Filed to story: My Journey to You Novel (Chinese Drama)
Yun Weishan chose one of the cups without hesitation and drank it.
Han Ya Si sighed, “That cup was poison.”
Yun Weishan wiped off the residue from her lips and calmly replied, “I knew.”
Han Ya Si was somewhat surprised, his expression intriguing. He continued with the mission, “The Gong family has accumulated many lost martial arts and secret techniques from the martial world over the past century. They have a constant stream of highly skilled martial artists, passing down their legacy from generation to generation. They are highly united, presenting a solid front to the outside world, making them difficult to dismantle. And now, we have finally found the best way to enter their stronghold, by disguising ourselves as a potential bride—”
Upon hearing this, Yun Weishan absentmindedly picked up another cup and drank it swiftly. After finishing, she removed the blindfold from her eyes and saw Han Ya Si staring at her with a meaningful gaze.
Han Ya Si paused, “That cup was medicine.”
Yun Weishan replied, “Drink poison first, then take the antidote.”
Han Ya Si looked at her with interest and asked, “Why not just take the antidote directly?”
Yun Weishan was confident, “If you don’t get poisoned first and take the antidote directly, that antidote is also poison.”
Accurate and flawless, Yun Weishan excelled as always. Han Ya Si showed an appreciative look.
At that moment, Yun Weishan finally followed up on Han Ya Si’s previous statement, “What happens after we enter the stronghold?”
Han Ya Si shifted his gaze away, no longer pretending to be mysterious but rather earnestly advising, “Behind the main gate lies a perilous and isolated situation. Everyone there is your enemy, and you can only trust yourself.”
He emphasized, “Remember, everyone is your enemy.”
Yun Weishan’s eyes narrowed slightly, as if Han Ya Si didn’t need to remind her of that particular point.
Soon, Han Ya Si moved on to the next training exercise.
In the training room, there were two rows of footprints marked with white chalk on the gray floor. Han Ya Si leaned against a pillar, munching on a handful of almonds as he explained, “The distance and direction between each footprint are precise. By walking on these footprints, you can perfect your stride.”
Yun Weishan, dressed in sleek black attire, obediently stepped onto the footprints and practiced walking back and forth. However, she didn’t understand, asking, “Why am I wasting time practicing something useless?”
Han Ya Si chewed on an almond and replied, “To make you look more like a noble lady. This training is for Gong Huanyu, the future successor of the Gong family’s Lord position.”
Yun Weishan continued walking along the footprints without stopping, quickly adapting to the rhythm. She asked, “Then who am I?”
She looked genuinely puzzled, gazing into Han Ya Si’s eyes. He answered, “You are Yun Weishan, the only daughter of the Yun family, a fallen merchant family seeking refuge with the Gong family.”
Yun Weishan was momentarily stunned. It turned out that her name was the same as before. From that moment on, she became Yun Weishan from Pear Creek Town, forgetting her origins and even convincing herself.
Her footsteps faltered, and Han Ya Si said, “So your words, actions, and demeanor must all match the identity of a noble lady.”
After speaking, he flicked an almond, hitting Yun Weishan’s unconsciously lowered hand back.
“Keep your hand down.”
Yun Weishan winced from the pain, then folded her hands in front of her and continued walking.
“You must do everything in your power to be chosen by Gong Huanyu as his bride. The higher the status of the powerful figures who choose you, the more likely you’ll obtain valuable and genuine information,” Han Ya Si’s voice came from behind her.
Yun Weishan turned around and asked, “What kind of information?”
“Useful information, including the internal structure of the Gong family, the distribution of guards and hidden fortresses… It would be best if you can also uncover their poison-making methods, antidote formulas, types of concealed weapons, martial arts techniques, and the core secrets guarded by the Lord of Gong family. Wufeng needs a thorough investigation of the Gong family. And your role as the young lord’s wife will be the most effective way to gather this information,” a glint of coldness flashed in Han Ya Si’s eyes. “Know thyself, know thy enemy. A hundred battles, a hundred victories. Wufeng has been waiting too long for this final battle.”
“Understood. But I have one question,” Yun Weishan nodded.
“Go ahead,” Han Ya Si replied.
Yun Weishan turned and looked at Han Ya Si, asking, “How can we ensure that Gong Huanyu will definitely choose me?”
Han Ya Si didn’t give a direct answer.
Later, Han Ya Si handed her a pot of medicine. He carefully poured the brewed black concoction onto a filter paper in a bowl. Yun Weishan watched as the black liquid seeped into the bowl, filling the training room with its bitter scent.
“The Gong family has a different approach when it comes to choosing a bride compared to the usual matchmaking standards. In the martial arts world, alliances are usually formed between powerful families to expand their influence. However, the Gong family doesn’t care about the bride’s martial arts background. They look for something else,” Yun Weishan asked curiously, “What do they value then?”
“For some reason, the Gong family has a small population and is in decline. Maintaining their bloodline has become their top priority. The bride’s health and ability to bear children for the Gong family are more important to them than beauty or family background. That’s why they have doctors examine all the potential brides before the selection process,” Han Ya Si explained.
He gestured towards a pot of medicine in front of Yun Weishan and said, “This medicine will strengthen your body and bring it to its optimal state as a woman.”
Yun Weishan watched as the last drop of the black liquid fell into the bowl. She removed the filter paper filled with residue and drank the concoction without any expression on her face.
For the next few days, Yun Weishan tirelessly trained until her martial arts movements became graceful and elegant. The training room still had white chalk footprints on the floor, but now Yun Weishan walked blindfolded, stepping precisely on each footprint.
As she walked, Yun Weishan continued to ask questions.