Filed to story: My Journey to You Novel (Chinese Drama)
Han Ya Qi sneered, “Wedding ceremony? Ha, ha, the rare joyous occasion for the Gong residence will probably turn into a funeral.”
The follower said, “They are always strict and cautious when choosing a bride. The departure dates are always notified at the last minute. They would never have expected that there was an assassin from Wufeng among the brides.”
“If Gong Huanyu really chooses her as the bride tonight, then we can consider ourselves in-laws, hahaha. Oh, no, I should say ‘sinister relatives,’ hahaha…”
Suddenly, Han Ya Qi thought of something, as if he had sensed a trap like a cunning predator. He lowered his head and looked at the lifeless body of the medicine shop owner. Clearly, the body lying on the ground didn’t move at all, without any pulse or breath. But Han Ya Qi still drew the thin sword hanging at his waist and stabbed it forcefully into the chest of the corpse.
With a soft sound, the thin sword pierced through.
Han Ya Qi was very satisfied, so he withdrew from the medicine shop with his followers, leaving the thin sword still stuck in the chest of the body.
Besides the scent of herbs, the courtyard was filled with the smell of blood. The ground was covered in messy bloody footprints. Only when the group of people had completely left, did the silent medicine shop suddenly hear a barely audible gasp.
The “corpse” of the medicine shop owner lying on the ground began to slowly breathe. He struggled to get up, took out a small vial from his clothes, poured out two pills, swallowed them, and then pulled out the sword inserted in his chest, throwing it on the ground. He took out another bottle of powder and poured it on the wound on his chest to stop the bleeding.
It turned out that the poison he had just taken was only a drug that could temporarily induce a fake death. Fortunately, the thin sword that pierced his chest missed any vital organs. However, the medicine shop owner was still critically injured, barely clinging to life. His lips turned pale, his breath weak. He could only struggle to walk to the center of the courtyard, untie the horse tied to the post, climb onto its back, and with all his strength, pull the reins to gallop away from the medicine shop.
The snow seemed to have lessened, leaving only the cold wind rustling the window paper.
Han Ya Si finished recounting the mission and looked at Yun Weishan, who was already dressed in her wedding gown. The faint smirk on his face disappeared suddenly. His voice, which shouldn’t belong to him, became gentle, “Remember, you are Yun Weishan – born and raised in Pear Creek Town. No matter what happens, hold onto your identity tightly.”
Yun Weishan sensed a hint of unease in his words. She turned to look at him and asked in a low and serious voice, “What’s going to happen?”
Han Ya Si put on a casual smile on his face again and replied, “Who knows? After all, I’ve never been inside the Gong’s house. Everything inside is a mystery, and it’s up to you to uncover it.”
Yun Weishan fell silent.
Han Ya Si opened the door, and the wind outside carried swirling snow. Yun Weishan rolled up her sleeves and walked towards the door.
“If I complete the mission…” her voice blended into the wind and snow.
Han Ya Si heard her and answered before she could finish, “If you complete the mission, I will definitely give you the antidote for ‘Half Moon Fly’ and grant you the freedom you desire.”
“Understood.”
Han Ya Si looked at Yun Weishan, hesitated for a moment, and then decided not to speak. What she didn’t know was that before Han Ya Si came to the Yun family, he received some information in the most important secret room of the Wufeng headquarters.
The highest governing body of Wufeng was composed of representatives from several major sects in the martial world. The leader’s room was deep within Wufeng, even quieter and more secluded than the outside. Inside the room, there was a semi-circular wall with several niches carved into it, similar to Buddha altars. In front of each niche stood a screen made of silk paper, making it impossible to see what was inside. There should have been someone inside the niches, but they were pitch black.
The central niche was also impenetrably dark. Only a messenger stood in front.
Before dawn, the light in there was almost nonexistent. Han Ya Si and Han Ya Qi stood there respectfully.
The messenger’s voice echoed like a ghost in the secret room, “Han Ya Si, today is the day when the Gong family opens the valley to welcome the bride. Have you prepared for the mission as instructed?”
Han Ya Si replied, “We are ready and can depart at any time. The one sent by Wufeng is named Yun Weishan, who will replace the bride with the same name. I am responsible for training and assisting her. Her rank is the lowest among the ‘Evil Spirits’—the Chilian rank.”
The messenger said, “Han Ya Qi.”
Han Ya Qi stepped forward and answered, “Here.”
The messenger continued, “You are responsible for going to the outpost of the Gong family mentioned in the information and leaking the message that ‘there is a Wufeng undercover agent hidden among the bride.’ You must also find a way to ensure that they successfully bring this information back to the Gong family.”
Han Ya Si was shocked, raising his head abruptly, unable to believe what he had just heard.
The messenger handed a thin sword to Han Ya Qi. Although the blade was thin, it gleamed with a cold light. Han Ya Qi smiled as he accepted it, the sharpness reflecting in his eyes, revealing a hint of bloodlust, cunning, and mischief.
At this moment, Yun Weishan naturally didn’t understand why Han Ya Si hesitated. Han Ya Si only told her, “Remember what I said, no matter what happens, you must hold onto your identity. Your name is Yun Weishan, from Pear Creek Town. Take care.”
The sound of bronze bells and the strong scent of incense filled the Wanhua Tower, overpowering the fragrance of cosmetics.
Gong Ziyu was dressed neatly. He lifted the carved door curtain hanging at the entrance of the Wanhua Tower and saw Jin Fan standing there with crossed arms, an angry expression on his face. In his arms, he held a heavy cloak, and a prominent green jade adorned his hand.
He was Gong Ziyu’s personal green jade guard, with broad shoulders and a slender waist. His posture was upright in his guard uniform, and his face was clear and handsome. He had come here in a hurry after finding Gong Ziyu’s bedroom empty this morning. Therefore, he was quite displeased.