Сhарtеr 1 (5/15)
Han Yа Si сhеwеd оn an almond. "То make уou loоk mоrе likе а nоble yоung lady. The bride selесtion is fоr Gong Нuаnуu, thе Young Lоrd оf thе Ноuse оf Gong. He is thе hеir to thе next Blаde Mаster of thе Ноusе оf Gоng."
Yun Wеishan cоntinuеd walking аlоng thе foоtprints withоut stоpping, quiсklу adаpting to the рace.
"Тhеn whо am I?"
Тhat was what shе hаd аsked bасk thеn, gаzing intо Нan Yа Si's еyеs as if gеnuinely сonfusеd.
Наn Ya Si rерliеd, "Тhe only dаughter of the Yun family, Yun Wеishan, born into а prestigiоus merсhаnt familу that fell into decline and was forced to seek refuge with the House of Gong."
Yun Weishan was momentarily stunned—it was the same name as hers. Yet from that moment on, she had already become Yun Weishan of Pear Stream Town, forgetting her origins, to the point where even she herself had to believe it.
Now, her footsteps faltered slightly. Han Ya Si said, "So your speech, behavior, posture, and demeanor must all match the identity of a refined young lady from a noble family."
After speaking, he flicked an almond with his finger, striking the back of Yun Weishan's hand, which had unconsciously lowered.
"Your hand is too low."
Yun Weishan winced in pain, then clasped her hands in front of her again and continued walking.
"You must do everything in your power to ensure Gong Huanyu selects you as his bride. The higher the status of the person who chooses you, the more likely you are to transmit the most authentic and useful information," Han Ya Si's voice came from behind her.
Yun Weishan turned her head. "What information?"
"Useful information, including the internal structure of the House of Gong, the distribution of guard posts and hidden fortresses... At the same time, it would be best to clarify the Gong family's methods of poison-making, antidote formulas, types of hidden weapons, martial arts techniques, and their core secrets kept closely guarded by the Blade Master... Wufeng needs to complete a thorough investigation of the Gong Clan. And the identity of the Young Lord's wife will most effectively help you map out this House of Gong Cloud Map." A cold glint flashed in Han Ya Si's eyes. "Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated. Wufeng has waited far too long for this final battle."
"Understood. But I have one question."
Han Ya Si nodded. "Go ahead."
Yun Weishan turned to face him. "How can you guarantee that Gong Huanyu will definitely choose me?"
Han Ya Si did not answer directly.
Later, Han Ya Si brought her a pot of medicine, carefully pouring the brewed black decoction into a bowl through a filter paper. Yun Weishan watched as the black liquid dripped steadily into the bowl, the bitter aroma filling the training room.
"The Gong Clan's criteria for selecting brides differ from the usual standards for marriage alliances. Among martial arts sects, alliances are typically formed between powerful families to expand their influence in the jianghu. However, the Gong Clan does not covet the martial arts influence of the bride's family. To the Gong family, no other sect is worthy in their eyes."
Yun Weishan was puzzled. "Then what does the House of Gong value?"
"Due to certain reasons, the Gong Clan has a sparse population and struggles to maintain their lineage. Therefore, preserving their bloodline has become their highest priority. Whether a bride is healthy and capable of bearing children for the Gong family is more important in the eyes of the House of Gong than beauty or family background. That's why, before the bride selection, specialized physicians will examine all the candidates, checking their pulses and asking about their health."
Han Ya Si gestured. "The decoction before you can strengthen your physique, conditioning your body to its most perfect state as a woman."
As the last drop of medicine slowly fell into the bowl through the filter paper, Yun Weishan removed the filter paper filled with dregs, lifted her head, and drank the decoction before her without expression.During those days, Yun Weishan tirelessly continued her training until her gait, honed by years of martial arts practice, began to grow light and graceful. The floor of the training room was still marked with one white chalk footprint after another, but later, Yun Weishan blindfolded herself with a black cloth. Barefoot, she walked across the floor, each step landing precisely on a white footprint.
As she walked, Yun Weishan asked questions.
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