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

Zhang Zhan simply noticed Zhao Siwei's men at the door, so he stopped and came in to take a look.

It's unbelievable! After he woke up from his illness, Zhao Siwei told him to follow the Crown Prince closely and help him deal with the Yan family. If he couldn't, he could come and collect his body.

I really don't understand, but I have no choice but to do it.

Do you really think he's a god, someone he can handle?

It's still possible to do it; he's been quietly researching this for a while now.

I used to think that I could use this to repay the Crown Prince for protecting him for several years, so that we could part amicably and he could focus on helping Zhao Siwei.

"I saw you were here, so I came to look for you," Zhang Zhan explained.

Zhang Zhan looked a bit disheveled, and his complexion wasn't good either; he was probably really busy.

Seeing the person huddled up next to Zhao Siwei, Zhang Zhan walked over with a smile.

"What's wrong with Mr. Zhong? You look like you're about to die. Come on, kneel down and kowtow three times to me, and I'll smooth things over for you."

"Stop yelling." Zhao Siwei gave Zhang Zhan a feint kick.

Seeing that Zhong Youling was truly about to die, Zhang Zhan, as if a god had descended to earth, lowered himself to listen to him, grabbing the hem of Zhong's robe, "Young Master Zhang, please have pity on me..."

Kowtowing is fine; it's his own grandfather who can resolve things.

He immediately knelt upright.

“Zhang Zhan!” Zhao Siwei said coldly.

Zhang Zhan grabbed Zhao Siwei's arm the moment Zhao Siwei spoke.

After all, it was the person who saved his life, but he couldn't accept this favor.

"What's the panic? Just tell me. I've never encountered a problem I can't solve."

Zhao Siwei rolled his eyes and said, "You go first."

After saying that.

Zhang Zhan also fell into deep thought, "Why were you in Wutong Town...?"

Why didn't he find it?

This shouldn't be the case.

Zhao Siwei didn't mind the criticism, saying, "Even Prince Zhang has his moments of uncertainty. I thought you could investigate someone's ancestors for eighteen generations."

Zhang Zhan ignored him and looked at Zhongyou Ridge.

Zhong Youling: "Zhong Youling is my courtesy name. Youling is my courtesy name, not my given name. If you want to inquire about me in Wutong Town, you have to ask Xu Yan."

He was still squatting on the ground, and he wrote the two characters "Xu Yan" for Zhang Zhan.

“言午许，宴的宴”.

Zhao Siwei also peeked out and clicked his tongue twice, "You're pretty good, kid. You wouldn't say anything unless something happened."

Zhong Youling became even more distressed and worried; her voice was filled with tension.

"That's why I'm scared. I don't know anyone who knows my real name."

Zhang Zhan rested his chin on his hand and pondered for a long time. "Wutong Town, there's something I don't know if I should say."

Zhao Siwei actually kicked him.

"Either speak or shut up. Why are you being so mysterious? What kind of behavior is this?"

Zhang Zhan sat on the ground, and Zhong Youling quickly helped him up, "Master, why are you arguing with the young master? He just likes to talk back to you."

Zhang Zhan said, "When I was investigating Ji Tingyao, I found out about Wutong Town and that she had a childhood betrothal."

Zhao Siwei kicked Zhang Zhan again.

I hate this phrase the most.

The more annoyed you are, the more you talk.

Zhang Zhan kicked back, "If it weren't me, how would you know about this? Perhaps Old Madam Ji sent someone to look for you?"

Zhong Youling was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, stammering, "Young Master Zhang, don't talk nonsense."

He understood. Zhang Zhan was saying that the people looking for him were from the Ji family, and they wanted to force him to marry Ji Tingyao.

What's going on? Impossible, absolutely impossible!

What kind of earth-shattering joke is this?

He can't afford to play that game.

Zhang Zhan truly despised Zhong Youling. He clearly possessed two of Zhong's charms, yet he was a coward who always acted like a pushover when in doubt.

"I'm just talking nonsense, just making a bold assumption. Do you have a childhood betrothal?"

Zhong Youling waved his hand dismissively, as if struck by lightning:

"I don't know. I was raised by my grandfather, and my wet nurse died young."

"You still have a wet nurse?" Zhao Siwei seized on the crucial point. "You know what a wet nurse is, right?"

Ordinary families cannot afford to hire a wet nurse.

It must be a family whose names you can recall.

The main reason for Zhong Youling's medical skills is that he had a good teacher.

More often than not, they felt that this person was honest and straightforward, and what he said was almost identical to the information he and Zhang Zhan had found, so they didn't use him anymore.

And every time he came over, Zhong Youling would tell him the information he had collected from treating people, and he would even include a lot of gossip about the inner quarters of the household. He needed it in the beginning, and he would tell it to Tingyao to make her happy.

