up, or rather, curled up in the chair, staring sleepily at Zhao Fu'er.

"Did you know that Zhang Zhan might be the emperor's illegitimate son?"

Zhao Fu'er disliked his tone, "Let me remind you again, although you are three years older than me, I am still your elder. Watch your tone of voice and your attitude towards me."

Zhao Sicong seemed to chuckle, but his voice was very low and muffled by the thunder and rain, making it difficult to hear clearly.

He gazed at the flickering candlelight. "Your reaction means you already knew? It seems that even though I am the crown prince, I am not worthy to know these things about the royal family."

Zhao Fu'er: "Who Zhang Zhan is has nothing to do with my status or my relationship with him. Why are you bringing this up? What do you mean by that?"

She leaned against the table, one hand resting on it as she leaned forward slightly to look at Zhao Sicong, her eyes full of amusement. "Could it be that you've come to ask me for help?"

"You'll help me? I know we're not close, and you still have illusions?" Zhao Sicong crossed her legs. "Did you know that Prince Fan has disappeared?"

Zhao Fu'er blinked and covered her mouth, "Really?"

Zhao Sicong snorted, "You found out again? Looks like the three of you are pretty impressive."

Zhao Fu'er shook her finger, "These things have nothing to do with me."

Zhao Sicong didn't want to argue with her. "Are you trying to pin this on me?"

Before Zhao Fu'er could even speak, he said, "Count it on me. That way, Father can use this to attack the Yan family."

Zhao Fu'er was a little surprised, so she simply sat down on the table, crossed her arms, and looked at him.

Zhao Sicong stretched out a finger and tapped the edge of the table intermittently. "The Yan family's power is too great. If we don't loosen our grip on them, I'll be dragged down and killed sooner or later. I don't want to die too soon, at least not now."

Zhao Fu'er had never seen such a resigned tone before.

In her memory, Zhao Sicong always seemed determined to succeed, indifferent to everything, and most of the time, he did what Empress Yan said and fulfilled Zhao Fucang's expectations.

“Cong,” Zhao Sicong said, “Cong.”

Zhao Fu'er understood that the "cong" he was using was two different characters with different meanings.

It sounds like he's the crown prince who will inherit the throne.

As a result, the water gushed.

"The Crown Princess is pregnant, but the pregnancy is a bit unstable, so I came to see you in person."

He was about to become a father, and he always wanted to do something for the child.

"Congratulations." Zhao Fu'er was a little surprised. There was no word of this in the capital, but she could guess why Zhao Sicong wanted to keep it a secret.

The first imperial grandson—this gave the Yan family a significant boost in confidence.

Zhao Fu'er was actually not familiar with this Crown Prince. He never treated her as his little aunt. If he angered her, he would call her a crazy girl or call her by her full name.

The wind blew and the rain pattered around the tent, making people feel uneasy.

Zhao Fu'er looked at him and felt that Zhao Sicong was very dejected. "Why do you think you are bound to die?"

Zhao Sicong was somewhat tired, but he still mustered his spirits. "Don't you know your elder brother? He can even suspect and imprison his own good younger brother who helped him ascend the throne. What use do you think I am as his son?"

“My birth was not what my father and mother had hoped for. In my mother’s eyes, I was a bargaining chip to help her secure her position as empress. As for my father, my birth was his way of showing his sincerity to the Yan family.”

Others have said these words many times, but this is the first time he has said them.

In his eyes, Zhao Fu'er was probably someone he could trust to some extent.

Moreover, he truly felt that the Crown Princess and the child only had him left.

Zhao Fu'er: "Your father still likes you quite a bit."

Zhao Sicong scoffed, "Give you a little power and status, and you start speaking up for him. You're really easy to bribe."

Zhao Fu'er: "Doesn't your father know what the Yan family considers you to be? He has never touched the Yan family because he hasn't figured out how to extricate you completely from the situation."

Zhao Sicong stood up. "Don't be too harsh on me. Just let me stay in the East Palace."

The crown prince's decision to remain secluded and reflect on his actions was, in effect, a de facto abolition.

Zhao Fu'er said, "You're here to beg me? Shouldn't you show some respect when you're begging me?"

Zhao Sicong: "Once you've done this for me, I'll definitely give you a big gift. Let's see if you can handle it."

"Why should I believe you?" Zhao Fu'er asked.

Zhao Sicong: "Just because I didn't kill you when we were kids, what else do you need to say?"

"Get out of here!" Zhao Fu'er grabbed the teacup and threw it at him.

Zhang Zhan's place.

He couldn't sleep at all and curled up in a ball by the bedside.

The scene in the dream felt so real.

He looked at his hands and felt they were covered in blood.

Why did I dream about killing Zhao Siwei?

When Zhao Siwei returned, he witnessed this scene.

"Aren't you asleep yet?"

He was still holding a bowl of calming soup in his hand, which meant he had guessed it.

Zhang Zhan downed his drink in one gulp. "I'm wondering what you must have done to make me want to kill you."

Zhao Siwei was about to make a joke, such as, "I'll kill your grandparents."

No, Zhang Zhan never intended to kill him.

So it really was all an act in my past life.

Pretend to kill him...

Zhang Zhan was silent for a moment, then said, "Will you kill me?"

Zhao Siwei: "Sometimes I really want to beat you to death."

Zhang Zhan: "I have a feeling that something is about to happen." He was somewhat uneasy.

And this unease is justified.

The Great Heat rushed in.

"Your Highness! Your Highness! Something has happened!"

Zhao Siwei was on edge.

If Fan Wang's body had been found, Da Shu would certainly not have reacted this way.

and so……

"His Majesty has been poisoned!"

Zhang Zhan spat out the last mouthful of calming soup he hadn't yet swallowed.

Zhao Siwei got up, and Zhang Zhan also turned over and got up.

People were all heading towards Zhao Fucang's tent.

The accompanying eunuch, Li, was extremely anxious. "His Majesty must have just summoned someone. When we went in, he immediately vomited black blood!"

Useless nonsense.

Zhong Youling and the accompanying imperial physicians were treating the patient.

As he came out, he said to the people looking at him, "It's poisoning, and it was administered a very, very long time ago."

Zhao Siwei: "What do you mean?"

Empress Yan was also anxious, "Explain yourself clearly, what do you mean by very early, very early?"

Zhong Youling is a slow-acting poison that can remain in the human body for many years.

Does that mean someone poisoned them at the hunting grounds?

"There must be some reason for the poisoning, right?" Zhao Fu'er asked.

Zhong Youling said, "The stimulation was very severe."

Everyone is puzzled.

Zhao Fucang coughed from inside, "You three, get in here!"

Generally speaking, these three names refer to Zhao Sicong, Zhao Siwei, and Zhao Fu'er.