"Everyone, please look. This is the famous Mausoleum of Mo Jiuye, the renowned general in history," the tour guide said, waving a small flag and leading the tourists towards the entrance of the underground palace.

For some reason, He Zhiran felt a sense of solemnity when she arrived here.

As a special forces medic, she didn't worship celebrities, only heroes.

The owner of this mausoleum, Mo Jiuye, was one of the heroes she admired.

Mo Jiuye was the top general of the Da Shun Dynasty. He led the army to defeat foreign enemies thoroughly.

However, even a hero like him was suspected and dismissed from his official position by the emperor at that time, just because of his great reputation and power.

Listening to the guide's verbose introduction, He Zhiran sighed constantly in her heart.

It could only be said that this hero was born at the wrong time. If Mo Jiuye could have lived a few more years until the new emperor took the throne, he would have been redressed. Unfortunately, fate played a trick on him and he died on the way to exile...

Just as He Zhiran was immersed in her own thoughts, she suddenly felt a violent shaking under her feet.

Someone shouted, "Run quickly, it's an earthquake!"

With He Zhiran's skills, she could have successfully escaped from this natural disaster. However, in order to save people, she stayed here forever.

Before she lost consciousness, He Zhiran's lips curled up slightly, "It's also good to be buried here with the hero."

...

Da Shun Dynasty.

The Duke of Protector's residence was decorated with colored lights and resounded with drums and music.

"First bow to heaven and earth!"

Following the loud and long yell, He Zhiran felt like a puppet being helped to bow.

"Second bow to the high hall!"

"Bride and groom, bow to each other!"

"Enter the bridal chamber..."

He Zhiran still felt a little dizzy, but it did not stop her from receiving the memory of this body.

Ignoring the noisy congratulations and the endless auspicious words of the matchmaker, He Zhiran's mind was completely immersed in her own thoughts.

After sorting out these memories, she had to accept the fact that she had crossed over.

What's more, she crossed over and became the new bride of the famous hero Mo Jiuye she admired...

The original owner had the same name as her, He Zhiran. She was the eldest daughter of He Yuanming, the current Minister of Revenue. She was betrothed to Mo Jiuye since she was a child.

The Mo family had been loyal for generations. All the men sacrificed themselves for the country, and now only Mo Jiuye was left.

Five years ago, after Mo Jiuye's eldest brother died on the battlefield, the 16-year-old Mo Jiuye took charge of the troops. At the same time, he alone supported the Duke of Protector's residence full of widows.

Now Mo Jiuye had returned triumphantly. Following the arrangements of the old Madam Mo, the wedding took place on an auspicious day.

However, the original owner wanted to cancel the marriage. She didn't want to be a widow like those women in the Duke of Protector's residence for the rest of her life.

After all, the Mo men, without exception, died on the battlefield at a young age.

The original owner tried every means to cancel the marriage. But her righteous and honest father, He Yuanming, did not agree to cancel the marriage under any circumstances.

In order to let the original owner marry into the Duke of Protector's residence smoothly, He Yuanming and his wife Ling Xueyan had no choice but to give the original owner some drugs, thinking that after the rice was cooked into cooked rice, their daughter would have to resign herself to fate.

It was unknown whether they misjudged the dosage, which led to the original owner's death in the bridal sedan. This allowed the arrival of He Zhiran.

However, what confused He Zhiran was that in the history she knew, there was no mention of Mo Jiuye having a wife until he was exiled.

Could it be that the original owner really died in the bridal sedan and failed to worship the ancestors with Mo Jiuye, so it was not recorded?

Just as she was lost in thought, the noise outside the bridal chamber grew louder.

Her maid of honor Qiao Yu lightly touched her arm, "Miss, the young master is here."

He Zhiran responded softly, "Okay."

A group of people escorted Mo Jiuye in red wedding clothes into the bridal chamber.

"Young Master, lift the veil now! Don't miss the auspicious time." The matchmaker happily handed Mo Jiuye a balance rod tied with red ribbons.

"Ninth brother, hurry up. We are all waiting to see the ninth brother's wife!"

"That's right, ninth brother. Don't be shy..."

Holding the balancing rod, Mo Jiuye was escorted by several sisters-in-law to He Zhiran.

He stopped and lightly lifted the red veil covering He Zhiran's sight under everyone's gaze.

He Zhiran instinctively looked at the person in front of her.

She guessed he was about 185cm tall, with a straight posture and strong limbs.

His distinct features were as exquisite as sculpture. His extraordinarily handsome face was somewhat similar to the portrait in the mausoleum.

