The Cloud Feather of the Red Chamber: A Marriage Arranged with Gong Yuanzheng at the Start

The clothes on her shoulders were slowly soaked with tears. Yun Weishan put one arm around Gong Ziyu's shoulder and stroked his long hair with the other.

His hands moved with extreme gentleness, but his eyes were filled with indifference.

Only when she heard about Gong Hongyu's outrageous actions and Gong Huanyu's identity did her eyes show a slight fluctuation.

A rare hint of sympathy appeared in her eyes as she looked at Gong Ziyu.

When she heard Mingwu Ji's identity, she froze.

Gong Ziyu noticed Yun Weishan's unease and thought she was scared. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with tears, but he was still trying to comfort her.

"Ah Yun, don't be afraid. Auntie was executed that very night, and all the servants of Yu Palace were arrested. The palace gates are safe now, and there will be no more assassins from Wu Feng."

Yun Weishan quickly concealed her unease. "Lady Wuji's identity has been hidden for so long without anyone discovering it. How did Young Master Jiao find out?"

Gong Ziyu smiled wryly, "It must have been someone from the imperial court who told him."

Yun Weishan was greatly alarmed. If the imperial court could uncover such a secret matter, then they must have even more information.

Whether Wufeng is destroyed or not, she doesn't care.

She entered the palace with only two purposes: to avenge her sister and to complete her mission in exchange for her freedom.

Judging from the current situation, it's only a matter of time before Wu Feng is destroyed. When the palace gates have the support of the imperial court, how will she avenge herself?

Yun Weishan leaned against Gong Ziyu's chest, her eyes lowered, and asked softly, "Young Master, I'm still a little scared. Wufeng is cunning and treacherous. Are there really no other assassins lurking in the palace gates?"

"There really aren't any left." Gong Ziyu put his arm around her shoulder. "The assassin who entered the palace with you is dead."

"The assassin from a year ago was used as a test subject for drugs and died a long time ago."

“The drug user,” Yun Weishan muttered to herself, a cold glint flashing in her eyes. “It was Gong Yuanzheng who killed her.”

"No." But to her surprise, Gong Ziyu shook his head and denied it. "She was taken to the back mountain by Young Master Yue, and she died there."

Hou Shan and Yue Gongzi silently made a mental note of this person in their hearts.

Gong Hongyu's funeral was very sad. From the time the body was laid in state to the time of the burial, none of the people in charge of the front and back hills came.

Gong Ziyu could understand not being buried in the ancestral graveyard, but she truly couldn't accept that even being buried next to Gong Huanyu was met with opposition.

But all the objections were rejected by Gong Zishang with a single sentence.

“My brother would not want to spend his days with someone who killed his own family.”

Gong Ziyu trembled and almost lost his balance, but Yun Weishan supported him from the side.

Looking at Gong Zishang's expressionless face, Gong Ziyu could no longer suppress her grief and indignation. "I want to leave the palace! I'll take my father away from the palace! We'll never be in your way again!"

Gong Zishang remained calm and composed as she looked at Yun Weishan. "Miss Yun, why don't you try to persuade him?"

The role of the Unsharp Assassin was fully demonstrated at this moment. Yun Weishan wanted Gong Ziyu to stay at the palace gate more than anyone else.

Gong Zishang had only taken a few steps when he heard Yun Weishan's voice comforting Gong Ziyu.

"Young master, allowing you to remain at the palace gates is the old master's dying wish. Can you bear to disappoint him...?"

Gong Zishang did not pause in his steps.

She had no interest whatsoever in how Yun Weishan tried to persuade Gong Ziyu.

Once Wu Feng is destroyed, even if Gong Ziyu wants to leave the palace, she will not stop him.

As soon as he got his hands on the antidote for the Half-Moon Fly, Han Yaqi rushed to Old Dust Valley without stopping.

As soon as he stepped onto the dock, he sensed that something was wrong.

