Chapter 50: It’s Enough If Only I Believe in You

Chapter 50: It's Enough If Only I Believe in You

Looking at the oil cloth in He Zhiran's hands, Mo Hanyue asked curiously.

"Nine Sister, are these the oil cloths you bought?"

"Yes, I plan to make some tents with them."

"Tents?" Curiosity shone brightly in Mo Hanyue's eyes.

He Zhiran patiently explained the purpose of tents to Mo Hanyue.

The more Mo Hanyue listened, the happier she became.

"Nine Sister, when I'm free at home, I often do sewing. I can help you with this."

"Great, once Nine Sister has cut them out, let's have Hanyue put them together."

The two women busied themselves with the oil cloths in the courtyard of the inn.

In the quarters of the Mo family's female members, everyone was at a loss for what to do.

"Mother, even though we haven't spent much time with Ninth Sister-in-law, I can assure you she's not the kind of fickle woman. I believe she must have been targeted by someone with malicious intentions," said Sixth Sister-in-law Deng Xue.

Deng Xue usually kept to herself, but everyone knew she had a keen understanding of people.

The eldest sister-in-law also expressed her agreement with Deng Xue's words.

"Mother, Sixth Sister-in-law and I share the same thoughts. We've all seen Ninth Sister-in-law's character with our own eyes. If she were truly that sort of person, she wouldn't have taken such good care of us on the journey; she would have probably found a way to escape long ago."

"Yes, Mother. I also believe Ninth Sister-in-law isn't like that," Eighth Sister-in-law chose to trust He Zhiran as well.

Did Old Madam Mo not know He Zhiran's true character?

It was just that a lifetime of adhering to rules made it difficult for her to let go of her suspicions.

Seeing her daughters-in-law standing in solidarity with Ninth Daughter-in-law, Old Madam Mo felt there was no need for her to continue dwelling on the matter.

"Ninth Brother's wife is indeed a fine person, and we all bear witness to this," declared the elder matriarch. "I make it clear today that this matter shall end here. Anyone who dares to question it further will face the family law."

"Mother, we promise not to mention it again," assured the second sister-in-law, stepping forward as the first to give her word.

The others chimed in, expressing their willingness to put the incident behind them.

The Mo family's women, now united in their stance, exited the room together. Thanks to the young Mo Hanyue's diplomatic efforts, relations between them and He Zhiran were quickly reconciled.

He Zhiran held no grudges against her own kin, and she could understand the deeply ingrained rules that bound these ancient women. The fact that they had so swiftly chosen to trust her brought her joy.

Under her guidance, the women picked up their needles and thread, beginning to sew tents. The women from the Xie and Fang families, seeing this, also joined in the activity.

However, there was something peculiar in the expressions of both families.

Their gazes toward He Zhiran were not disdainful, but rather curious and speculative.

It was inconceivable how the Mo family could overlook such a significant incident.

To He Zhiran, the Xie and Fang families were outsiders, and their thoughts held no sway over her.

While the women were bustling with activity, Mo Jiuye, pretending to be ill inside the room, paced back and forth.

He had heard every word that Li Rouer had just declared.

For some inexplicable reason, even though he didn't believe those words, his heart ached strangely.

Given his current circumstances, it seemed unlikely that He Zhiran would ever find success or fulfillment if she stayed with him.

Mo Jiuye genuinely didn't wish to hinder He Zhiran's happiness.

Yet, the thought of He Zhiran possibly leaving him intensified the suffocating sensation within him.

At this moment, he only wished that He Zhiran would come and clarify the truth for him.

If what Li Rouer said was true, he would rather be ridiculed for his entire life than hinder their love.

...

He Zhiran grasped the principles and techniques of constructing tents and could even measure out the appropriate dimensions.

However, when it came to the actual sewing, she was at a loss.

The original host wasn't skilled in needlework, leaving her with no such memories to inherit.

Moreover, in her previous life's environment, she never had to do such tasks herself as everything was purchased readymade.

Consequently, the task of sewing the tents fell upon the womenfolk of the three families.

As she watched everyone deftly get to work, He Zhiran suddenly remembered Mo Jiuye.

With rumors spreading like wildfire, the Mo family's ladies were bound to have heard about it, and it surely wouldn't escape Mo Jiuye's ears.

After all, they were still legally husband and wife; she felt it necessary to clarify the situation.

Upon opening the door, she saw Mo Jiuye sitting straight on the bed's edge, his eyes unwaveringly fixed upon her.

Without waiting for him to inquire, He Zhiran explained:

"The rumors circulating outside aren't true; I didn't kiss Zhou Laoba."

Following that, she recounted the entire rescue process to Mo Jiuye.

Assuming that he would have more questions after her explanation, He Zhiran was prepared for a thorough interrogation.

To her surprise, Mo Jiuye merely tapped the bedside with his finger while softly saying, "When I was stationed at the border, there was a military doctor who would blow air into a patient's mouth through a bamboo tube. It seems to be a similar method to what you used to save the person."

Never had He Zhiran expected to encounter someone so knowledgeable about such matters so quickly.

She enthusiastically nodded at Mo Jiuye in excitement.

"Exactly as you've said."

Mo Jiuye trusted that He Zhiran had not kissed Zhou Laoba, but he still felt a tinge of jealousy in his heart.

However, he could understand how He Zhiran must have felt after being criticized by so many people. In an attempt to alleviate her stress, he sincerely said,

"You don't need to take those rumors outside seriously. It's enough that I believe in you."

He Zhiran was surprised that Mo Jiuye would say such words.

After all, Mo Jiuye was a true native of ancient times. Even though she had no contact with Zhou Laoba, those rumors could still be hard for any man to accept.

"Are you really thinking this way?" He Zhiran remained uncertain.

"Mm-hm, you don't need to dwell on it."

Seeing Mo Jiuye's attitude, He Zhiran felt a small, inexplicable touch of emotion.

Her heroic idol was indeed broad-minded, just like how a great man should be.

Mo Jiuye observed He Zhiran's sudden touch of sentimentality, stirring a ripple in his heart.

He even felt an impulse to embrace her tenderly for comfort.

However, he dared not act on it recklessly.

In the brief days they had spent together, he realized that his new wife was different from ordinary women.

She held her own secrets and a distinct personality.

Mo Jiuye feared that his actions might provoke her displeasure, causing her to vanish from his life...

To prevent her from noticing his unease, he tried to maintain a composed demeanor.

Moreover, he intended to change the subject to divert He Zhiran's attention.

"You mentioned that Li Hu was acting under someone's orders. Did you find out who it was?"

Only then did He Zhiran recall that she had yet to give Mo Jiuye a detailed account of the matter.

"Li Hu mentioned that the person he was in contact with had a high-pitched voice, leading me to suspect it might be an eunuch," I ventured.

Mo Jiuye frowned, deep in thought, softly muttering, "If it is indeed an eunuch, the range of suspicion widens considerably."