Chapter 1: Worshiping the Heroic Idol

"Everyone, please look here. This is the cenotaph of Mo Jiuye, a famous general in history."

The tour guide waved the small flag in his hand and led the tourists towards the entrance of the underground palace.

I don’t know why, but when I came here, He Zhiran felt a sense of solemnity.

As a special military doctor, she doesn't chase stars, she only worships heroes.

The owner of this cenotaph, Mo Jiuye, is one of the heroes she admires.

Mo Jiuye was the most powerful general of the Dashun Dynasty. He led the army to defeat foreign enemies many times.

However, such a hero was suspected by the emperor at that time because his achievements surpassed his master, and he ended up being dismissed from office and exiled.

He Zhiran listened to the tour guide's boastful introduction and kept sighing in his heart.

All I can say is that this hero was born at the wrong time. If Mo Jiuye could have lived a few more years, he would have been vindicated when the new emperor ascended the throne. Unfortunately, fate played a trick on him and made him die on the road to exile...

Just when He Zhiran was immersed in his own thoughts, he suddenly felt a violent shaking under his feet.

Someone shouted: "Run, there's an earthquake."

With He Zhiran's skills, she could easily escape this natural disaster, but in order to save people, she stayed here forever.

Before he lost consciousness, He Zhiran raised the corners of his lips slightly: "This is good too. I can sleep here forever and be with heroes."

…

Dashun Dynasty.

The Duke of Protector's Mansion was decorated with lights and colorful lanterns, and drums and music were resounding!

"Bow to Heaven and Earth!"

Following a long-pitched shout, He Zhiran felt like a puppet, being helped to salute.

"Bow to your parents twice!"

"Husband and wife bow to each other!"

"Send her to the bridal chamber..."

He Zhiran still felt a little dizzy, but it did not prevent her from receiving the memories of this body.

Ignoring the noisy congratulations and the matchmaker's endless auspicious words, He Zhiran was completely focused on his own thoughts at this moment.

After sorting out these memories, she had to accept the fact that she had traveled through time.

And she even transformed into the newlywed wife of her idol, the hero Mo Jiuye...

The original owner had the same name as her, also called He Zhiran. She was the eldest daughter of He Yuanming, the Minister of Revenue of the current dynasty. She had been engaged to Mo Jiuye since childhood.

The Mo family has been loyal for generations, and all the men have sacrificed their lives for the country. Now only Mo Jiuye is left.

Five years ago, after Mo Jiuye's last elder brother died in the battlefield, he, who was only 16 years old, took command of the army and single-handedly supported the Duke of Huguo's Mansion, which was full of widows.

Now Mo Jiuye has returned triumphantly, and with the help of the old lady of the Mo family, they have chosen an auspicious day to get married.

However, the original owner wanted to break off the engagement. She didn't want to be a widow for the rest of her life like the women in the Duke of Huguo's Mansion.

After all, every Mohist man died on the battlefield at a young age.

The original owner was very unhappy about this, but she had a father who was upright and trustworthy. No matter what, He Yuanming would not agree to regret the marriage.

In order to allow the original owner to marry into the Duke of Huguo's mansion smoothly, He Yuanming and his wife Ling Xueyan had no choice but to give the original owner some sleeping pills, thinking that once the matter was settled, their daughter would have no choice but to accept her fate.

I don’t know if it was because they didn’t control the dosage of the medicine well, which led to the original owner’s death in the bridal sedan, and this led to He Zhiran’s arrival.

However, what confused He Zhiran was that in the history she knew, until Mo Jiuye was exiled, there was no mention of him having a wife.

Could it be that the original owner really died in the bridal sedan and was unable to marry Mo Jiuye, so there is no record of it?

Just as she was daydreaming, the noise outside the bridal chamber became louder and louder.

Qiaoyu, the maidservant who came with her as a dowry, gently touched her arm and said, "Miss, your son-in-law is here."

He Zhiran responded softly: "Yeah."

A group of people surrounded Mo Jiuye, who was wearing a bright red wedding dress, and walked into the bridal chamber.

"Duke, please lift your veil! Don't miss the auspicious time." The matchmaker smiled and handed Mo Jiuye a weighing rod tied with a red cloth.

"Ninth brother, hurry up, everyone is waiting to see your sister-in-law!"

"Yes, yes, Ninth Brother, don't be embarrassed..."

Mo Jiuye came to He Zhiran holding a weighing rod, surrounded by several sisters-in-law.

He paused, and under the gaze of everyone, gently lifted the red veil that blocked He Zhiran's view.

He Zhiran instinctively looked at the person in front of him.

He was estimated to be about 185cm tall, with an upright posture and strong limbs.

His face was as handsome as a sculpture, with distinct features and sharp angles, and he was somewhat similar to the portrait in the cenotaph.

His serious face and sharp and deep eyes unconsciously give people a sense of oppression!

In He Zhiran's heart, this is what her hero should be like.

Just when she was a little dazed, Mo Jiuye spoke coldly.

"Have you seen enough?"

Only then did He Zhiran realize that he had just been distracted.

Facing those deep eyes, He Zhiran blurted out: "Well, I've seen enough, that's all."

It's not that she doesn't respect the hero, but in front of so many people, this man didn't give her any face at all, so there was no need for her to deliberately flatter him.

Seeing that there was already a sense of tension between the two people after their wedding, the sixth sister-in-law Deng Xue hurried forward to smooth things over.

"Ninth brother, ninth sister-in-law, you are newlyweds, please don't miss the auspicious time. Drink the wedding wine and go to bed early."

Third sister-in-law Feng Cuilian also stepped forward and said, "Yes, you must work harder and add more children to our Mo family."

Listening to what these sisters-in-law said, even He Zhiran, who had a modern soul, couldn't help blushing.

In her previous life, she was single for 24 years and only wanted to serve her motherland. She never thought that she would one day encounter such an embarrassing situation.

In order to avoid being seen to be blushing, she quickly lowered her head.

This action was misunderstood again.

Fourth sister-in-law Xiao Qing'er grabbed He Zhiran's hand and said, "Don't be shy, sister-in-law. Just get familiar with these sisters-in-law. They just like to joke around."

He Zhiran tried to defend himself: "I'm not shy."

Just when the other sisters-in-law were about to say something, the voices of their followers came from outside the door.

"My Lord, the Emperor has sent a message, summoning you to the palace immediately."

Hearing this, He Zhiran's heart skipped a beat.

Seeing that Mo Jiuye had already turned and walked out, she grabbed the maid beside her and asked, "Qiaoyu, what year is it now?"

Qiaoyu was stunned for a moment, then replied with a puzzled look on her face, "Miss, have you even forgotten your wedding date? Today is the eighth day of the seventh month of the nineteenth year of Shunyuan!"

"Oops!"

Looking at Mo Jiuye's receding back, He Zhiran's first reaction was that since she was there, she must do her best to keep her idol hero alive.

He Zhiran stood up suddenly, not caring about her weak body and the puzzled looks of her sisters-in-law, and she lifted her skirt and chased after him.

If she remembered correctly, today Mo Jiuye was summoned into the palace by the emperor late at night. He was accused of trespassing into the harem and was beaten with a hundred sticks.

The next day, Mo Jiuye was charged with treason and the Duke of Huguo was sentenced to confiscation of property and exile.