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

After all, Zhang Zhan was involved in dealing with the Yan family's affairs.

In the end, the person he most wanted to protect was sacrificed. What will Zhao Siwei do then?

The person who was willing to turn against his own mother to protect him ultimately sacrificed himself because he wanted a perfect ending. Will Zhao Siwei go crazy for the rest of his life?

These matters are no longer Zhong Youling's concern.

Now, what he wants is very simple: Consort Xian's life.

As long as Zhang Zhan isn't stupid, he'll step on him to survive, then play the victim to get a lot of things for himself.

Did Zhao Sifu have any affection for Consort Xian? Yes, but not much. Consort Xian's purpose was to check Empress Yan. She was a woman of good fortune. If she had played the role the emperor needed well, she could have had a smooth life. But instead, she caused a scandal for the royal family.

Zhao Fucang is now caught in a dilemma: he wants to acknowledge Zhang Zhan, but he's also afraid that if he does, Zhang Zhan will harbor thoughts of revenge, causing unrest in both the imperial court and the harem.

It would be better to put the person in Zhao Siwei's hands.

Zhang Zhan wouldn't acknowledge anyone, but he would worry about whether Zhao Siwei would hate him.

At least for now, Zhang Zhan doesn't want Zhao Siwei to really hate him.

That's why I came to test his thoughts.

He didn't want to concern himself with or think about the intricacies of the situation.

It has nothing to do with that good-for-nothing.

When his memories returned, all he could think about was revenge.

The ghost's vindication is simply to kill the person who deserves to die the most, and then take her down to see her family.

The last rays of light from Zhongyou Ridge fell upon those who had not yet left.

"What, do you have something else to say? This isn't how you, Zhang Zhan, treat me."

He dared not acknowledge this cousin.

Zhang Zhan was the greatest malice the capital city could inflict upon him.

The disdain many sons of officials in the capital held for him was all orchestrated by Zhang Zhan.

Can you forgive me?

Before, being cowardly meant I could be indifferent, but now, at worst, I can just take a packet of medicine with me. Killing one is the same as killing a group.

If it weren't for the fact that Zhao Siwei had been kind to him and he didn't want to cause him too much trouble, and that there were other people who deserved to die even more, he certainly wouldn't have let go of those officials who had humiliated him.

Zhang Zhan finally spoke up. He didn't want Zhong Youling to die, not from beginning to end. He just felt that if Zhao Siwei suddenly brought back a doctor with a murder on his hands, and he easily made him a prominent figure and famous in the capital, wouldn't that make Zhao Siwei arrogant and cause trouble for him?

That's why he...

Who knew this person would be his cousin...

He considered himself a cautious person, but in the end, he couldn't escape the cruel twists of fate.

"Isn't it better to live? Whether it's Zhong Youling or Xu Yan, we should have died a long, long time ago, right..."

"What is it?" Zhong Youling interrupted him, even letting out a sarcastic laugh.

“Zhang Zhan, the reason you’re saying these things now is because you see hope for survival. Zhao Siwei chose you, the Crown Prince has always protected you, your father from the Marquis’s mansion wants to rely on you, and your grandparents from the Marquis’s mansion are still quietly alive. And what about me?”

His usually gentle face now revealed hatred and resentment. "My whole family is dead. I even missed the best time to take revenge. The way I am today is partly your mother's fault."

Zhang Zhan has no memory of Luo Zhu at all. Even if Luo Zhu were to appear now and say she wants to acknowledge him as her son, he probably wouldn't recognize her as his mother.

Zhang Ruizhe knew how good Zhang Ruizhe's first wife's reputation was. Although she was the daughter of a merchant, she treated everyone in the Marquis's mansion very well. Even when his stepmother was about to punish him, Zhang Ruizhe would always say a good word about his "stepmother" to defend him.

Zhong Youling felt that he didn't want to continue suffering in this life.

"I've always wondered if your biological mother is still alive. After all, before I lost my memory, your biological mother was still alive and kicking. She wanted me to forget everything. Maybe your going to the Marquis's mansion was also your mother's elaborate scheme."

Who can say for sure about this?

Perhaps only Luo Zhu knows the truth.

Zhong Youling felt a lump in her throat. "Consort Xian has wronged too many people—"

"That's right, if Luozhu is still alive, would you still need to do it?"

Zhang Zhan stepped forward and squatted down in front of the low table, wanting to try to persuade Zhong Youling again.

"Wouldn't it be better to just wait for those two to fight like dogs? That way, you can get revenge for your whole family."

"How could I not hate Consort Xian? She knew perfectly well who I was, yet she kept me alive and supported me, just to squeeze every last drop of value out of me. I was only nine years old when she gave me to Prince Fan!"

"Zhao Jiu forbids me from getting close to her again because he knows that I'm only temporarily letting things slide, but if given the chance, my hands will act faster than my brain."