His expressionless face and sharp, deep eyes unconsciously gave people a sense of oppression!

In He Zhiran's heart, her great hero should look like this.

Just as she was a little distracted, Mo Jiuye said coldly.

"Have you looked enough?"

Only then did He Zhiran realize that she had been absent-minded just now.

Looking into those deep eyes, He Zhiran blurted out, "Yeah, looked enough. Just so-so."

It wasn't that she didn't respect the great hero, but with so many people around, this man didn't give her any face at all, so she didn't have to deliberately flatter him.

Seeing the two were off to a bad start just after getting married, Sister-in-law Deng Xue quickly smoothed things over.

"Ninth brother, ninth sister-in-law, don't spoil the auspicious time. Drink the wedding toast and rest early."

Sister-in-law Feng Cuilian also came up and said, "Yes, you have to work hard and give birth to many children for the Mo family."

Listening to these sisters-in-law, even He Zhiran with a modern soul couldn't help blushing a little.

In her previous life as a 24-year-old only child, she only wanted to serve the country and never thought about encountering such an embarrassing situation one day.

In order not to show her embarrassment, she lowered her head quickly.

This action was misunderstood by others again.

Sister-in-law Xiao Qinger held He Zhiran's hand, "Ninth sister-in-law, don't be shy. You'll get used to these sisters-in-law after a while. They just like joking."

He Zhiran tried to explain, "I'm not shy."

Just as a few other sisters-in-law were about to say something, a voice came from outside the door.

"Young Master, His Majesty has sent an oral message and ordered you to go to the palace immediately."

Upon hearing this, He Zhiran's heart thumped.

Seeing that Mo Jiuye had already turned to leave, she grabbed the maid beside her and asked, "Qiao Yu, what year and month is it now?"

Qiao Yu was stunned for a moment. With a puzzled look on her face, she answered, "Miss, have you forgotten your own wedding day? Today is the eighth day of the seventh month in the 19th year of the Shun Yuan era!"

"Oh no!"

Watching Mo Jiuye's departing figure, He Zhiran's first reaction was that since she had come, she had to do her best to let her idol hero live.

He Zhiran suddenly stood up, regardless of her still weak body and the puzzled eyes of the sisters-in-law. She lifted her skirt and rushed out.

If she remembered correctly, on this day Mo Jiuye was summoned to the palace late at night by the emperor, and was falsely charged with trespassing the imperial harem. He was given one hundred heavy strokes.

The next day, Mo Jiuye was charged with the crime of betraying the country to the enemy. The Duke of Protector's residence was confiscated and Mo Jiuye was exiled.

He Zhiran ran while shouting, afraid that she couldn't keep up with Mo Jiuye's pace.

"Mo Jiuye, wait for me..."

She chased him for a long time before finally seeing Mo Jiuye's red figure ahead.

Mo Jiuye turned around, still looking at her with no expression: "What's the matter?"

He Zhiran ran over to Mo Jiuye, out of breath, and pulled his arm to walk back.

"What are you doing?" Mo Jiuye frowned and asked.

He Zhiran didn't know how to explain her purpose, she could only vaguely say, "I have a hunch that you're afraid of being plotted against when you enter the palace this time."

When she said this, He Zhiran was already prepared to be questioned by Mo Jiuye.

However, Mo Jiuye did not do so, but asked in return, "What have you heard?"

In fact, since Mo Jiuye returned to the capital from the border, he had a vague feeling of being targeted, especially by the Emperor, who always gave him a hypocritical feeling when talking to him.

He Zhiran certainly couldn't say that she knew this history, so when asked again, she could only bite the bullet and answer.

"I told you, I just have a bad hunch."

In Mo Jiuye's eyes, her explanation was too far-fetched, but at this moment he was in a hurry to enter the palace, and had no intention of asking further.

He allowed He Zhiran to lead him and gave her the initiative.

He Zhiran lingered around the yard of the Bridal Chamber for a while, and finally settled her eyes on the carriage she was riding in.

She let go of Mo Jiuye's arm, ran into the carriage, and took out a thick cushion.

This was something the original owner often brought with her when going out from her parents' home. Whether it was a carriage or carriage, she hated the bumps, so the meticulous Madam He ordered the servants to make her a cushion.

He Zhiran squeezed the thickness of the cushion, it was still acceptable, turned around and handed it to Mo Jiuye.

"If you believe me, put this pad behind you, it may help you."

After a pause, she added, "Also, if someone claims the Emperor has summoned you to the harem, you must not go."

This was all she could do for now. Whether Mo Jiuye could escape physical suffering depended on his own fortune.

