Chapter 4: Mo Jiuye was carried back.

Chapter 4

He Zhiran continued to dodge the guards' sight to find the harvest target, while her consciousness also entered the space to check.

She thought that the Duke of Protector's mansion was profound, and would have some savings.

Who knew that except for some fabrics that looked a little gorgeous, there were some food, coarse and fine grain, and half a box of silver ingots.

As for antiques, calligraphy and painting, gold, silver and jewellery, there was little.

The prestigious Duke of Protector's mansion turned out to be so poor, which shows the integrity of the Mo Family.

However, it was such a loyal family for generations that was feared by the monarch, which was simply unreasonable.

That half box of silver, estimated to be only 10,000 taels, although less than imagined, He Zhiran firmly believed that it would be better than nothing on the exile journey.

He Zhiran thought about it while acting. Wherever she could easily enter, she collected all the items into the space until the space was full that she reluctantly returned to her own yard.

At this time, more than an hour had passed since she went out.

Qiao Yu was still conscientiously guarding outside the door. He Zhiran jumped directly into the bedroom through the window.

She had just changed out of her camouflage clothes when she heard hurried footsteps outside.

"What's wrong with the Duke?"

He Zhiran heard Qiao Yu's anxious questioning and hurried out.

I saw Mo Jiuye being carried in by two guards on a door plate, walking towards the house.

"Madam, the Duke is injured. Subordinates will send him back first and immediately invite the imperial physician."

After speaking, the two guards had moved Mo Jiuye from the door plate to the bed.

The two guards left, Qiao Yu walked to He Zhiran's side with red eyes.

"Young Miss, the Duke was fine when he went out just now. How could he become unconscious so soon?"

He Zhiran was also observing Mo Jiuye's situation. She saw him with his eyes closed, seeming to be in a coma.

"You go to the door first to wait. Bring the imperial physician in as soon as he arrives."

Her first priority was to distract Qiao Yu, and then help Mo Jiuye check his injuries.

"Yes!" Qiao Yu responded and turned to leave.

He Zhiran adjusted the two large red candles to the brightest state and placed them on the bedside, ready to check Mo Jiuye's condition.

Recalling He Zhiran's repeated exhortations before leaving, Mo Jiuye refused to enter on the grounds that men were not allowed in the harem.

Seeing that things did not develop according to his plan, the emperor was furious and charged Mo Jiuye with the crime of disobeying orders.

Although disobeying orders was a capital crime, the emperor also knew that punishing Mo Jiuye like this was unreasonable. Once the truth was revealed, he would lose face as the monarch of the country.

However, he didn't want to let Mo Jiuye go just like that. After weighing, he had him beaten 50 strokes.

Not only did Mo Jiuye get 50 less strokes, but He Zhiran's pad also protected him, leaving him with only minor external injuries.

However, to cover up, Mo Jiuye deliberately pretended to be unconscious and was carried back to the Duke of Protector's mansion.

In Mo Jiuye's mind, he felt that He Zhiran might know some other things.

"Is there anything else happening in your dream?"

He Zhiran was just waiting for Mo Jiuye to take the initiative to ask. She solemnly said, "I also dreamed that the Duke of Protector's mansion was searched and exiled."

"Searched and exiled?" Mo Jiuye widened his eyes, obviously a little shocked.

He Zhiran nodded seriously, "If the time is not wrong, it will be tomorrow morning."

"Tomorrow morning?"

"Yes, tomorrow morning. After the morning court starts, there will be ministers impeaching, and the evidence of your colluding with the enemy and treason that they prepared in advance."

For some reason, Mo Jiuye did not doubt He Zhiran's words too much.

After all, there were often some signs before things happened.

Just like being inexplicably summoned to the palace tonight, and then getting 50 strokes.

And there were other things that Mo Jiuye was not completely unaware of.

At this moment, Mo Jiuye had fallen into deep thought.

Whether or not what He Zhiran said would come true, he felt it necessary to make some preparations in advance.

With this thought, Mo Jiuye looked at He Zhiran.

"Send someone to inform my mother and sisters-in-law now. Just say that I was seriously injured and unconscious when I returned from the imperial palace. They will definitely come back here to see me. I will mention this to them at that time."

For some reason, Mo Jiuye strangely believed in this woman he was not very familiar with at this time.

At the same time, he maintained the same attitude towards He Zhiran, preferring to believe it than not, even if it was a waste of effort, it would be better than being caught off guard when things happened.