The Little Darling Wife Who is a Divine Doctor Saved the Entire Family of the Duke's Mansion Chapter 2: Reminder

While dashing forward and yelling, He Zhiran worried she might fail to match Mo Jiuye's speed.

"Mo Jiuye, wait for me..."

After chasing him for quite some time, she finally caught sight of Mo Jiuye's crimson silhouette up ahead.

Mo Jiuye glanced back, his face remaining expressionless as he asked: "What's wrong?"

He Zhiran hurried up to Mo Jiuye, panting heavily, then tugged his arm to pull him back.

"What are you up to?" Mo Jiuye furrowed his brows and questioned.

He Zhiran struggled to explain her intent clearly, so she vaguely replied, "I sense that you might face a scheme when entering the palace this time."

As she spoke those words, He Zhiran braced herself for Mo Jiuye's interrogation.

Yet Mo Jiuye surprised her by countering, "What did you hear?"

Truth be told, ever since returning to the capital from the borderlands, Mo Jiuye had sensed someone targeting him, particularly the Emperor, whose conversations always felt insincerely warm.

He Zhiran naturally couldn't admit knowing the historical events, so faced with the follow-up question, she gritted her teeth and responded.

"I already said, it's just a bad feeling I have."

To Mo Jiuye, her words sounded quite implausible, but with his rush to reach the palace, he chose not to press further right then.

He let He Zhiran guide him along, yielding control to her.

He Zhiran paced around the Bridal Chamber courtyard briefly before fixing her gaze on the carriage she had arrived in.

Releasing Mo Jiuye's arm, she dashed inside the carriage and grabbed a thick padded cushion.

This cushion was a staple the original owner carried whenever leaving her family home. Detesting the jolts of any carriage ride, the thoughtful Madam He had servants craft it specially for her.

He Zhiran tested the cushion's thickness and found it sufficient, then offered it to Mo Jiuye.

"If you trust me, tuck this behind your back—it could protect you."

She paused briefly before adding, "Also, should anyone say the Emperor calls you to the harem, refuse to go."

This was the utmost she could manage for the moment. Whether Mo Jiuye avoided bodily harm rested on his own luck.

Mo Jiuye wavered momentarily but accepted the cushion nonetheless.

As he started to depart, he called back, "It's getting late—don't stay up for me, rest soon!"

Gazing at Mo Jiuye's departing form, He Zhiran couldn't resist one last reminder: "Remember to place the pad behind you."

With no further reply from Mo Jiuye, He Zhiran turned and headed back.

Returning to the courtyard, she found her eight sisters-in-law and young aunt waiting anxiously.

These eight sisters-in-law, seasoned in such matters, approached He Zhiran upon her return and offered comforting words.

"Sisters-in-law, don't fret. The Emperor summoning brother-in-law so late must mean urgent business. He'll surely return quickly."

"Exactly, brother-in-law will make it back in time for your wedding night."

"..."

The sisters-in-law's warmth overwhelmed her; He Zhiran appreciated their kindness but could barely absorb their reassurances.

Observing her eight youthful sisters-in-law, He Zhiran's heart twinged with pity.

These unfortunate women were fated to become young widows.

Ultimately, exile awaited them all.

After much thought, He Zhiran resolved to caution them anyway.

"Sisters-in-law, I've had this eerie dream lately, foretelling a search and exile for the Duke of Protector's mansion."

The typically composed eldest sister-in-law Cui Biting stepped forward, clasping her arm softly: "Sister-in-law, you mustn't speak such words lightly. Our Duke of Protector's family has served loyally for generations—how could we face search and exile?"

"Nonsense... No speaking such omens. Sister-in-law, we'll act as if we never heard it tonight." Second sister-in-law Xie Fang spat on the ground twice right away.

He Zhiran anticipated this reaction to her warning, yet she refused to drop the matter.

"Sisters-in-law, I truly wish it were false, but the dream feels so vivid, repeating identically each night. Better to treat it as truth, prepare in advance—it can't harm us."

As He Zhiran spoke convincingly, everyone felt torn inside.

Little aunt Mo Hanyue, sheltered by elders her whole life and thus the most fainthearted, burst into frightened tears at He Zhiran's words.

The young girl whimpered, "Sister-in-law, I'm terrified. This can't be real."

Upon seeing this, the eldest sister-in-law drew her into a warm embrace and softly reassured her, "Don't be afraid, Hanyue, they say dreams are reversed."

Mo Hanyue brushed the tears from the corners of her eyes and nestled closely into her eldest sister-in-law's arms.

Glancing around at everyone present, the eldest sister-in-law announced, "It's late, sister-in-law has had a tiring day, let her rest early!"

He Zhiran wasn't sure if her words convinced anyone, yet she had fulfilled her responsibility, leaving her to face the future one step at a time.

Once back in her chamber, after the maids assisted with her evening wash, He Zhiran dismissed them all.

Silence was what she sought right now. Only with a settled mind could she meticulously plan her next moves.

Under the flicker of crimson candlelight, the bridal chamber displayed its lavish splendor. Regrettably, she lacked the means to carry away such treasures.

Given the situation, she resolved to prioritize the most easily carried silver notes.

The exact number of silver notes in the Duke of Protector's mansion eluded her knowledge. Her parental dowry included precisely two thousand taels worth of them.

Holding the silver notes, He Zhiran's immediate worry surged: during the house search, they would certainly frisk her body. How to stash them undetected?

Having a personal space like those transmigrated heroines from novels would be perfect. She could tuck the notes inside, ensuring absolute safety. But sadly...

Even as she inwardly griped about the unfairness of transmigration deities, the view before her abruptly transformed.

The familiar sight that greeted her eyes was none other than her medical clinic.

Had she actually survived?

Harsh reality quickly shattered He Zhiran's fleeting hope.

She pushed against the clinic door, yet it stood firm like a mere decoration, utterly immovable with no crack visible.

The windows proved identical, sealed as though soldered closed...