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

Grandma Ji's health has improved a lot, and she is full of energy and speaks with much more strength. This is thanks to Zhong Youling's excellent medical skills, as well as the care and attention of Tingyao and Yangshi.

Grandma Ji's words implied that she was quite satisfied with this childhood betrothal partner.

It's unclear what fueled her confidence.

"No matter how they investigate, we are genuine and can withstand the scrutiny."

Tingyao didn't say anything.

I simply can't explain it.

Things have already developed to this point, and there's nothing she can do but watch.

The grandfather and grandson continued to chat, rambling on and on about all sorts of random things.

Grandma Ji was rambling on when she suddenly asked an unusually sharp question, "A-Ting, what are your thoughts on the future of the capital?"

The question was so illogical that it left Tingyao completely bewildered, and her mind went blank for a moment.

Why do you ask this?

Why ask her?

Women in the inner quarters tend to gossip because their lives are too boring.

The old lady's fondness for politics was sometimes really hard for her to handle.

She remembered that her great-grandmother's family was also a family of scholars. Why was she interested in these things?

Seeing her in a daze, Grandma Ji thought her granddaughter could be really a bit silly sometimes.

"Who do you think will become His Highness's principal wife at the banquet at the end of the month?"

Ever since she learned that Tingyao and Zhao Siwei had some ambiguous dealings in private, she has become more attentive to matters of the court in the capital.

She had raised her child with great care and love, and she had no intention of letting the child fall into the hands of the royal family.

However, I'm afraid that while Tingyao may appear to be completely obedient to her, she may actually be plotting something on her own.

Tingyao shook her head, indicating that she didn't know.

It's true, I'm not lying.

But one thing is certain.

Zhao Siwei really wouldn't choose Xu Tutu.

It's just that we don't know what backup plans Xu Tutu might have.

After all, the Xu family really does have some capabilities.

It's possible to put some pressure on Zhao Siwei.

She heard Old Mrs. Ji look at her mysteriously, and then she uttered, "It might be Meng**."

Tingyao: ...

My dear grandmother, how could you say such absurd things with such a serious expression?

Do you really not know how Meng** and Zhao Siwei get along?

No, you haven't heard anything about how much Meng** was infatuated with Zhang Zhan before?

It's unbelievable that someone would say something like, "If we were to make a betting game, no one would even bother to gamble."

"However, Meng**'s personality might not be suitable."

Tingyao: ...

Was Zhao Siwei really that good-natured?

I'm afraid he's not even half as good as Meng**, right?

I won't go into details, just look at the character of Zhang Zhan he raised.

In his youth, he relied entirely on luck; now, in his prime, he no longer pretends, and his upbringing is simply indescribable.

Grandma Ji knew that her granddaughter and Meng** had a good relationship, and she couldn't stand anyone saying anything bad about her.

"If this matter is settled, you will need to be more mindful of your relationship with Meng** in the future. You need to carefully consider what you should and shouldn't say."

I'm afraid this child is too honest. Women who go to the royal family will all change. The royal family can be cannibalistic.

Tingyao understood.

Grandma Ji brought her here to listen to her teachings.

Grandma Ji disliked the royal family.

but……

Tingyao looked at her healthy grandmother with a smile on her face.

By this time in the first playthrough, Old Mrs. Ji was already on her deathbed.

What's wrong with being able to chat with her now?

Do you want to marry Zhao Siwei?

Grandma Ji suddenly asked.

Tingyao's smile froze for a moment.

Does she like Zhao Siwei?

She didn't have time to think about it in her past life, but she's certain she likes him in this one.

Seeing that her granddaughter didn't speak, Grandma Ji already understood and said, "It shows that you are a child who can distinguish between what's important and what's not. The royal family doesn't have an easy life, so there's no need to gamble with them."

The fact that they didn't directly admit it means they have some idea of ​​what's going on, so they won't make a mistake.

The capital is truly about to change. At times like these, a fierce storm is brewing. If you don't have any leverage, you don't know where you'll be blown away once you step inside.

What does Tingyao have? Nothing at all.

Therefore, simplicity is the best.

If the person you're betrothed to is a good person, then giving them some support is a good idea.

The best option would be to go back to my hometown, far away from Beijing. Wouldn't that be the best?

Looking at Tingyao arranging the flowers and plants for her, Old Mrs. Ji's eyes were full of love and doting.

She's lived this long enough to be practically waiting to die.

Before he died, he made sure Tingyao was settled, so she could wait peacefully for the King of Hell to call her name.

Meanwhile, in the inner palace.

Consort Xian is arguing with Zhao Siwei, who has just returned.

"So you know you're too ashamed to come see me?"

