The Bookkeeper - Chapter 11: Revelation

-Daughter? Yes!-Multiple worlds? Yes!-Vast Lore? Yes!-Fastpace? Yes!...“You either Die a Villain or Live long enough to see yourself as a Hero.” ~Probably Spark---------------------------------------Spark, the lofty young master of the Dwight family, had always been a mystery. His true abilities were never known until the day he stepped onto the frontlines.In one awe-inspiring exhibition of power, Spark shocked the world and sent the coalition army of the five emperors into a chaotic retreat.Now, with the eyes of the world on him, each faction lusted to uncover the secrets behind his unparalleled strength.Still, in spite of the rampant curiosity and greed, nobody had the guts to confront him directly.And with every rumor spread of his feats, a question burned in every mind: was Spark this powerful all this time, or was he casting an illusion of strength before everybody's eyes?

[Space + Female Lead Miracle Doctor + Strong Female Lead + Exciting Story + Abusing Scumbags + Getting Rich + Entire Family Exiled and Escaping Famine, Female Lead is Capable, Space Provides Assistance]

A special military doctor traveled back in time to ancient times. Right after arriving, she married the great hero of history, Mo Jiuye, in a wedding ceremony.

According to historical records, the Mo family was filled with loyal heroes, yet they were feared by the Emperor for their great achievements, and the day after the wedding, the entire Mo family was exiled.

Knowing this history, He Zhiran decisively used her space abilities to move all the Mo family’s belongings away before the imperial troops arrived to confiscate them.

Before being exiled, she also saved the lives of the entire Mo family.

Worried they might starve to death on the exile journey? That’s impossible, He Zhiran not only had enough supplies in her space, she also possessed countless money-making skills.

Along the way, her eight sisters-in-law regarded her as an idol and followed her every instruction.

Her mother-in-law and aunt secretly supported her – if anyone dared say anything bad about He Zhiran, they would tear that person’s mouth apart.

Finally settling down, their days became better and better.

Mo Jiuye said: “Wife, we’ve been married so long but still haven’t consummated our marriage!”

He Zhiran replied: “If you want to consummate, you’ll have to prove yourself first.”

Mo Jiuye swore: “I vow to the heavens, you’re the only woman in my heart in this lifetime, no, in the next lifetime and the one after too!”

He Zhiran said: “You have to keep your word…”

Yuanbao was born in ancient times, the only girl in three generations, the nickname is Jiaojiao, the big name is Bao, this is a proper script for the group favorite heroine.

However, Zhuangzi next door suddenly came to the young lady of the high official’s family in the city.

This young lady is a direct descendant, but her mother passed away early, her father continued, and the young lady was not welcomed, so she was sent out of the city.

“There is an ominous foreboding!”

Yuan Bao thought so.

“Little sister, you see how pitiful the little sister is, can’t you be a little sympathetic?”

A brother looked at the lady next door with pity on his face.

Yuanbao raised his hand and a pot lid flew over: “People are pitiful? They don’t have to worry about food and clothing, do they need you to be pitiful?”

“Good fight!”

Grandfather, grandmother, father, mother, many brothers, clapped their hands together.

A certain young lady is knowledgeable and reasonable, and said, “Being habitual is like killing a child. Your sister needs to be well educated!”

“roll!”

A brother stared directly, “My little sister is beautiful and kind, which one likes her?”

- Description from novelbuddy

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.