It was so quiet, so very quiet. Apart from the palace guards, there was no one else on the entire dock.

An ominous feeling welled up in his heart. Han Yaqi slowly placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, only to see the guard who was checking his bag suddenly look up and smile slightly at him.

Han Yaqi was startled and before she could react, she collapsed to the ground.

He was utterly horrified. Had his identity been exposed? How had the palace gates discovered it? Could it be that Shangguan Qian had been exposed?

Before he could even think it through, everything went black, and he completely lost consciousness, falling into a coma.

Inside the Wan Hua Lou, Situ Hong stopped combing her hair, a murderous aura emanating from her.

Situ Hong was somewhat dazed. It had been so many years since she had felt such murderous intent. The last time she felt it was when she killed the previous Southern Demon.

Time flies! In the blink of an eye, she has been a demon for over a decade, and has been lurking in this Old Dust Valley for over a decade as well.

Situ Hong suddenly realized that the most pleasant time she had ever had was during the years she had spent lurking in the Old Dust Valley.

No need to fight amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, no need for daily intrigue and backstabbing; one can rest easy as long as one hides their identity.

When facing Gong Ziyu, concealing her identity and extracting secrets from the palace were both effortless for her.

Having lived a carefree life for so long, I'm finding it hard to get used to facing these things again.

Situ Hong smiled coldly, put down the wooden comb in her hand. She was the Southern Demon, and no one could defeat her with her Gu poison. As long as she was not facing Gong Shangjiao, who in the Gongmen could be her opponent?

Slowly walking to the window, Situ Hong pushed open the window that had been closed all night. Sunlight, carrying a hint of warmth, rushed into the room.

Today is a rare good day in the valley, and the miasma seems to be less than before.

Situ Hong smiled faintly and reached out her hand to feel the warmth of the sunlight.

“From the day I entered the valley, I thought every day about how I would enter the palace gate.”

"Did you sneak in through a secret passage, attack through the main gate, or did Gong Ziyu secretly bring me in?"

"The most unbelievable way I've ever thought about is to enter the palace as a bride in a wedding dress."

She looked at the two people on the roof not far away, one tall and one short, one dark-skinned and one fair-skinned, one not yet twenty years old and the other a child.

Her gaze swept over Xue Zhongzi and settled on Gong Yuanzheng, her smile bright and dazzling.

"Gong Yuanzheng, do you know? There's a mission in Wufeng that everyone thinks is impossible to complete: capture you alive."

Gong Yuanzheng's expression froze slightly. He looked down and exchanged a glance with Xue Zhongzi, seeing the same confusion in her eyes.

A madness flashed in Situ Hong's eyes as she looked at Gong Yuanzheng as if he were a small beast that had strayed into a trap.

It’s not a waste of time to break through the iron shoes.

Capturing Gong Yuanzheng alive—such a great achievement could easily surpass that of Liang.

She leaped out of the brothel, wearing only a thin purple gauze dress in the cold winter.

"Everyone says that Gong Shangjiao is flawless, but few people know that he has a weakness."

"That's you, Gong Yuanzheng."

"Once we capture you, how can we not break through the palace gates!"

Before he finished speaking, a thin sword flashed with a cold light and pierced straight at Gong Yuanzheng's chest.

The swordplay was fierce and the speed was astonishing.

Gong Yuanzheng's expression changed, and he quickly took a step back, using his agility to avoid the attack.

Xue Zhongzi immediately raised his long sword to intercept Situ Hong's attack, while Gong Yuanzheng immediately threw out several hidden weapons, which struck Situ Hong's face directly.

Situ Hong casually deflected the incoming hidden weapon, then looked at Xue Zhongzi with surprise, "A child with such strong internal energy? And where did you come from, you little monster?"

Xue Zhongzi ignored her and unleashed the three moves of Fuxue in succession. Situ Hong also put away her contempt and focused on dealing with the situation.

