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

The rain intensified as they fled.

Feeling cramped in the space, and with the heat from the small charcoal brazier, Tingyao found it hard to breathe.

As soon as the window was pushed open a crack, the dense rain and fierce wind rushed in, sweeping away all the warmth in the small space.

The dense rain blurred my vision, making it impossible to see anything clearly.

Fine raindrops fell on her cheeks. Tingyao squinted, only able to watch the guards leading the way and guiding the horses forward.

And there were horse-drawn carriages stuck behind them.

They are all undergoing a major relocation.

Although the mudslide in the previous life did not kill the family member of the official involved, Sun, it did kill many people below.

The cold wind rushed in through the cracks.

Tingyao's cheeks were already cold as she pondered.

She herself was unaware of it.

The chill made Meng** shiver uncontrollably.

She was numb from the cold.

I wonder what Tingyao is thinking; she looks so serious.

Ji Anzhi and Ji Chunhe were also in the carriage.

If the royal guards come to order you to pack up and move, you're definitely going to risk your life.

There were carriages blocking the way, and it was all packed with people.

Everyone is waiting to leave now.

Isn't this rain too heavy? It's rare to encounter such heavy rain in winter.

Ji Anzhi, who already had a slight cold, was unable to withstand the attack of the cold wind.

"Big sister, it's a bit cold."

Tingyao then realized what was happening, quickly closed the carriage window, and apologized.

"What are you thinking about?"

Ji Anzhi listened to Meng**'s question.

Tingyao was in a bad mood, a very bad mood, so she didn't dare to say anything.

"A storm is brewing; it's best to avoid trouble," Tingyao said.

The affair between Zhang Zhan and Fan Wang is the ultimate bombshell.

It's best if nothing else happens, otherwise, innocent bystanders will be affected.

Furthermore...

It was something that Tingyao had been keeping to herself.

It's the storyline where Zhang Zhan becomes a prince.

Why did Zhao Fucang not react at all?

It was incredibly rare in my past life...

Ji Chunhe then chimed in, "Do you think Zhang Zhan is really a prince?"

Rumors cannot be suppressed. The royal gossip spread by those with ulterior motives always brings something new to the small but boring capital city.

Moreover, it's such a big deal.

Ji Anzhi sighed, feeling that this was the most unbelievable rumor she had heard since returning to the capital.

Whether it's a rumor or not, we'll see. Anyway, since it hasn't been proven to be true, it's safe to just believe it's a rumor for now.

"To be honest, I can't see any resemblance between Zhang Zhan and His Majesty. Even if they are half-brothers, shouldn't they have some similarities to princes and princesses?"

No, you can't tell at all.

There is not the slightest resemblance whatsoever.

With his godlike perspective, Meng** pulled out a bag of steaming hot roasted chestnuts from who-knows-where. "So, it depends on whether the royal family wants them or not?"

She doesn't know where the problem lies now, and has discovered that the plot doesn't match up at all from beginning to end.

As the saying goes, since we're here, we might as well make the best of it.

So, all we can do is watch.

As long as she survives, she and her precious son will have accomplished everything.

Ji Chunhe: "Then if we all leave, what about the royal family...?"

She didn't know what the royal family would do, but since the rumors were already circulating and the royal family still hadn't made a statement, it was very likely true.

The real can't become fake, but it can become dead.

Tingyao also thought of this.

She had no idea what Zhao Siwei was doing.

He couldn't fathom what Zhang Zhan was thinking.

It's completely impossible to tell whether Zhao Sicong conspired with the Yan family.

Zhao Siwei made all his moves in an instant, giving those around him no time to react.

The carriage fell into a deathly silence.

“Anyway, it has nothing to do with us,” Ji Anzhi’s voice broke the deadlock.

No one in the capital has discussed the relationship between Zhao Siwei and Tingyao, so the Ji family will be fine.

As for the rest, even if dynasties change, the Ji family will not be affected.

At worst, we'll just change the emperor.

**

It was already night when we arrived at the hot spring resort.

Xu Tutu sent someone to say that a banquet would be held tomorrow, and she hoped that all the Ji family girls would attend.

She's still stubbornly insisting on holding a banquet. What exactly is Xu Tutu trying to do?

Tingyao drank the ginger soup, her nose a little stuffy. She looked at Meng**, who was already yawning under the covers, and asked, "Tell me, what does Xu Tutu want to do?"

Meng rolled herself up like a sushi roll to prevent the heat from escaping and the cold air from getting in.

She shook her head, thought for a long time, and then said, "It means that she only really wants to invite one person to this banquet."

If you're only inviting one person, who would you invite?

The scar on Xu Tutu's head is still there.

Don't you know you should take better care of it?

Such a carefully planned banquet for women must mean something big is about to happen.