Consort Xian went berserk, smashing everything she could grab, filling the room with a series of crashing sounds.

Her usual dignified and elegant demeanor had vanished, and now she looked as if she had been possessed by Guan Yu, her face flushed.

During the Great Heat and Lesser Heat periods, they stayed outside and did not allow anyone to approach.

Consort Xian had already started uttering foul language.

The insults they hurled were increasingly offensive.

This completely overturned the perception of Consort Xian during the Great Heat and Lesser Heat periods.

Consort Xian doted on Zhao Siwei. Even if she said a few harsh words, she would quickly come over to coax him.

Now he can actually say things like "go die."

If this gets out, it won't have much impact on Zhao Siwei, but Consort Xian will be severely impeached.

Inside the room, Zhao Siwei remained in the same position as when he entered, without moving an inch.

Things were being thrown at us from all around.

Consort Xian dared not hurt him.

He was the source of Consort Xian's arrogance.

Not to mention, now that Prince Fan is gone, Consort Xian can only rely on her son to survive.

But this mother is too eccentric.

"How dare you! How dare you!"

Consort Xian roared and kicked a stool in front of Zhao Siwei.

She really wanted to go up and bite Zhao Siwei a couple of times; if she could spit fireballs, she would definitely burn him a few times right now.

Zhao Siwei waited until she had finished her tantrum and was too exhausted to continue cursing before slowly speaking, "Mother, did you send me here just to see you get angry? Do you know how busy I am right now?"

The events of that blizzard night, along with the revelation of Zhang Zhan's death in his past life, made it impossible for Zhao Siwei to maintain a close mother-son relationship with Consort Xian.

Just as Consort Xian needed a son, he also needed a mother to keep an eye on Zhu Fucang and Empress Yan.

No, the eyes don't matter anymore; it's just a shield.

That's how the mother-son relationship ends.

He could not forgive Consort Xian for everything she had done.

Consort Xian was furious, and roared, "Why did you kill Prince Fan? Just because of Zhang Zhan?"

Heaven knows she almost fainted when she heard this news in the palace.

Gaining the support of the vassal kings would be enough to negotiate with the Crown Prince's forces.

Prince Fan is the younger brother whom His Majesty feels guilty towards. As long as Prince Fan protects Zhao Siwei, Zhao Fucang will definitely consider changing his successor.

She schemed and plotted her whole life, and now, Zhao Siwei has actually brought down her entire country.

What a fool!

How could she have given birth to such an idiot!

Zhao Siwei stared coldly at Consort Xian and told her the truth about Prince Fan's death.

"It was Father who killed her. Father has always disliked collusion between the court and the harem. Does Father really think he doesn't know what Mother did that night?"

"Even if the royal family didn't tell the world that Prince Fan poisoned the Emperor, didn't Mother know or hear about it? You're still speaking up for Prince Fan at a time like this. If you want to die, don't drag me down with you."

Zhao Siwei no longer wanted to discuss this topic.

What a no brainer.

It's better to have it yourself than to ask others for it.

With the death of Prince Fan, the power he held would be transferred to others.

Isn't it the safest way to ensure that he can take them all?

It is better to ask for yourself than for others.

Being strong yourself is the most important thing.

He either doesn't do it at all, or if he does, he wants to maximize his benefits.

That's his style of doing things.

"What does Mother Consort want to do now? You are Consort Xian now, my Mother Consort. Whether I am good or not, as long as you are good in Father Emperor's heart, your life will not be bad."

She thought she was doing it for his own good, but in reality, Consort Xian just wanted to climb the social ladder herself.

Wasn't Zhang Zhan born out of fear that he was a princess?

What she wanted was never him, but a prince who could become her Noble Consort, then Imperial Noble Consort.

Consort Xian frowned, her tone so distant.

Zhao Siwei warned Consort Xian, "As for Xu Tutu, Mother Consort, don't have any other thoughts. She will become anyone's wife, but not mine."

Consort Xian is really going to be driven crazy by her son.

Xu Tutu is such a good candidate for the principal wife.

We used to play together a lot when we were little, though we weren't particularly close.

Crucially, the Xu State Duke's mansion was also very satisfied with him.

They just wanted Zhao Siwei to be their son-in-law.

With the support of the Duke of Xu's mansion, what is Zhao Sicong?

One was the Prince of Fan, and the other was the Duke of Xu's mansion.

As long as Zhao Siwei doesn't act recklessly, he's already won.

Unfortunately, Zhao Siwei ruined the path she had paved for over a decade.

idiot!

Stupid!

How could she give birth to such a hopeless piece of trash!

"Do you think Zhang Zhan will be loyal to you? He's always been a very opinionated person. If you go along with him, he'll be all smiles; if you don't—"

"What does this have to do with Zhang Zhan?" Zhao Siwei interrupted Consort Xian.