He didn't know what it meant to have relatives, but now God has given him so many choices.

This person, whom he had always been curious about and who resembled him in two or three ways, actually shared some of his bloodline, which he found amazing.

Zhong Youling looked at him indifferently, her voice returning to calm, "So I'm helping you. Alright, you should leave now. You've been with me for too long. Zhao Jiu will become suspicious if he sees me still unharmed."

The words, "to kill someone is to destroy their spirit," made Zhang Zhan frown.

He had never bullied anyone in his life, except for Zhong Youling.

“Cousin,” Zhang Zhan pressed down on his hand, which was grinding the medicine powder, “how about we wait a little longer? Wait until the situation at court becomes clearer, then I will definitely help you. Your reputation in the capital is excellent now; no one remembers the Xu family from back then because of you. You’ve climbed the ladder step by step; just wait for the future—”

Chung Yu Ling has a bright future.

"I can't wait any longer!" Zhong Youling brushed Zhang Zhan's hand away, her voice suddenly rising, "Just like when you found out that the deaths of your grandfather and grandmother in the Marquis's mansion were related to Consort Xian, I can't wait any longer. When you rushed into the palace, did I send anyone to stop you? You're harder to control than a pig during the New Year!"

"Why do you expect me to do something I can't even do myself?"

"Is he afraid that one day when I succeed, Zhao Siwei will ask you, 'Did you know about this?'"

Zhang Zhan vehemently denied it: "I didn't!"

"Yes, as long as you didn't kill the person yourself, Zhao Siwei will make excuses for you. After all, you're the younger brother he raised by mistake!"

Zhong Youling cursed at him: "Get out! Get the hell away from me now! Don't try to associate with me with your relatives. What cousin? If it weren't for your mother, would my whole family be ruined?!"

"If it weren't for your mother, would I have no relatives at all? You still have Zhao Siwei protecting you as you grew up. He's not a prince, but he's better than one!"

"Me? I have nothing, I'm even an idiot, I can't remember anything. Isn't all of this a gift from Consort Xian?"

Zhang Zhan was pushed to sit on the ground.

With his sharp tongue, no one dared to mess with him, and he never imagined he would lose to Zhong Youling.

Because he too suffered greatly at the hands of Consort Xian.

If Zhao Siwei hadn't intervened that snowy night, he would have surely perished along with Consort Xian.

Even if he couldn't kill Consort Xian, the death of a prince in the palace would inevitably be investigated by Zhao Fucang. Even if Zhao Fucang wanted to downplay the matter, the Crown Prince and Empress Yan would use his death as a pretext to make a big fuss. Zhao Siwei would inevitably drift apart from Consort Xian no matter what.

So, although it seems like he died, he actually won.

By then, he no longer cared whether he lived or died.

His grandparents were his last connection to the world.

Therefore, he understands Zhong Youling.

He stood up. "If you really do it, then the only price you'll pay is death. As a result, the Xu family's case from back then will truly be irreversible."

He had reviewed the Xu family's case and believed it could definitely be overturned, but doing so now would implicate Zhao Siwei.

"I do not need."

"I do not believe."

"Believe it or not, get out of here."

Zhang Zhan really left.

He was genuinely afraid that Zhong Youling had given him the medication.

A doctor who has gone mad and is seeking revenge is terrifying.

Just as they reached the gate of the private residence, Zhao Siwei rode back, pulled on the reins to stop the horse, jumped off, and asked the person who came out, "What's wrong?"

Now that everyone knows who Zhong Youling is, if Zhang Zhan can still argue with him, he'll truly be impressed.

Zhang Zhan shrugged and said, "It's nothing. Your future imperial consort is asking how much you know about Zhong Youling and Ji Anzhi's private dealings."

Zhao Siwei: ? ? ?

Seeing his bewildered expression, Zhang Zhan felt as if he were seeing himself receiving the letter.

"Your wedding is the most important thing right now. Postpone everything else if possible. Have someone tell Ji Tingyao that you don't know anything about it and that she shouldn't worry about it. Ji Anzhi is one of the few intelligent girls in the capital."

Zhao Siwei quickly regained his composure. "You went to ask?"

“I asked him, and he told me to get lost. He’s very arrogant now,” Zhang Zhan said. “He hasn’t been in a good mood lately. You’ve even stopped letting him take the Emperor’s pulse, only letting him read the medical records and prescribe medicine. If you keep doing this, the Emperor will start to get suspicious.”

A doctor's duty is to save lives and heal the wounded, but if the emperor is seriously ill, then the emperor's illness becomes the priority.

As a son, knowing that someone can save his father's life, yet forbidding that person from treating his father is no different from regicide.

Zhao Siwei twirled his wrist while holding the riding whip, stared at Zhang Zhan for a moment, then looked away and slowly asked, "So what do you think I should do?"