Furthermore, does the Duke of Xu not know that His Majesty has been poisoned?

Thinking of this, Tingyao's gaze became somewhat complicated.

Shishi knocked on the door, saying that Browning had sent someone to deliver a message.

"I'd like to remind you to be careful about the food you import tomorrow."

That's all.

Tingyao saw Shishi nod, then looked at Meng** who had already sat up.

He remembered that Xu Tutu had poisoned him in his past life.

Is Xu Tutu going to poison me tomorrow?

"You mean..." Meng blinked, "Why did Zhang Zhan's head heal instantly without a trace, but Xu Tutu's still not healed?"

Tingyao: "Why do you think that is?"

Meng** suddenly said, "That means she doesn't have the luck of a female lead."

“Look at Zhang Zhan, he’s always been a lazy bum, but whenever he wants to do something, God just gives him a cheat code, and everything goes smoothly for him.”

"But look at our female lead, Xu Tutu. Is it smooth sailing? Not at all. I'd believe it if you told me she was cursed with bad luck."

"If someone gets messed with, she's the female lead, isn't she? Can't she turn the tables and stomp on the person who messed with her?"

"If it wasn't done by human intervention, then it must be fate that decided she wasn't the female lead."

Meng** is the type to say whatever comes to mind, but now she's all sleepy.

"How strange, isn't Xu Tutu the female lead? How come she's so unlucky?"

……

At the same time, in the hunting grounds.

In the dense forest, Zhao Siwei gripped his long sword tightly, and with each swift stroke, heads rolled.

The people kneeling in the rain were trembling, and two or three were already begging for mercy.

These are all loyal supporters of King Fan.

If you're going to kill them, kill them all; otherwise, they'll become a future menace.

And each of these calamities had played a significant role in his downfall in his previous life.

The following heats, Great Heat and Lesser Heat, remained silent.

It wasn't until Zhao Siwei lost the knife that Da Shu handed over the handkerchief.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, and the rain was washing away everything that had happened.

They all must die.

The power of Prince Fan cannot be allowed to remain; otherwise, whoever it is, will face his revenge.

This was the fault of the Emperor himself. He dared not kill the Prince of Fan, so he sent his son instead.

With Prince Fan dead, Consort Xian can no longer cause trouble.

Many things can be put to an end.

Da Shu asked, "Ninth Prince, has His Majesty figured out how to explain things to him?"

Zhao Siwei did not answer, but simply mounted his horse and said, "Clean up the body."

He emphasized the word "clean".

It was telling the person handling the situation that not even a bone should be left.

He should go find his father, the Emperor.

In this life, I have to do things his way.

Those who deserve to die, die; those who don't, may they all live on.

Zhao Fucang hasn't left yet; he can't leave. The death of Prince Fan hasn't been completely resolved.

Empress Yan is accompanying him as he takes his medicine.

Zhong Youling knelt silently by the bedside to administer acupuncture to the emperor.

He subtly observed the couple out of the corner of his eye.

Her aura is so intense, it's truly captivating.

In the past, Zhao Fucang would say a few words to him to tell him not to be nervous and his hands were shaking.

He's not giving his wife a kind look at all now. If he really doesn't like her, he can just ask her to leave.

Empress Yan remained calm and simply sat there.

Indeed, those who can become emperors and empresses are more or less different from ordinary people.

In the suffocating silence, finally, a voice came from outside: "The Ninth Prince has arrived."

He got up and left without waiting for Zhao Fucang to speak.

"Mr. Zhong was specifically sought out by Lao Jiu. What is he here for?" Zhao Fucang suddenly asked.

Even if Zhong Youling tells the truth, no one will believe him.

He could only humbly say, "Your Highness is so filial. I was only looking for someone to treat His Majesty's headache. It's just that my medical skills are not good enough. I hope Your Highness doesn't find fault with me."

Zhao Fucang's headache was confirmed by this sudden onset of poisoning.

It's like being poisoned; I get intoxicated whenever I get excited.

The poison has now taken effect, causing a splitting headache, leaving behind only a gruesome body.

The emperor was actually poisoned by his own half-brother. Could it be that even the most meticulous plans can have oversights, or that he had suspicions at the time but still believed that Prince Fan would not take action?

Zhong Youling walked out and saw people covered in water.

Before Zhao Siwei could speak, Zhong Youling said, "His Majesty must not be provoked now."

It means he should watch his words.

Zhao Siwei couldn't pay attention to any of this.

Zhao Fucang held his younger brother, Prince Fan, in high regard.

Once inside, he was very direct: "All the officials who accompanied me have left, and I have also dealt with all of Prince Fan's men."

"What, you're going to say to the outside world that I instructed them to do it?" Zhao Fucang lay back on the bed, feeling that he had completely misjudged the situation over the past twenty years.