"Mother, you don't need to worry about my affairs with Zhang Zhan. What you need to do now is stay put. Even if you can't go to Father's place, you should still visit him every day."

In fact, once Prince Fan died, Consort Xian was powerless.

Consort Xian gave away the jade pendant simply to win over Xu Tutu, so that she could mobilize the power of the Duke of Xu's mansion.

The transfer was carried out in his name.

These methods were too clumsy, but Consort Xian thought that he was her mother and that she was very clever and could control everything.

It will only cause him trouble.

Looking back now, every time his smooth-sailing life encountered trouble, it was because Consort Xian was too clever for her own good and wanted to cause some trouble!

Consort Xian wanted to speak, but Zhao Siwei gave her a piece of advice: "If you want to be the Empress Dowager, you'd better behave yourself."

After saying that, Zhao Siwei went out and ordered his men to keep an eye on Consort Xian.

These are turbulent times, and we absolutely cannot allow Consort Xian to take advantage of any loopholes.

We must keep a close eye on her.

If Zhang Zhan were to see Consort Xian alone, he has no idea what would happen.

They probably all want to kill each other now.

Zhang Zhan doesn't easily enter the palace now, mostly because he's wary of his mother.

If his mother ever does anything wrong, Zhang Zhan will use all his connections to get her expelled from the palace.

Once he leaves the palace, how Consort Xian dies will be beyond his control.

Moreover, Zhang Zhan would even tell him, "Now that your mother is dead, you can observe three years of mourning and don't have to get married."

Just thinking about it terrified Zhao Siwei.

After leaving the palace, Zhao Siwei returned to his private residence.

Zhong Youling has been looking for him for two days.

They said they had a life-or-death matter to discuss in person, and wouldn't even give a letter, not even uttering this much.

I was so anxious I wanted to tell him in person, but I didn't even bother to come to him and insist that he come back.

Once inside the private residence, Zhao Siwei looked at Zhong Youling, who was squatting on the steps scratching his head, and was a little annoyed. "Are you going to die?"

“I’m going to die, my master, please save me.” Zhong Youling’s eyes were dark. She grabbed his clothes and shook them. She was about to cry. “People from my hometown have been asking about me recently. They’ve even asked about me in Wutong Town.”

"What Wutong Town?" Zhao Siwei didn't understand.

Zhong Youling spoke softly and timidly, seemingly on the verge of tears; her eyes were red-rimmed.

“I forgot to tell you, Master, that’s my hometown. I don’t stay there for very long, but I go back every year or two. I have relatives there who know me, but I’m a doctor and I don’t have a fixed place to live. I have to go to them myself, they can’t find me.”

Zhao Siwei blinked, even more confused, "What do you want?"

Zhong Youling usually calls him Ninth Prince, but when he really needs something from him, he will start calling him Master.

He was also afraid when called "master".

These are all important matters, important matters that require him to use his brain.

Zhong Youling was terrified and extremely uneasy. "What if... what if they're here to arrest me?"

Without a second thought, Zhao Siwei said, "Your case has already been reopened, and it has nothing to do with you." Besides, he had treated Zhao Fucang multiple times, and that credit was enough to ensure his safety.

Zhong Youling was unsure, "There's no concrete evidence..."

Zhao Siwei's protection was achieved through the oppression of powerful figures, which allowed him to be exonerated.

As for Zhao Fucang, well, whether he lives or dies is just a matter of a word.

He grew increasingly frightened, clutching Zhao Siwei's clothes tightly. "What if they've come for revenge? What if they can't find me and kill all my relatives?"

Zhao Siwei thought Zhong Youling was quite imaginative, and pulled back his own clothes, shaking them.

He'll be going out in a bit, so don't make it wrinkled.

"Why don't you take your own pulse and see if you've lost your mind? Stand up and speak."

"It really is revenge. Do you even have a chance to know? Your relatives have already explained why they are looking for you."

Zhong Youling didn't want to get up, so she squatted there with a sorrowful expression, looking up at him pitifully like a stray dog.

"Just say you're looking for me, and you know nothing else. Tell me, should I go back?"

"I'm afraid that won't work," Zhao Siwei refused directly. "Father needs you to treat him now."

He didn't trust the others.

And there's something no one dares to say.

He wouldn't feel at ease until he had Zhao Fucang's life in his own hands.

Just then, Zhang Zhan arrived.

"What are you doing here?" Zhao Siwei looked at him, really wanting to slap him twice. "Weren't you supposed to go to the outskirts with the Crown Prince?"

Zhang Zhan raised an eyebrow. "He told me to come back and get something."

They will pass by this mansion.