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

Tingyao met Ji Anzhi at the screen wall.

Ji Anzhi looked at her sister, tears welling up in her eyes, "Sister..."

Although she wasn't particularly close to Old Mrs. Ji, as her relationship with Tingyao grew better, she genuinely felt her grandmother's kindness towards her.

Now, Zhong Youling has suddenly died at home.

It is extremely difficult to pry any information out if it is not blocked.

In short, they said that Zhong Youling died suddenly because of poisoning, but they never mentioned why or how he was poisoned.

Tingyao dared not say anything. Zhang Zhan had sent someone to tell her the truth about this matter, and specifically warned her that she must never reveal why she died.

Tingyao felt that Zhang Zhan's words were very venomous.

Zhong Youling died of poisoning, but what lies behind that death is the most important question.

As a result, not a single word of this most important point was mentioned.

She was starting to suspect that Zhang Zhan was behind it.

“Sister, Zhong Youling’s death is sometimes related to Zhang Zhan. I’ve thought about it for a long time… I’m sorry, I know Grandmother is dead, but I’m thinking about other people’s deaths. I deserve to be struck by lightning, but I just can’t understand it…”

Ji Anzhi clutched the jade hairpin that Zhong Youling had returned to her. "He's so cautious. Even when he's bullied, he's always cheerful, afraid of causing trouble. The most amazing thing he did was save His Majesty. In fact, His Majesty's life is still hanging on by his side. Do you think... do you think Zhang Zhan might want Zhong Youling to do something..."

The voice gradually lowered: "Zhong Youling refused, and Zhang Zhan said that since you already know, if you don't agree, you're not on the same side."

Tingyao: "Zhang Zhan is not a purely virtuous person, nor is he demonized like this. Zhong Youling is someone Zhao Siwei wants to protect; he has the courage—"

"It's precisely because Zhongyouling is now dependent on Zhao Siwei that I said Zhang Zhan had the guts to go there. It's just Zhongyouling; would Zhao Siwei really kill Zhang Zhan? If another Zhang Zhan dies, wouldn't that be even less beneficial to Zhao Siwei?"

She stopped addressing him as "Ninth Prince" and started calling him by his full name.

"Dying in our own home? How could they be so eager? So it must have been forced! It must have been!" Ji Anzhi's eyes were brimming with tears. "Sister, Zhong Youling is an orphan, heartless and helpless, so no one will give him justice, no one will care about him. I... I think, even if... even if I don't get married, even if I leave the capital in the future, it's okay, I want him to die peacefully..."

Tingyao: "Do you want to come with me to my private residence? I'll send someone to tell Zhang Zhan to come today no matter what."

Ji Anzhi: "Zhang Zhan is sharp-tongued, how could I be his match? I only know that if His Majesty were to die suddenly at this critical juncture, my sister would become the Empress, the mother of the nation. When that time comes, could you help me?"

Tingyao blinked, pondered for a while, and then said, "Zhang Zhan will only tell the truth to His Highness the Ninth Prince about this matter. His Highness said he was unwilling to tell me, so there are too many hidden secrets. The reason I asked you to come with me is that I plan to go through his things to see if there is anything he left for you."

“If you don’t go with me, and I find it and bring it back to you, you’ll think that Zhang Zhan and I are birds of a feather, and that I’m not the sister you love.”

Ji Anzhi's eyes flickered, feeling that Tingyao had misunderstood her. "No, I believe my sister is a good person, otherwise she wouldn't have saved me that day."

She trusted Tingyao the most!

Tingyao: "Now that I'm an imperial concubine, no one will say anything if I send a younger sister to accompany me. Do you want to go?"

Ji Boming is currently thinking about something. After feeling that Ji Anzhi was disobedient, Madam Sun lost her affection for her. Therefore, apart from Madam Yang showing concern and Madam Dou sending her some gifts as a form of ignoring her, no one in the main branch of the family cares about Ji Anzhi anymore.

After taking Tingyao out and getting into the carriage, Tingyao held out tea and asked, "I haven't paid much attention to my little brother, but I'm closer to you. What kind of child is he?"

They weren't familiar with the character at all; they were just living as a character through lines and dialogue.

Ji Anzhi: "I want to straighten out his grinning face, but my mother spoils him terribly. She says that he's the only little brother in the eldest branch of the family and should be cherished. Originally, we were going to send him to my grandmother for fun, but my mother cried and made a scene. Now he's just a little monkey."

Tingyao sipped her tea: "Then you can raise him. Sun aided and abetted the murder of my grandmother. I've already told my father he must be executed, otherwise the Ji family will be branded as unfilial, and the whole family will suffer. But this child will probably hate me and my father, and then he'll start thinking about his sister..."

Even if I don't spell it out, a smart person will understand. The real fear is that the child will hold a grudge when he grows up, which could lead to a terrible disaster.

She didn't care. In a decade or so, she probably wouldn't even be here anymore, but everyone else would still be living here.

Ji Anzhi nodded, "This is not difficult. I will talk to him properly when I get back today. Don't worry, I guarantee she will not hold a grudge against my sister."