At this moment, when a wet nurse spoke up, not only Zhao Siwei, but also Zhang Zhan's gaze towards Zhong Youling changed.

Zhang Zhan looked Zhongyouling up and down.

He had his suspicions: for someone to have such a thick skin as Zhong Youling, his parents must have been incredibly capable people, and capable people usually leave behind some kind of legend.

Zhong Youling muttered to herself, "My grandfather also knew a little about medicine. He taught me a bit and could make medicine for minor ailments like headaches and fevers. He couldn't cure serious illnesses, and he even told me not to get any treatment."

He didn't think these things were important, so he didn't say anything.

"Why are you only telling me now, something so important?" Zhang Zhan retorted.

Zhong Youling pursed her lips, her voice even softer, "I really only vaguely remember. When I was ten years old, my grandfather died. He told me to sell the courtyard and move it somewhere else, and never to go back for the rest of my life."

"I was reluctant, but I did as I was told, and I rarely went back after that."

"It's the place where I grew up, and I'm still thinking about where I'll be buried when I die."

Zhao Siwei was having a headache and was completely confused. "Don't mess with me, if you really are..."

He really didn't know what to do for the time being.

Zhong Youling is a genuine and honest person.

Unfortunately, Old Madam Ji really disliked him. In her past life, she knew that he and Tingyao had been having an affair. Even though they were both dying, she still said fiercely that as long as they were together, he shouldn't go to pay respects to her.

Zhang Zhan, always eager for drama, remarked, "In the end, Miss Ji's destined marriage is right in front of us."

Zhong Youling felt something was amiss. "Master, don't listen to Zhang Shizi's nonsense. He just wants you to get rid of me."

Zhang Zhan disliked the presence of friends around Zhao Siwei who were comparable to him.

If it's a woman, that's a different story.

I hate him the most.

Zhang Zhan told Zhang Zhan to shut up and look at Zhongyou Ridge.

How much of your past do you remember?

Zhong Youling shook her head again, her eyes crystal clear. "I've been sick twice, I don't remember exactly, but I think I had some money at home, and I don't remember what happened after that..."

Zhao Siwei's mouth opened unnaturally.

You're writing a book!

Zhang Zhan raised his fist as if to hit him.

Zhong Youling was so frightened that he covered his head.

As he spoke, Zhong Youling seemed to be trying hard to recall, but his head began to ache.

As he suffered a headache, he saw soldiers and a woman carrying a child...

"Zhong Youling?" Zhang Zhan called him, shaking him. "What's wrong with you?"

Zhong Youling shook his head, the pain fading from his expression, and looked at Zhao Siwei.

"Then, Master, why don't you go and ask Miss Ji about it?"

Zhang Zhan raised his hand in disagreement, "No, that would only alert them. There's no need to ask around. I think in a few days, the Ji family will say that Ji Tingyao is engaged and can't attend the banquet at the end of the month. You'd better think about how you'll deal with this move by Old Madam Ji."

If that's the case, then it's an admission of guilt.

Then we can sit down and think of a solution.

Zhong Youling raised his hand to indicate that he knew: "There always needs to be evidence. Even if this is true, we need to see the person. I'm afraid we can't find anyone to pretend to be the fiancé..."

The selection of concubines is at the end of the month. If he ruins Zhao Siwei's plans at this time, he will definitely be killed.

Zhang Zhan: "I have something to do, so I'm leaving now."

He got up and went outside.

After leaving the residence, Zhang Zhan called Xu Yuan over and said, "Go to the Dali Temple and get me a copy of the case file."

Xu Yuan waited for her to say what she wanted.

"I remember a physician surnamed Xu. It's an unsolved case. Go find it, but don't let anyone know. Take a look and bring it to me."

Xu Yuan agreed.

After everyone left, Zhang Zhan crossed his arms. He had intended to close his eyes and rest for a while, but now his thoughts were even more chaotic.

The problem isn't with Zhong Youling's identity; it's that he himself is too anxious to act, so no one can see where the problem lies.

If Zhong Youling is indeed the lucky survivor of that unsolved case,

So, this is a sharp blade.

However, this person couldn't remember anything—

His thoughts were interrupted, the carriage came to an abrupt stop, and Zhang Zhan knelt down.

Then the carriage door was pushed open.

Zhang Zhan gripped the dagger, thinking it was an assassination attempt, but his eyes widened in surprise as he looked at the person climbing up, and he almost dropped the dagger.

"Meng**?"

Meng**'s eyes were red. "You, you can help me. My father wants to force me to get married."

Zhang Zhan's mind went blank.

Meng** had little trust in him.

"I want to go find Tingyao."

By this time, people had already come to arrest Meng**.

"Zhang Zhan, please help me!"

Zhang Zhan: "Are you putting on an act for me?"