Mo Jiuye hesitated for a moment, but still took the cushion.

As he turned to leave, he said, "It's late, don't wait for me, go to rest early!"

Watching Mo Jiuye's retreating figure, He Zhiran still couldn't help reminding him, "Don't forget to put the pad behind you."

Getting no more response from Mo Jiuye, He Zhiran could only go back the same way.

Back in the yard, she saw eight sister-in-laws and one little aunt waiting there.

The eight sister-in-laws were all experienced people. Seeing He Zhiran come back, they couldn't help but come up and comfort her.

"Sister-in-law, don't worry. The Emperor summoned brother-in-law so late, he must have some urgent matter. I'm sure it won't take too long."

"That's right, brother-in-law will definitely come back in time to consummate your marriage."

"..."

The sister-in-laws were too enthusiastic. He Zhiran also knew they were all showing her goodwill, but she couldn't take in what they were saying at the moment.

Looking at the eight very young sister-in-laws, He Zhiran felt a moment of heartache.

The poor women were doomed to become young widows.

In the end, they would fall to exile.

Thinking it over, He Zhiran still decided to warn them.

"Sister-in-laws, I've been having a strange dream these days, saying that the Duke of Protector's mansion will be searched and exiled."

The usually calm eldest sister-in-law Cui Biting came over and grabbed her arm, speaking gently, "Sister-in-law, you can't say such things randomly. Our Duke of Protector's family has been loyal for generations, how could we possibly be searched and exiled?"

"Nonsense... We can't say such unlucky things. Sister-in-law, let's pretend we didn't hear that today." The second sister-in-law Xie Fang immediately spat on the ground twice.

He Zhiran knew this would be the effect after her warning, but she didn't intend to give up just like that.

"Sisters-in-law, I also hope this is not true, but this dream is so real, and it's the same scene every day, so I feel we might as well believe it and make some preparations ahead of time, it won't hurt."

Everyone looked at He Zhiran talking plausibly there, and they were instantly conflicted.

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The little aunt Mo Hanyue, who had been raised by so many elders all her life, was the most timid. Hearing He Zhiran's words, she was already scared to tears.

The little girl said tearfully, "Sister-in-law, I'm scared. This can't be true."

Seeing this, the eldest sister-in-law hugged her and gently comforted her, "Don't be afraid, Hanyue, they say dreams are reversed."

Mo Hanyue wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and snuggled into the eldest sister-in-law's arms.

The eldest sister-in-law looked around at everyone and said, "It's late, sister-in-law has had a tiring day, let her rest early!"

He Zhiran didn't know if anyone believed her words, but she had done what she should, and could only take it one step at a time from now on.

Back in the room, after several maids had finished helping her wash up, He Zhiran sent them all away.

What she needed now was quiet. Only by calming down could she think carefully about the next step.

In the light of the red candles, she could see the dazzling array of the entire bridal chamber. It was a pity that she didn't have the ability to take these things away.

Since this was the case, she could only focus on the most portable silver tickets.

She didn't know how many silver tickets were in the Duke of Protector's mansion right now. Her dowry from her parents contained exactly two thousand taels of silver tickets.

With the silver tickets in hand, He Zhiran's first thought was that when the house was searched, someone would definitely search her. Where could she hide these tickets without being found?

If she also had a space like those transmigrated female leads in novels, that would be great. She could put the tickets in the space and it would be perfectly safe. But unfortunately...

Just as she complained that transmigration gods were unfair, she suddenly felt the scene in front of her change.

The scene in front of her was so familiar, this was her medical office.

Could it be that she didn't die?

Soon, He Zhiran was ruthlessly defeated by the facts.

She tried to push open the door of the medical office, but the door was like a prop, completely unresponsive, not even a gap could be seen.

The windows were the same, as if welded shut...

He Zhiran quickly sorted out her thoughts. She had indeed transmigrated, and this medical office was the so-called transmigration golden finger.

In order to quickly grasp the operation of this space, He Zhiran softly said, "Go out."

Sure enough, her body reappeared in the dowry storage room.

She first grabbed a box, moved it with her thoughts, and her whole person and the box reappeared in the space, which showed that this space allowed external objects to enter.

After putting down the box, He Zhiran did not stay in the dowry room any longer, but went back to the bridal chamber.

Although she had the space, she had to formulate a reasonable plan before the imperial edict of exile was issued, in order to carry more supplies.

He Zhiran sat on the bridal bed and pondered.

If the historical records were correct, Mo Jiuye was called to the imperial palace in the early morning and was carried back unconscious, with only one breath left.

