The Little Darling Wife Who is a Divine Doctor Saved the Entire Family of the Duke's Mansion

Chapter 118

He Zhiran patiently explained the function of the mini stun gun to him.

"Do you think it's appropriate to give something like this to Mother, Sisters-in-law and Auntie for self-defense?"

Mo Jiuye took over the stun gun and fiddled with it for a while, also imitating He Zhiran's actions to operate it.

"This thing is very convenient to use and small and easy to hide, but I feel it's not suitable for them to use."

He Zhiran raised her eyebrows: "Why?"

"You saw the assassins last time too. They would initially use bows and arrows for long-range assassination. If the assassination failed, they would then choose close combat.

The women in our family don't know any martial arts. Even if the assassins got close, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to use the stun guns in time and would be killed in one move."

After listening to Mo Jiuye's explanation, He Zhiran also realized this point.

Thinking again of the pepper spray that was less lethal than the stun gun, she felt it was even more unnecessary to take it out to show Mo Jiuye.

Judging from the current situation, the self-defense tool the sisters-in-law need should have a certain range attack capability, the more powerful the better.

In this regard, only guns are most suitable.

It's just that if guns are brought in front of the sisters-in-law, there must be a proper excuse.

After thinking for a moment, suddenly she had a flash of inspiration.

He Zhiran used her mind to take out a mini pistol smaller than her palm.

Mo Jiuye raised his eyebrows: "Are you going to give them this?"

He Zhiran nodded: "From the current situation, this is the most suitable for them. Not only does it have great lethality, but it can also attack from a distance.

I also thought of a good excuse, just say that we bought it from a foreigner on our way to chase the exiled team."

Mo Jiuye was no stranger to foreigners, who were nothing more than some blond and blue-eyed big guys.

He had seen such people with his own eyes when he passed by a seaside pier once out of curiosity and took a close look.

Although he couldn't understand what those foreigners were saying, the things they took out of their pockets were all things he hadn't seen before.

He Zhiran thought it was not a bad idea to reveal the mini pistol under such an excuse.

Moreover, he also felt that the mini pistol was the most suitable for his family women to defend themselves.

Even if he was unfortunately killed by those assassins, his family would at least have a means to save their lives and still have great hope of survival.

Mo Jiuye said gratefully with appreciative eyes,

"That's very good, just as you said."

There were only two mini pistols at the moment. If He Zhiran wanted more, she would have to take them out of the space repeatedly.

After getting Mo Jiuye’s consent, she immediately flashed out of the space.

Sitting in the tent, He Zhiran kept taking out mini pistols with her mind.

It was not until ten identical mini pistols appeared in front of her that she retracted back into the space.

After arranging the life-saving gadgets for the women at home, He Zhiran continued to explain some content in Historical Records to Mo Jiuye.

Mo Jiuye had already figured out that the reason Nan Qi resented him was because he had been switched at birth.

It's just that he had the mark unique to Mo men on him.

If there was such a mark on Nan Qi’s body too, he might have suspected that the mark on him was forged later.

However, he clearly knew that there was no Mo family mark on Nan Qi's body.

From this point of view, Mo Jiuye was very confident about his identity.

He was a genuine member of the Mo Family, not to mention that he looked almost seventy to eighty percent like his Fourth Brother, so there was no possibility that he had been switched.

There were more and more doubts about this matter, and they racked their brains but couldn't figure out the reason.

After all, there are no winds that do not rise waves. Nan Qi would not groundlessly suspect that he was not of royal blood for no reason.

It is not ruled out that Nan Qi's political opponents deliberately provoked him in order to achieve the goal of making Nan Qi want to kill Mo Jiuye with his own hands.

However, from Mo Jiuye’s understanding of Nan Qi, he was not the kind of person without a brain at all.

There must be some convincing reasons for this.

Or maybe Nan Qi was indeed not of royal blood, and he learned about this from Concubine Yuan.

If Concubine Yuan really did such a thing, she would definitely rot it in her belly for life without saying it out.

Then it could only mean that Nan Qi had overheard something.

The more they analyzed, the more confused they became. They simply stopped thinking about it.

After all, it had been determined that Mo Jiuye was a genuine member of the Mo Family. As for what Nan Qi's identity was, it was already irrelevant to them.

That night was destined to be sleepless. When the two got up from the dining table, the hour hand of the big clock on the wall had already pointed to the three o'clock direction.

There were only two hours left before the usual wake-up time.

Mo Jiuye reminded: "We still have to travel later, so we should rest a little."

When searching for Nan Rui's historical records just now, she didn’t feel anything. Now that she relaxed, He Zhiran felt a little sleepy too. After simply washing up in the bathroom, she lay back in bed to rest.

Neither of them dared to sleep too deeply for fear of people finding out that they were not in the tent when they got up late.

In a daze, He Zhiran felt the person next to her move, and she immediately opened her eyes too.

The two got out of bed tacitly, tidied up, and then left the space.

After breakfast, while the officials were over there tidying up the tents, He Zhiran gathered all the women in the family together.

She pretended to pile goods into the mule cart, but she was actually going to put those mini pistols into the prepared wooden box and hand them over to her family as soon as possible.

Mo Jiuye felt that since they had guessed that Nan Rui might take action against him, they should arrange the gadgets that could save the lives of their family members early.

Mo Jiuye pretended to tidy up items in the carriage and casually took out the wooden box containing ten mini pistols.

In order to prevent others from seeing, he only opened the box a crack, allowing his family to see what was inside.

The women gathered outside the carriage, peeking into the box.

Seeing her daughter-in-law about to ask loudly, Old Lady Mo scolded with a cold face:

"Xie, are you afraid other people don't know what we're doing?"

Second Sister-in-law looked at her stern-faced mother-in-law and stuck out her tongue.

"I know I was wrong, Mother."

Seeing this, although others were still very curious about the things in the box, they did not ask aloud.

Mo Jiuye scanned around and saw that others were busy tidying up. He said to the women in a low voice:

"The things in the box are hidden weapons that we bought from foreigners on the way.

Such hidden weapons have great lethality and are easy to operate.

Considering that there may still be dangers on the road ahead, in order for everyone to have a means of self-defense, He Zhiran and I decided to give everyone a weapon for self-defense."

Second Sister-in-law had always been careless. She was not interested in any hidden weapons, only attracted by the two words "He Zhiran" mentioned by Mo Jiuye.

It seemed that her Ninth Younger Brother's cold temperament had warmed up with Ninth Sister quite quickly judging by such an intimate form of address.

It probably wouldn't take long before there would be an addition to the Mo family.