Zhang Zhan was very honest: "I don't know."

Zhao Siwei is now somewhat unpredictable to him.

"Let's go." Zhao Siwei waved his hand.

Zhang Zhan wasn't unaware; he knew far too much, which is why he dared not speak easily.

"I really don't know." Zhang Zhan pointed three fingers to the sky. "I'm lying to you, may your whole family die."

Zhao Siwei lashed out with his whip, about to strike him, "Are you looking for death?!"

Seeing that he was really going to use force, Zhang Zhan broke out in a cold sweat and dodged to the side. "He's really something. He's even going to use force against his own people."

As Zhao Siwei watched him leave, she said, "Remember to look your best on my wedding day."

Zhang Zhan waved his hand, "If you have the money, I'll definitely be better looking than you, the groom."

Zhao Siwei: "Get out of here."

Before they knew it, it was Zhao Siwei's wedding day.

When a prince gets married, a special person comes to arrange the marriage. So when Ji Baiming saw the Crown Prince Zhao Sicong appear, he wasn't too nervous. He also wasn't too nervous when he saw Zhang Zhan coming from the side. But when he saw Zhao Siwei walking between the two of them, he was so scared that he almost knelt down.

This...this is against etiquette...

There's a lot of discussion in the capital about Zhang Zhan's identity right now, and since the royal family hasn't come out to deny it, there's bound to be a lot of speculation.

Furthermore, the fact that Zhang Zhan was born has been unearthed, suggesting that he might have been switched at birth.

So, these are the three princes who have come to arrange a marriage.

Fortunately, Ji Baizhang reacted quickly and pulled Ji Baiming back. "You don't even kneel when the Crown Prince comes, but you kneel when the Ninth Prince comes. What are you trying to do, elder brother?"

According to the custom of imperial concubines getting married, today none of the imperial concubine's family elders need to kneel.

Zhao Siwei, dressed in wedding attire, stepped forward to pay his respects, saying, "I have come personally to fetch Tingyao; this is also my father's wish."

With the addition of this sentence, the previous sentence becomes unimportant.

After hearing this, the Ji family members all understood that it was because of Ji Tingyao's maternal family.

Yes, otherwise how could Ji Tingyao have caught the eye of the royal family?

After Tingyao finished paying respects to her ancestors, she came out and shook her head when she saw Madam Yang, indicating that Old Madam Ji still refused to see Tingyao.

Shishi said, "Girl—"

"Call her Your Majesty!" Madam Yang said coldly, "Don't break the rules!"

Shishi quickly corrected herself: "Yes, Your Highness, the Ninth Prince has already gone to the old lady's courtyard gate and said that Your Highness should go with him."

Tingyao hummed in agreement.

The gate to Old Madam Ji's courtyard was tightly closed, and only a maid was at the entrance.

Just one sentence.

"The old lady is ill, and we are afraid that her illness will pass on to the Ninth Prince and the Ninth Princess. We ask that you two not delay the auspicious time."

Tingyao just stared at the tightly closed door, then looked at Zhao Siwei and shook her head at him.

Zhao Siwei: "Grandma Ji,"

He looked toward the courtyard gate and said, "I know you are behind the gate. Today is Tingyao's wedding day. You are looking forward to this day more than anyone else. It's just that you don't like my identity. The old lady will not believe any of my guarantees. But I assure the old lady that I will make sure Tingyao is safe and happy."

Someone brought over a cushion, and Zhao Siwei and Tingyao knelt down to kneel before Old Madam Ji.

Kneel down three times.

Tingyao stood up, tears welling in her eyes. "Grandmother, please wait until I come back to talk to you again."

Madam Yang said, "Your Highness, the auspicious time for the Empress is approaching. Don't delay." She whispered, "Don't worry, the family will take good care of the old lady. When you return home on the third day, we can have a good talk as a family."

Tingyao was pulled by Zhao Siwei towards the outside, "I'll come back with you another day to talk about it."

Tingyao wiped away her tears.

Just like in her previous life, after finishing all of this, Tingyao returned to her palace and collapsed onto her bed, exhausted.

Zhenniang and Se Niang are palace maids assigned to accompany Tingyao. Those who can be by her side are all selected by Zhao Siwei and are very trustworthy.

Zhenniang exclaimed, "Your Highness, you can't sleep! The Ninth Prince hasn't returned yet!"

He hadn't made a single mistake, yet suddenly he started behaving improperly. Luckily, the door was closed, so no one else could see.

Tingyao waved her hand, "It'll only take five minutes..." She was truly exhausted. The royal family was so formalistic; all the red tape was killing her.

I'll be going out to meet the palace women in a little while; they've come to deliver congratulatory gifts, so I'll take the opportunity to see them.

Tingyao changed her clothes and followed the palace maids out.