Chapter 2: Reminder

Chapter 2

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."

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

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...