The carriage stopped, and Ji Anzhi bent down and stepped out, raising her hands to the person who came out, "Sister, be careful."

Tingyao got off the carriage. Since it was Zhao Siwei's private residence, there was only a lantern hanging on the door.

In the eyes of the nobles in the capital, Zhong Youling was just a doctor and did not hold any official position in the court.

They claimed to be there to offer condolences, but in reality, they were just trying to curry favor with Zhao Siwei.

The gatekeeper, Uncle Leng, led Tingyao and Ji Anzhi inside, explaining which family had sent gifts and who had come to offer incense and prayers. Finally, he said, "Young Master Zhang said that the burial will take place tomorrow."

Ji Anzhi clenched her hands around her waist: "Is it not working?"

“Second Miss Ji, how could this humble man know? We can’t disobey Young Master Zhang’s words, can we?” Uncle Leng chuckled awkwardly. “However, it’s better to be buried sooner rather than later. Everyone’s talking about how the Yan family is in trouble, His Majesty is seriously ill, and Mr. Zhong is gone. It’s like they’re cleaning house, and they’re sending those who don’t want to be cleaned up to their doorstep…”

Ji Anzhi pursed her lips.

Uncle Leng looked at the mourning hall and said, "Although it's not the first time I've seen Prince Zhang cry, this is the first time I've seen him cry with such sorrow. There's no light left in his face or eyes."

"The young master Zhang would cry for an ordinary person?" Ji Anzhi didn't believe it.

Uncle Leng exclaimed, "It seems that Miss Ji has also misunderstood, just like the people outside. In fact, Young Master Zhang and Mr. Zhong get along very well. Don't be fooled by Young Master Zhang's disdain for Mr. Zhong and Mr. Zhong's cowardice. In fact, whenever Mr. Zhong acts recklessly or offends someone intentionally or unintentionally, it is Young Master Zhang who smooths things over for him."

"Relationships have improved a lot these days, and sometimes he even brings food or novel trinkets to Prince Zhang."

Ji Anzhi: "Young Master Zhang sent something to Mr. Zhong?"

That's incredible.

Upon hearing this, Tingyao went inside, took the three sticks of incense from Shishi, bowed and offered them, then slowly dropped the paper money into the brazier.

In the book, the character Zhong Youling managed to survive until the very end.

He died in his past life and he died in this life too. He's the first person to sacrifice himself to the heavens in the butterfly effect.

When Tingyao saw Ji Anzhi who had followed her in, she got up and went out to instruct Uncle Leng, "Close the door. If anyone comes to pay their respects, leave their name and arrange for someone to send them a small gift."

Seeing Tingyao's gaze, Uncle Leng told her to go to the side to talk, and followed her over.

"The burial will take place tomorrow. Where will the burial take place?"

Uncle Leng said, "They are buried over there in the Zhang family ancestral cemetery, facing east. It's a feng shui treasure land, and many scattered noble families are buried there."

Tingyao then said, "I noticed that the coffin is made of the finest pear wood. Was that also arranged by Prince Zhang?"

Uncle Leng said, "Yes, they are all the best ones. It was personally ordered by Prince Zhang. That's why I just said that Miss Ji probably misunderstood Prince Zhang."

"I've seen that everyone at the private residence really likes Mr. Zhong."

Uncle Leng nodded: "Mr. Zhong is handsome, and his personality is actually similar to that of Prince Zhang. His Highness the Ninth Prince heard about this and punished everyone in the mansion."

Tingyao: "When did this happen?"

Uncle Leng: "I haven't been here long."

Tingyao lowered her eyes.

Zhong Youling's appearance this time was meant to replace Zhang Zhan, but he couldn't actually replace him. However, he was forced to learn Zhang Zhan's speech and mannerisms, which did initially leave people somewhat stunned.

Elsewhere, he would certainly be a highly sought-after son-in-law, but in the capital, he was completely overshadowed by Zhang Zhan.

Uncle Leng: "Young Master Zhang has made all the arrangements perfectly. He also left a message that if the Ninth Princess Consort comes, she should not leave yet, but wait here. He will definitely come back later."

Tingyao didn't answer that question. "I'm going to take a look at Mr. Zhong's room. Have you finished tidying up?"

Uncle Leng immediately said, "Young Master Zhang's men have already been dealt with."

Tingyao: ...

Brother Zhang, how can I trust you if you act like this?

You're not really up to something that'll drive your brother crazy, are you?

If you make me a widow in this lifetime, I'll really send you to be a eunuch!

Uncle Leng: "However, these are the things we found. Prince Zhang said that since the Imperial Concubine has arrived, he brought them to you."

He took a hairpin out of his pocket.

It's a very ordinary wooden hairpin, but the carving is superb; it's a ruyi hairpin (a symbol of good fortune).

Tingyao took it and looked at it for a long time, when Ji Anzhi's crying sounded behind her.

Tingyao walked over and handed it to her, "This is for women..."

Whether it's for you or not, you need to determine that for yourself.