The youngest son, who only knew how to eat, drink, and have fun, was actually the one who was the most secretive.

It's not a skill to cause trouble, but a skill to resolve it.

If Zhao Sicong were to handle this matter, it would likely cause a cataclysmic upheaval, becoming a public spectacle, and even the Yan family might not be able to resolve it successfully.

Zhao Siwei used the simplest method.

They took the person directly to the innermost part and killed them.

It was also thanks to divine intervention that rain and thunder destroyed the evidence.

Zhao Siwei was very direct: "Why not? Prince Fan has committed many evils."

Zhao Fucang was so angry that his chest ached. He struggled to get up, but he lay back down and raised a finger, saying, "Get out!"

Zhao Siwei pretended not to hear and refused to leave.

This morning, Empress Yan was instructed by her son to cooperate with Zhao Siwei.

But she didn't expect Zhao Siwei's idea to be so direct.

The purpose was to have Zhao Fucang confess to killing King Fan.

It seems absurd, but it is actually quite convincing.

Prince Fan has been meddling in court affairs, which is a challenge to the emperor's authority.

Killing them is fine, but it can also serve as a warning to others and keep some unruly people in check.

She also disliked Fan Wang.

However, because he helped Zhao Fucang ascend the throne and provided him with a way out, he acted as if what belongs to my brother is mine.

Zhao Fucang could indulge in eating, drinking, and having fun, while Fan Wang could cause trouble at will, but he was not allowed to interfere in the affairs of the court.

Knowing full well that a war is being waged and that military and political power are symbols of imperial authority, they still defied the odds and infiltrated the entire Ministry of War.

So, is the next step to threaten Zhao Fucang's position?

There are no brothers in the royal family.

In the end, they are all alone.

"Father needs to recuperate right now; it would be best if things remained quiet in both the court and the harem."

Zhao Siwei, fearing that the cold air would upset Zhao Fucang, did not step forward to stand.

"I think it would be better to let the Crown Prince handle the government affairs on your behalf, so that you can focus on recovering your health."

Upon hearing this, Empress Yan nearly stood up.

Having weathered many storms, he managed to stay calm and composed.

This is all beneficial for Zhao Sicong.

Why didn't Zhao Siwei suggest that she come herself?

"Zhao Siwei, I am not dead yet," Zhao Fucang began to cough.

Empress Yan poured him water and then picked up a mint leaf to put in his mouth.

Zhao Fucang pushed Empress Yan away.

Empress Yan didn't say anything, but simply patted his chest to calm him down.

"Your son also hopes that Father Emperor will live to be a hundred years old, but now you really need to take good care of yourself."

Zhao Siwei's voice was icy cold, completely devoid of his former playful and smiling demeanor.

In just two short days, people have started to hardly recognize him anymore.

"Zhao Siwei, I think you're about to rebel."

Zhao Siwei knew very well that he could no longer hide it. "Father has already made this decision, and no matter how much I try to explain, I can't make it clear."

Zhao Fucang sat up. "Get out of here! Get out!"

Have a look.

Take a look.

This is his good son!

This is his most beloved and cherished son!

Zhao Siwei took a half step back and said loudly, "Father is waiting for his son because he trusts him. Why don't we try it according to my method?"

He left those words behind, bowed respectfully, and walked out, ordering his men to pack up immediately so he could take Zhao Fucang with him.

A mudslide is expected to occur at night, and this place will be completely washed away.

We must leave quickly.

Zhao Fucang's gaze finally fell on his wife's face. His voice was accusatory, and his expression was utterly cold.

"Empress, how much were you involved?"

Even though Empress Yan had long liked her husband's attitude, she felt as if her heart had been stabbed with a knife at this moment.

"Your Majesty, I did not participate. I only got involved now in order to protect the Crown Prince."

If men are unreliable, then only her son can be her support.

"Have no choice?" Zhao Fucang found what he heard quite amusing.

"I fear that Your Majesty will hold the Crown Prince responsible for this matter and then use it as a weapon to take the life of the Yan family."

She was the Empress, and more importantly, the daughter of the Yan family. Her glory did not come from being the Emperor's principal wife, but from her family's high position.

However, she still remembered that when Zhao Fucang was still a prince, the two of them lived a good life together.

Why have we gotten to where we are now?

Zhao Fucang: "You, you..."

"This matter has nothing to do with the Crown Prince. If His Majesty wants to protect the Ninth Prince, he will probably have no choice but to accept it. Talented people will emerge in every generation. You will eventually have to give up this position. You might as well see how your three children will be dealt with."

If we can't speak like husband and wife, then let's speak like the mother of the nation.

"You should take good care of your health. Besides, to be honest, though His Majesty may not accept it, your poison was probably also the work of Prince Fan. When the Ninth Prince killed Prince Fan, he was also protecting Consort Xian."