Meng** pointed three fingers to the sky, "If I'm lying to you, may I die a horrible death! May my Tingyao never be happy again!"

Zhang Zhan would never believe her if she swore it herself, but he would definitely believe Tingyao's.

She was just wandering around when she spotted a slow-moving carriage and thought that whoever it was, upon hearing her pleas, would surely take pity on her and help her.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be Zhang Zhan's carriage.

Seeing that Zhang Zhan remained silent, Meng**'s eyes darted around rapidly.

If they get caught, they'll really be forced into marriage. Since Zhang Zhan refuses to help, they'll just run away again!

With that thought in mind, Meng didn't dwell on it any longer and prepared to leave.

"Where are you going?" Zhang Zhan called out to him, opened the window, glanced at the people from the Meng family, grabbed a folded document from the nearby table, and tossed it over. "Take this back to your master."

The steward opened it and glanced at it. His eyes immediately widened in terror, and he turned and ran towards the Meng family like a panicked chicken.

As the carriage started moving, Zhang Zhan mentioned the name of a teahouse, then picked up a pen. "Why are you looking at me like that? I need to write a letter to Ji Ting."

Meng** said "Oh," and hurriedly went over to grab a pen and thought for a moment.

Zhang Zhan: "Sit down and write."

Meng** chewed on the pen, then raised his hand to cover the letter.

Zhang Zhan found her amusing and turned his head away, but the carriage was only the size of a palm, and he could catch a glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye.

No wonder she's the legitimate daughter of a high-ranking official; her handwriting is so terrible!

Zhang Zhan felt his eyes were dirty.

Meng** felt that her handwriting was bad, so she didn't want Zhang Zhan to see it.

She blew on it and quickly folded it up, "All done..."

Upon arriving at the teahouse, Meng** was placed alone in a room, and she felt anxious.

Hearing a knock on the door, I said, "Come in."

They were two girls.

One of them said they were teahouse workers, and that Zhang Zhan had sent them to serve Meng**.

Meng blinked.

After she changed into her new clothes and tidied herself up, she asked, "Where is Prince Zhang?"

"Young Master Zhang is downstairs having tea with someone. He probably feels that if people see him alone with you, it might not be good for your reputation."

Not to mention, she changed her clothes and combed her hair again.

Meng** went outside and peeked out to look at Zhang Zhan.

Zhang Zhan was indeed talking to a young master, as if they knew each other.

"Miss, this is the food that Prince Zhang ordered to be prepared for you."

Meng** said "oh," and suddenly felt that Zhang Zhan was actually a decent person.

Half an hour later, Tingyao also came in, accompanied by Zhang Zhan.

Tingyao looked at Meng**, "How did it turn out like this?"

"It's all about the concubine selection at the end of the month. My family is afraid I'll be chosen, so they've arranged a marriage for me with some cousin of mine that I've never even met!"

Zhang Zhan: "The fact that Zhao Jiu won't choose you should be well known in the capital."

"I already told him, I told my father that if Zhang Zhan wanted to marry me, I would already be his wife or concubine!"

"If you try to talk to me about the situation in the capital, the pros and cons, or the present, well, I don't understand any of it, so I won't listen!"

"Baby, my baby, please help me! I don't want to get married! My mother won't speak up for me anymore!"

Tingyao's mind was a little confused, and she just held onto her shoulders.

Zhang Zhan said, "You've already gone to your cousin's house for help. Even if you say you're having an affair with another man, or that you're going to fight to the death and that you're not clean, it probably won't do any good."

Tingyao: "Say less."

Zhang Zhan paced around with his arms crossed, saying, "If you take her back, the Meng family will come knocking on your door immediately."

Meng** held Tingyao's hand.

Tingyao: "You've said so much already, can you say anything useful?"

Zhang Zhan: "It's simple, just have Zhao Siwei arrange for someone to come to your door. However, this will take another half month, and your good sister will probably become a thorn in the side of the ladies of the capital."

Tingyao: "As long as it's past the end of the month, it's fine as long as she's not Zhao Siwei's wife."

Meng** nodded, "Yes, yes, I just need to stay home for the next two weeks!"

Zhang Zhan: "There might be other people causing trouble for your whole family. This matter isn't something that will work if you agree; it has to be agreed to by your family."

Tingyao understood, "What are your conditions?"

It's not that it can't be done, it's just that it's troublesome to do.

"I can't help you. You'll have to go find Zhao Siwei yourself. I'm very busy lately."

"I only got her out of trouble today because of you."

As he spoke, Zhang Zhan glanced at Meng** and said, "Tell your brother to behave himself and not bring disaster upon your family."

That memorial we received today was a foolish thing that Meng Qindun did.

By tipping him off, he was essentially doing someone a favor.

This favor should be used wisely in the future.

Zhang Zhan walked outside. "Should I send someone to fetch Zhao Jiu?"