Chapter 1: Worship with Heroes and Idols

Chapter 1

"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...

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.