Chapter 8

After walking for about ten minutes, Mo Jiuye raised his hand and opened a trapdoor above his head. Suddenly everything became bright and the two of them appeared inside the National Treasury.

The National Treasury was just that, not only large in area but also filled with a dazzling array of objects that all appeared to be of considerable value.

Especially the two Night Pearls that lit up the entire storeroom as bright as daylight, they could nearly blind someone.

"Time is limited, move faster." Seeing He Zhiran's eyes wandering everywhere, Mo Jiuye had to remind her.

He Zhiran now felt like a country bumpkin who had never seen the world, everything here seemed so nice to her.

She also understood clearly that now was not the time for her to be sightseeing.

"I want you to look away for a bit."

Of course Mo Jiuye understood her meaning, she just didn't want him to see her methods.

"Alright." Without any hesitation, Mo Jiuye opened a trapdoor in the floor and went down inside.

Only after seeing the trapdoor close up completely without even a crack did He Zhiran start looking around for good stuff.

After all, the amount of space that could hold objects was limited. With so many things in the National Treasury, it was impossible for her to take everything.

After quickly surveying the area, He Zhiran used her mind to gather all the silver notes, silver ingots, gold and silver jewelry etc. into her space.

Then she used her mind again to check inside the space, and as expected, just these things had nearly filled up all the space.

However, she was not satisfied.

Thus He Zhiran used her mind to arrange the objects more compactly, piling all the smaller items in the kitchen and bathroom, freeing up some more space.

Calculating the area, she took some more paintings and calligraphy that didn't take up much space, as well as several large boxes of copper coins, all into the space.

Checking the space again, He Zhiran was also intoxicated.

Right now the space was packed full, with just enough room for her to enter left.

Even though she was unwilling, He Zhiran knew she could take no more. However, she absolutely could not let those two bright Night Pearls go.

After taking the Night Pearls into her space, the National Treasury immediately darkened.

He Zhiran knocked on the trapdoor, "I'm done, we can go now."

As soon as she finished speaking, the trapdoor opened from inside.

He Zhiran supported Mo Jiuye's shoulder as they went back down into the secret chamber.

She turned and looked at the somewhat disordered National Treasury that she had left behind, then immediately had a thought.

"Too many things, I can't take it all. Many silks and satins still remain."

"You mean?" Mo Jiuye seemed to guess her intentions.

Taking advantage of the night, He Zhiran used her mind to take out a bottle of alcohol from her space and sprinkled it around inside the National Treasury.

Mo Jiuye was also very cooperative. After the alcohol was sprinkled, he immediately took out a match from his clothes and lit it, tossing it inside.

The alcohol met the fire and the National Treasury instantly became a fiery inferno.

Mo Jiuye pulled He Zhiran away quickly, fleeing the scene...

Although neither of them said anything, they both felt extremely gratified at setting the National Treasury on fire.

Especially Mo Jiuye, he now felt as if he had gotten revenge for some huge grievance.

He even wanted to personally see the Emperor's furious reaction when he found out the National Treasury was burned.

After succesfully returning to the Duke of Protector's Estate, the two of them changed out of their night clothes, and Mo Jiuye went back to bed.

The observant He Zhiran immediately noticed the bloodstains on the floor.

"You're bleeding, I have to help treat your wounds."

Never underestimate surface wounds. In her previous life, how many people died from infections because their wounds weren't properly treated?

She had already done her utmost to save the lives of everyone in the Duke of Protector's Estate, how could she let Mo Jiuye be in danger from such a minor injury?

"No, my wounds are nothing serious."

In fact, Mo Jiuye was very clear himself about the severity of his injuries. Although he had some padding as protection, after all he had been given fifty heavy strikes, the wounds couldn't be too light no matter what.

It was just that when he thought about where he was injured, on his buttocks, he felt awkward about letting He Zhiran look. In He Zhiran's mindset, patients were genderless.

Therefore, she had no hesitation at all about reaching out to lift Mo Jiuye's clothes. Mo Jiuye instinctively shied away.

"No, it's not appropriate for a woman to look at where I'm injured."

Only then did He Zhiran react that in ancient times, saying this to someone with deep-rooted feudal ideas was like pouring oil on a fire.

Mo Jiuye stared at her speechlessly, temporarily at a loss for words.

After all, what she said made sense, they were already husband and wife.

But could a woman say something like this so casually?

Thinking of this, Mo Jiuye became even more curious about He Zhiran.

What kind of mentality allowed her to say these things so calmly?

While Mo Jiuye was lost in thought, He Zhiran had already efficiently lifted his outer robe.

The two had just married yesterday, so Mo Jiuye was dressed inside and out in bright red.

Even so, after lifting his robe, the sight that met her eyes still shocked He Zhiran.

She could see that Mo Jiuye's bright red underpants were already soaked with blood, the red fabric dyed a dark crimson.

Thinking of how just earlier Mo Jiuye had still carried her to sneak into the National Treasury, just how strong was this man's willpower to persevere for so long?

Considering this, He Zhiran's respect for Mo Jiuye grew even more.

Seeing that he couldn't prevail over He Zhiran, Mo Jiuye could only awkwardly turn his head away to face the wall with eyes closed, taking on a resigned posture.

Seeing that Mo Jiuye's gaze couldn't see her, He Zhiran calmly took out a bottle of alcohol from her space.

But then, she made a startling discovery.

If she remembered correctly, there were originally three bottles of alcohol in her space. She had used one bottle to burn the treasury, so there should have been two bottles left.

However, she had just discovered that the amount of alcohol didn't seem to have decreased at all, there were still three bottles.

She didn't dare to confirm for sure right now if her space had a regenerative function.

However, she carefully checked the alcohol in her space and confirmed there were two bottles. She would check again after helping treat Mo Jiuye's wounds. If it changed to three bottles, it meant she had discovered a new function of her space.

Coming back to herself, He Zhiran also took out forceps, cotton pads and other items from her space. She gently removed Mo Jiuye's pants.

The wounds were shocking to look at, even He Zhiran, who was used to seeing all kinds of injuries, was no exception.