It was said that less than an hour after Mo Jiuye returned to the mansion, the emperor sent troops to surround the Duke of Protector's mansion, and at the same time issued an imperial edict to confiscate the family property and exile them.

He Zhiran looked at the clock in the space, which already showed 10 pm.

That is to say, there are at most 10 hours left before the imperial edict is issued.

He Zhiran plans to make full use of the remaining time.

With the idea in mind, she flashed into the space, rummaged around, and found a camouflage suit that she often wore when going on missions in her previous life.

He Zhiran changed into camouflage, neatly coiled her hair into a simple bun, put on climbing claws and wire, and slipped out of the yard evading the maidservants' sight.

In order to observe the terrain of the Duke of Protector's mansion, He Zhiran nimbly climbed a thick big tree.

Standing on the big tree and looking around, He Zhiran could initially determine that the courtyard she was in was slightly west, and she needed to go east to get to the area with denser courtyards.

However, she did not do so.

From the environment, He Zhiran analyzed that the courtyards in the east should be the residences of the sisters-in-law and mothers-in-law. Even if there were some valuables there, they were the private possessions of individuals.

However, given the current urgent situation, it would be easier to find the warehouse than to ransack the courtyards one by one like a thief.

Determined, He Zhiran groped her way west.

As expected of the Duke of Protector's mansion, the guards were extremely strict.

All the way, He Zhiran encountered several guards patrolling with weapons from time to time.

And she found that the more west she went, the more guards there were.

Using her skills from her previous life, she came to a courtyard using anti-reconnaissance techniques.

It couldn't be called a courtyard, but rather a relatively large house.

Observing from a distance, He Zhiran found that there were actually two guards guarding it.

Without a doubt, He Zhiran guessed that there must be something important here, most likely the warehouse of the Duke of Protector's mansion.

In order to divert the guards, she picked up a small pebble from the ground and threw it towards the nearby pond.

The pebble fell into the pond with a "plop" sound, which was particularly abrupt in this quiet night.

"Who's there?"

The guard quickly noticed something wrong and ran towards the pond with his weapon.

He Zhiran dared not delay, and immediately came to the front of the house.

Naturally, there would be an iron lock where there were guards.

Without thinking twice, He Zhiran's consciousness quickly entered the space, took out the finest pointed tweezers, turned the tweezers in the keyhole a few times, and the lock opened.

Taking advantage of the guards not having returned yet, He Zhiran opened the door and entered at the fastest speed.

It was pitch black inside, and in the dim moonlight she could see that the surroundings were all shelves.

He Zhiran had no time to check carefully, she just reached out and touched the items on the nearest shelf. It felt slippery, like some kind of fabric.

There was no doubt that this was the warehouse of the Duke of Protector's mansion.

In order to save time, He Zhiran directly used her mind to put all the items in the warehouse into the space, leaving only the shelves that held the items.

Just as she had finished collecting the items here, the guards who had gone to check the situation came back.

"I think you're just too nervous. There's no one there, making us rush over for nothing."

"I definitely heard movement by the pond."

"There are plenty of frogs this season. Jumping into the pond could make that sound."

"Alright alright, I was overthinking it, let's not argue, let's stand guard properly."

The two guards had returned, and now He Zhiran needed to consider how to leave unnoticed.

After thinking for a moment, she suddenly remembered that there was still a new mini drone in the space.

With a strategy in mind, He Zhiran nimbly leapt onto the roof beam, gently pried open a tile, then took out the drone.

Skillfully manipulating the drone, she flew it to a place further away. When she felt the distance was about right, she used the remote control again to turn on the drone's laser light and sound wave.

The guard, who had just found a position to stand, was instantly attracted by the sound, and then saw a beam of white light shooting at a certain courtyard.

"What's that?"

"There's an assassin."

"Let's go check it out quickly."

Listening to the guard's footsteps getting farther and farther away, He Zhiran quickly got out of the warehouse, not forgetting to re-lock the lock.

Running to a safe distance, she leapt onto a big tree, used the remote control to turn off the drone's laser light and sound wave, believing that those people would naturally come back after failing to find the target.

Sure enough, after circling around and finding nothing until the light disappeared, the guards reluctantly returned to the front of the warehouse door.

"It really feels strange tonight, nothing will happen right?"

"I feel very weird too, should we report to the Duke?"

"How dare you have the gall to disturb the Duke on his wedding night in the bridal chamber?"

"You're right, let's talk about it tomorrow morning, as long as the warehouse is safe."

Seeing that the two guards had completely lowered their vigilance, He Zhiran nimbly jumped down from the tree, maneuvered the drone back into her hands, then put it away in the space.