Chapter 4 – Between Love and Betrayal: My Journey to You Novel

Filed to story: My Journey to You Novel (Chinese Drama)

“If Gong Huanyu doesn’t choose me as his bride, does that mean my mission has failed?”

“At least half of it would be considered a failure,” Han Ya Si replied.

“What’s the plan if I fail?” Yun Weishan inquired.

“There is no plan to retreat,” Han Ya Si answered casually.

Yun Weishan stopped walking and turned to face Han Ya Si. Her eyes were covered by the blindfold, so she couldn’t see his expression.

Han Ya Si spoke as if it was a trivial matter, “If you fail, it means death—either at the hands of the Gong family or Wufeng. It’s all the same.”

Yun Weishan calmly retorted, “It’s not the same. Dying at the hands of the Gong family… wouldn’t be as painful.”

After speaking, she effortlessly completed the last few steps and removed the blindfold from her eyes. She asked, “Did I pass? What else do I need to learn?”

Han Ya Qi shrugged, smirked playfully, and handed her a red booklet. He observed her reaction intently. Yun Weishan flipped through a couple of pages and realized it was an erotic book depicting sexual encounters between men and women. She glanced at it briefly before closing the book and returning it to Han Ya Qi.

“I don’t need to learn this.”

Whether he was satisfied with her response or teasing her discomfort, Han Ya Qi raised an eyebrow and smiled meaningfully.

“Oh? So you already know it?”

Yun Weishan coldly glared at him, stood up, and left the training room.

The sky was getting brighter.

On the roadside of a small town, with snow falling, there were only a few pedestrians, and the shops along the road had only partially opened their doors.

In a seemingly inconspicuous herbal medicine shop courtyard, the owner was counting the inventory. The goods had just arrived and hadn’t been unpacked yet. The air was filled with the scent of aged herbs. To protect them from the rain and snow, the drying racks had been turned over. The herbal medicine shop appeared ordinary, but it was actually one of the outposts of the Gong family beyond the dusty valley.

A group of tough and powerful footsteps echoed as a sharp-eyed man in black, accompanied by several followers, entered the herbal medicine shop.

The shop owner turned around enthusiastically, “Hey, a new face! What would you like to buy? Do you have a list?”

Han Ya Qi, dressed in black, exuded a hint of arrogance. His gaze was sharp, and his strong physique seemed ready for an attack. He replied leisurely, “Three parts of Ding Gong Teng, two plants of Jiuli Xiang, four taels of golden Can Zi, eight qian of Tian Nan Xing.”

The shop owner’s expression changed slightly but quickly returned to a smile. “Oh, sir, the herbs you want… are not easy to find… Please wait a moment while I check if we have them in stock.”

After saying that, the shop owner turned around and, as he passed a tall iron furnace, reached out to touch a certain protrusion on it. A few sounds of breaking wind followed, and several hidden weapons flashed with a cold light as they shot out from inside the furnace.

Swoosh swoosh swoosh—

Han Ya Qi seemed prepared and dodged to the side, but his followers behind him had already fallen to the ground. Terrifying black blood quickly flowed from the spots where they were hit.

Han Ya Qi raised his index and middle fingers. At this moment, he wore a pair of gloves made of finely woven silver wire. He looked at the poisoned needle he had just caught between his fingers, which shimmered with a chilling blue light.

The shop owner looked at the corpses on the ground and sneered, “You wanted poison, right? I gave it to you. Why are you still dodging?”

Han Ya Qi examined the needle closely, “This poisoned needle is unusually heavy, forged from extraordinary iron. The heavier it is, the farther it can be shot. The needle’s tip carries a hidden blue color, resembling the night sky. It’s called ‘Midnight Sky,’ a unique hidden weapon of the Gong family, right?”

The shop owner chuckled, “You seem to know your stuff.”

“This poison has a blue hue, like the midnight hour, and its toxicity acts rapidly. Those who are hit don’t have time to cry out before they die silently in the quiet midnight. That’s why it’s called ‘Midnight Sky,'” Han Ya Qi explained while nodding.

Meanwhile, several assassins had silently appeared on the walls and rooftops of the herbal medicine shop. They lay quietly, holding bows and arrows, waiting for the right moment.

The shop owner squinted his eyes, “Oh, I didn’t expect you to be so knowledgeable.”

Han Ya Qi casually discarded the poisoned needle, “It seems our intelligence was correct. This place is indeed an outpost of the Gong family.”

The shop owner’s face instantly changed.

Arrows flew from above, but since the gate was tightly closed and this wasn’t a particularly conspicuous herbal medicine shop, those outside had no idea about the hidden and dangerous battle taking place inside. The courtyard was in chaos, with herbs, boxes, and brooms scattered everywhere.

The shop owner fell down, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. He reached up and pulled out the arrow lodged in his shoulder.

Han Ya Qi looked down at him from a higher vantage point and smiled, “Do you still want to resist?”

“Spit!” The shop owner spat the blood from his mouth onto the ground, his eyes filled with contempt.

One of the Wufeng assassins drew his bowstring again.

But Han Ya Qi waved his hand to stop him, “Hold on! We need him alive.”

Upon hearing these words, the shop owner let out a sinister cold laugh, blood staining his lips. Seizing the opportunity, he quickly swallowed a pill hidden in the palm of his hand.

Han Ya Qi frowned, rushing over to clamp the shop owner’s jaw shut, but it was too late. The shop owner’s face turned iron-gray in an instant, his eyes widened, and his body collapsed, lifeless.

A bunch of Wufeng black-clad attendants entered one after another, searching the entire courtyard.

Han Ya Qi stood next to the dead medicine shop owner, coldly instructing his followers behind him, “Search this place thoroughly. Pack and seal all hidden weapons and poisons, take them back to Wufeng, and count them in the inventory.”

The follower reported, “We’re already organizing it. But the number of hidden weapons we found doesn’t match the financial records. It seems that the people from the palace took them away in advance to rush back for the wedding ceremony.”