After only a few moves, she noticed something was wrong; it seemed she couldn't muster her inner strength.

At the same time, waves of coldness swept through my limbs and bones from the inside out.

Situ Hong was terrified. How could this be? She was covered in Gu poison, how could there be any poison in this world that could harm her?

Xue Zhongzi also noticed her unusual behavior and attacked even faster. Situ Hong was caught off guard and fell heavily from the air.

"click"

A piercing pain shot through his right leg, and despite the dead of winter, cold sweat broke out on the forehead of the woman in purple.

She looked at the two people, one big and one small, walking slowly towards her and sneered, "I underestimated you."

She looked at Gong Yuanzheng and said, "I didn't expect that your poison could actually counteract my Gu poison. No wonder you dared to leave the palace."

Gong Yuanzheng remained expressionless, but a strange glint flashed in his eyes when he heard about the Gu poison.

The guards, who had been lying in wait, stepped forward and dragged Situ Hong away from the ground.

Everyone inside the Wan Hua Lou was dragged to the dungeon without exception.

The once bustling and lively Wanhua Tower has become an empty building in the blink of an eye.

The other four strongholds were also not spared. Faced with the menacing palace guards, Han Ya Si was the calmest one.

He neither begged for mercy out of fear nor lost control and cursed, but calmly asked the head servant.

"How is Yun Weishan doing?"

The attendant glanced at him with some surprise, but said nothing. He simply had him dragged back to the palace gate.

Inside the dark dungeon, Zhuo Mei watched nervously as Wu Feng was dragged in one by one.

She didn't see Yun Weishan until the last Wufeng was locked in the dungeon, and only then did she breathe a sigh of relief.

Upon entering, Situ Hong noticed the woman imprisoned in the deepest part of the dungeon. Despite being a prisoner, she was dressed neatly.

The moment she saw her face clearly, she was so shocked she almost jumped up from the ground.

"The...leader?"

All the unsharp-faced people were startled and looked at Zhuo Mei in unison.

Zhuo Mei calmly met their gaze.

“No, you are not the leader,” Situ Hong murmured. “The leader doesn’t have eyes like yours.”

Who exactly is she? She looks exactly like the leader. Situ Hong's eyes sharpened. "Who exactly are you!"

Zhuo Mei was too lazy to answer her question and turned around to sit back on the soft couch.

In the same dungeon, Wu Feng could only lie on the cold, hard ground, while she not only had a soft couch but also hot tea.

A series of bell sounds grew louder as Gong Yuanzheng walked to the cell where Wu Feng was imprisoned. Looking at the people lying haphazardly inside, he smiled slightly.

His gaze swept back and forth between Han Yaqi and Han Yasi, his handsome face filled with disdain. "Is that all Han Ya is capable of? No wonder the assassins he trained are so useless."

Han Yaqi and Han Yasi felt a sinking feeling in their hearts and looked at Gong Yuanzheng at the same time.

Gong Yuanzheng took out the medicine bottle he had found in Han Yaqi's bag and looked at Han Yaqi with a smile, "Which bottle is the antidote for the Half-Moon Fly?"

Han Yaqi shuddered, looked away, and did not answer Gong Yuanzheng's question.

Gong Yuanzheng fiddled with the medicine bottle in his hand. "It's fine if you don't say anything. I'll just take these medicines and give them to Shangguan Qian and Yun Weishan to try, one by one."

"It doesn't matter if you die, you still have yourselves. The Half-Moon Flies on your bodies will take effect sooner or later."

Without waiting for Han Yaqi's reply, Gong Yuanzheng turned around and headed towards the dungeon exit.

"The white bottle!" Han Yasi shouted, ignoring Situ Hong's murderous gaze, and repeated, "The white bottle is the antidote."

Gong Yuanzheng didn't turn around. He glanced at the white medicine bottle in his hand and curled the corners of his mouth.