However, judging from Ji Anzhi's appearance, it was definitely the right choice for her.

Ji Anzhi reached out and took the wooden Ruyi hairpin.

May everything go as you wish, may everything go as you wish.

She had told Zhong Youling that she used to have a hairpin like that, but when Sun came looking for her and felt that it was beneath her to stay there, she simply pulled it off and threw it out the window.

Tingyao: "This is made of Phoebe zhennan wood. Although it's wood, it's more valuable than gold."

Although Zhao Siwei told Zhong Youling to spend money as he pleased, Zhong Youling didn't know how to use it. He would charge a little money for medical treatment, indicating that he saved people to make money, not to serve Zhao Siwei.

Depending on the condition, Zhong Youling can decide how much or how little she needs to take.

That's enough to accumulate a sum of money.

"Sister, he shouldn't have died, why?" Ji Anzhi held the hairpin, unable to understand. "I'm not sad, I just can't understand. He wanted to break up with me, and I thought that was fine. From now on, we'd just be acquaintances. He's someone who can put up with things, so why did he want to die!"

Her voice rose considerably.

Tingyao instructed Ji Anzhi's two maids, "Let the second young lady go and rest."

Ji Anzhi pushed her away, "Sister, I want to ask Zhang Zhan, I absolutely have to ask Zhang Zhan!"

**

Yan family.

Zhao Siwei frowned and stared coldly at Zhao Fu'er.

Zhao Fu'er felt uneasy under the gaze and went to look at Zhang Zhan, who was leaning against a pillar and seemingly lost in thought.

Zhao Fu'er exclaimed, "I really... he begged me! He's the crown prince! No matter how capable I am, I'm not the one who will inherit the throne! I was so afraid he'd be furious, that's why..."

Zhao Siwei really wanted to close his eyes.

"What am I going to do now that she's dead? She was pregnant, and the Crown Prince fainted from shock. I'm going to keep this under wraps—"

Zhao Siwei said coldly, "Suppress it. If the Crown Princess is dead, you can suppress it, but what about the Empress? Father Emperor is able to handle things well now because the Crown Princess is pregnant. The Eastern Palace can be preserved, and the future monarch's bloodline will have a share from the Yan family. Didn't I tell you to just let the Crown Prince stay by himself?"

Zhao Fu'er: "What about the Crown Prince?"

Zhang Zhan finally spoke, "What can be done if they're all dead? Stop hiding it. Let the Crown Prince know and tell His Majesty. As for that letter, let the Crown Princess accept it. If it saves her sister's life, she'll feel it was worth it in heaven."

She looked at the two of them and said, "I'll go and speak to the Crown Prince."

Zhao Fu'er nodded, her eyes full of gratitude, and then looked at Zhao Siwei, "I've been feeling uneasy these past few days. I thought it was because something big was about to happen, but even after what happened with the Yan family, I still feel uneasy. Could something else be going to happen?"

Zhao Siwei said, "What else could happen? Father will be fine, Auntie, please rest assured. It is a fact that the Yan family is mobilizing troops to rebel. I can't suppress it myself. Only Father's intervention will be effective."

Zhao Fu'er looked up at the sky and said, "The Yan family has retired to their hometown. Who do you think your father will give the Yan family's military power to?"

Zhao Siwei: "Give it to the Crown Prince, what am I supposed to do with it?"

Zhao Fu'er nodded, "Alright, as long as the troops in the suburbs of Beijing are in your hands, that's fine. By the way, did Zhang Zhan cause any trouble for you?"

“He always does legitimate things.” Zhao Siwei looked at the person who came out. “Is Prince Zhang that capable?”

“No,” Zhang Zhan said. “The Crown Prince said he wants to submit a memorial to depose the heir apparent, or request an imperial decree to go to the imperial mausoleum to avoid reflecting on his mistakes. He only asks you not to forget what happened that day, and to make sure that the living members of the Yan family do not sweep the tomb again. He also said that he will tell His Majesty that he misses the Crown Princess too much and has no energy to manage affairs.”

Zhao Siwei rubbed his forehead.

Zhang Zhan said, "In that case, you're probably going to be overheated and overheated."

Zhao Fu'er: "I'll go and talk to them. Alright, the Yan family can't keep surrounding us. You all go and convey the Emperor's message, and then do what you should do."

She paused, then said, "By the way, Zhong Youling is a nice person. I'm planning to hold a grand Taoist ritual for him. Remember to send me his birth date and time."

Zhao Siwei said, "I'll thank your aunt on his behalf."

It wasn't until evening that Zhao Siwei and Zhang Zhan returned to their private residence.

Tingyao and Ji Anzhi were also waiting.

Upon seeing the two enter the room, Ji Anzhi even forgot about etiquette, "Young Master Zhang, how exactly did Zhong Youling die? Why did he die after seeing you? Or did he commit suicide!"

"If you don't believe me, just open the coffin and take a look. You can call a coroner to examine the body. Why would I kill him? What does he have that I don't have? And what is there about his possessions that I should envy?"

Zhang Zhan retorted coldly.