The Little Darling Wife Who is a Divine Doctor Saved the Entire Family of the Duke's Mansion-Chapter 29: Husband and Wife Night Talk (Part 2)

He Zhiran only then remembered that her father had also slipped a letter into Mo Jiuye's hands today.

Since the letter was for Mo Jiuye, she did not have the habit of prying into other people's privacy. Although curious about what was written inside, she did not take the initiative to ask.

Mo Jiuye was able to mention this letter, so he did not intend to conceal the contents.

"The contents of the letter are very simple. My father-in-law said he would privately collect evidence of my innocence to help me reverse the verdict, and he also hopes that I can treat you well."

"That's all?" He Zhiran was clearly a little unbelievable.

Mo Jiuye affirmed: "Well, just that."

He Zhiran fell into thought again.

After her parents came to see her off today, the first thing she thought of was her father's situation at court.

He Yuanming was Mo Jiuye's father-in-law. Would Emperor Shunwu vent his anger on him as a result?

If this is really the case, wouldn't He Yuanming's days to come be like an ant on a chopping block, with the possibility of being crushed by Emperor Shunwu at any time?

Seeing He Zhiran lost in thought, Mo Jiuye spoke again.

"My father-in-law is clean and honest in office, and handles things in an orderly manner. The emperor is reluctant to lose such a capable minister, so don't worry too much."

After listening to Mo Jiuye's words, He Zhiran felt a little more at ease.

"It's getting late, go to bed earlier, we still have to travel tomorrow." Mo Jiuye was worried that He Zhiran's body could not stand it.

After talking so much, and wasting a lot of brain cells thinking, He Zhiran was also feeling sleepy now.

"Okay, you rest early too."

She thought she could fall asleep as soon as she closed her eyes, but He Zhiran still tossed and turned, and even though she was sleepy, she still couldn't fall asleep.

The space in the wooden cart was not very large, and she and Mo Jiuye were almost pressed tightly together.

Feeling each other's body heat, not only He Zhiran, but Mo Jiuye was also having trouble sleeping.

Hearing her breathing was not so steady, Mo Jiuye spoke again softly.

"Pretending to be in a coma is not a lasting solution. I plan to wake up after we are out of the capital."

"You can decide the timing yourself." He Zhiran replied vaguely.

In fact, Mo Jiuye had ulterior motives when he said this.

The purpose of what he said was to draw out He Zhiran.

Who knew, she just told him to make up his own mind, and didn't say anything he didn't already know.

"Aren't you curious why I plan to wake up after we're out of the capital?"

"I guess you're worried there are the emperor's spies watching us."

This is what He Zhiran thought, and Mo Jiuye's ideas matched hers completely.

"If it was just me it would be okay, escaping from here would be easy, and I could disappear forever without being found.

But there are too many Mohist women and children, I can't be sure I can take care of everyone.

Moreover, your maternal relatives are in the capital city. Once I take you away, those relatives of yours in the capital will also likely get implicated.

I feel even more sorry for you, having just married into the Mo family, but having to be exiled along with us.

My mother and sisters-in-law are pitiful enough already, having to suffer this misfortune. "

His heartfelt words unconsciously showed that Mo Jiuye had begun to believe in He Zhiran.

He Zhiran could understand Mo Jiuye's helplessness.

After all, she had witnessed his martial arts skill with her own eyes. Trying to escape under the noses of these yamen runners was simply a walk in the park for him.

This showed that Mo Jiuye was not a selfish person.

"It's happened already, what we need to do now is protect our family and ourselves, with the first goal being to arrive safely in the northwest."

As for her knowledge of subsequent historical events, He Zhiran did not mention it.

Because her arrival had already changed the number of times Mo Jiuye was recorded in history as being beaten with a plank.

She believed that this history was very likely to continue to change because of her arrival.

Mo Jiuye was actually already disheartened, he did not dare to guarantee that the whole family could arrive intact in the northwest.

But after listening to He Zhiran's words, he felt a surge of confidence.

He was a towering man, the only hope for the Mohist family.

If even he was thinking of going with the flow, how would his mother, wife, sisters and sisters-in-law manage?

He had to pull himself together and face all future difficulties positively.

"I will definitely do my best to keep everyone alive."

Perhaps it was the too depressing content of their conversation that successfully distracted He Zhiran.

At this moment, she had forgotten the fact that she was sleeping next to a man.

The two chatted briefly about future plans again, and He Zhiran unknowingly fell asleep.

Hearing the steady breathing beside him, Mo Jiuye thoughtfully pulled the quilt up to cover her before slowly closing his eyes.

Although He Zhiran had fallen asleep, her habit of getting up early from her previous life had not been lost.

She woke up before dawn.

Taking advantage of the fact that the others were still sleeping, she took the quilt covering her and Mo Jiuye and put it away.

Mo Jiuye had been in a light sleep state all night. Feeling the disappearance of the quilt on him, he knew He Zhiran was getting up.

He Zhiran looked around, everyone was still sleeping, and the yamen runner on duty was not as alert as in the first half of the night.

She took out two more white steamed buns and a little preserved meat, and handed them to Mo Jiuye along with the water flask.

"Take this opportunity while everyone is still asleep to go eat something first."

"Okay." Mo Jiuye replied, quickly taking the food and getting off the cart.

Not long after Mo Jiuye came back from eating and drinking, people began waking up one after another.

The yamen runners began distributing the black steamed buns again.

Everyone looked at the black steamed buns that were comparable to rocks, and it could be said that it was extremely unbearable.

But in order to survive, they could only force themselves to swallow it.

The treatment of the Mohist family was different.

The Eighth Old Zhou had said that there would still be some white steamed buns for them in the morning.

He was as good as his word, leaving enough white steamed buns for the yamen runners to last until Yunlai County, and giving the rest to the Mohist family members.

What the others didn't know was that the reason why the Eighth Old Zhou gave white steamed buns to the Mohists was not because he and Peng Wang were so grateful for He Zhiran's life-saving grace.

The real reason was that they had miscalculated on this errand.

Usually before departure, they would prepare two kinds of steamed buns, black ones were free, and they could earn some silver taels from the white ones.