The Little Darling Wife Who is a Divine Doctor Saved the Entire Family of the Duke's Mansion Chapter 3: Space Emerges

He Zhiran rapidly organized her thoughts. She had truly transmigrated, and this medical space served as the legendary golden finger from her crossing over.

To swiftly master how this space functioned, He Zhiran murmured softly, "Go out."

As expected, her figure instantly returned to the dowry storage room.

She seized a nearby box first, shifting it mentally, and both she and the box materialized inside the space—proving that external items could enter this realm.

After setting the box aside, He Zhiran wasted no time in the dowry room and hurried back to the bridal chamber.

Even with the space at her disposal, she needed a smart strategy before the exile decree arrived, maximizing the supplies she could take.

He Zhiran settled onto the bridal bed, deep in contemplation.

According to historical accounts, Mo Jiuye was summoned to the palace at dawn and brought back unconscious, barely clinging to life.

Rumors held that within an hour of Mo Jiuye's return, imperial troops encircled the Duke of Protector's mansion while the emperor decreed the family's confiscation and exile.

He Zhiran glanced at the clock inside the space, now reading 10 pm.

This meant no more than 10 hours remained until the decree dropped.

He Zhiran resolved to exploit every moment left.

Mind made up, she vanished into the space, searching until she located a camouflage outfit from her mission days in her past life.

Slipping into the camo, she twisted her hair into a tidy bun, strapped on climbing claws and wire, then sneaked out of the yard, dodging the maids' watchful eyes.

To scout the Duke of Protector's mansion layout, He Zhiran agilely scaled a sturdy ancient tree.

Perched high, surveying the grounds, she figured her courtyard lay somewhat to the west, with denser clusters of buildings eastward.

Yet she held back from heading there.

Judging by the surroundings, those eastern courtyards likely housed the sisters-in-law and mothers-in-law, holding personal valuables at best.

But in this dire pinch, locating the main warehouse beat burglarizing rooms one by one.

Decision firm, He Zhiran stealthily advanced westward.

True to its prestige, the Duke of Protector's mansion brimmed with tight security.

Along the way, patrols with weapons crossed her path repeatedly.

She noticed guards thickening the further west she ventured.

Drawing on her old-life expertise, she employed anti-detection maneuvers to reach a certain courtyard.

It barely qualified as a courtyard—more like an expansive structure.

From afar, He Zhiran spotted two guards posted there.

No question, something vital lay within—undoubtedly the Duke of Protector's mansion warehouse.

To lure them away, she snatched a pebble from the ground and flung it toward the nearby pond.

The stone splashed into the water with a sharp "plop," jarringly loud in the silent night.

"Who's there?"

The guards reacted fast, dashing to the pond weapons ready.

He Zhiran seized the moment, darting to the building's entrance.

Where guards stood, locks followed.

Without hesitation, her mind dove into the space, retrieving top-grade pointed tweezers; a quick twist in the keyhole, and it clicked open.

While the guards remained absent, He Zhiran flung the door wide and slipped inside at top speed.

Pitch darkness reigned, but faint moonlight revealed shelves lining the walls.

No leisure for inspection—He Zhiran grabbed items from the closest shelf; smooth and silky, clearly fabrics.

Confirmation: this was the Duke of Protector's warehouse.

To hasten things, she willed every item off the shelves into her space, sparing only the empty racks.

Just as she wrapped up, the guards returned from their check.

"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."

Now that the two guards were back, He Zhiran had to devise a plan to slip away without detection.

After pondering briefly, it hit her that a brand-new mini drone remained in her space.

Plan set, He Zhiran agilely vaulted onto the roof beam, carefully lifted a tile, and pulled out the drone.

With expert control, she sent the drone soaring to a distant location. Judging the range perfect, she flicked the remote to activate its laser light and sound wave.

Instantly, the guard who'd just taken his stance got pulled by the noise, then spotted a white light beam lancing toward a nearby courtyard.

"What's that?"

"There's an assassin."

"Let's go check it out quickly."

As the guards' footsteps receded further, He Zhiran darted from the warehouse, remembering to secure the lock once more.

Dashing to safety, she sprang onto a massive tree, used the remote to deactivate the drone's laser light and sound wave, sure the men would return empty-handed.

True enough, after fruitless searches till the light faded, the guards grudgingly headed back to 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."

Noticing the guards' vigilance fully dropped, He Zhiran swiftly leaped from the tree, recalled the drone to her palm, and stowed it in the space.