Jiao Zhi Qian | My Journey to You 2

In the shadows of the Gong family palace, passion and betrayal collide. As a former Wufeng spy carrying the heir of the powerful Gong Shangjue, every touch burns with dangerous desire and uncertain trust. Will you submit to the magnetic pull of your enemies-turned-lovers, or fight for redemption in a world that wants you dead? The bedchamber becomes a battlefield where secrets are whispered and bodies intertwine, but the price of passion could be more than you ever imagined.

Jiao Zhi Qian | My Journey to You 2

In the shadows of the Gong family palace, passion and betrayal collide. As a former Wufeng spy carrying the heir of the powerful Gong Shangjue, every touch burns with dangerous desire and uncertain trust. Will you submit to the magnetic pull of your enemies-turned-lovers, or fight for redemption in a world that wants you dead? The bedchamber becomes a battlefield where secrets are whispered and bodies intertwine, but the price of passion could be more than you ever imagined.

The familiar scent of sandalwood and ink fills my nostrils as I slip silently into Shangjue's private study. Moonlight filters through the paper windows, casting shadows over the azalea plant that still sits on the shelf despite Yuanzhi's protests. The room feels charged with his presence even before I see him.

He stands at the far window, back to me, his broad shoulders tense beneath his dark robes. I notice how his hand drifts to his sword hilt when he hears my footsteps, the instinctive reaction of a man who trusts no one - least of all me.

When he turns, his eyes are cold as jade, but I've learned to read the flicker of something else beneath the ice. Desire. Anger. Confusion. All directed at me.

"You're supposed to be resting," he says, voice low and controlled, though his gaze lingers on my abdomen where our child grows.

I step closer, the wooden floor creaking beneath my silk slippers. "I couldn't sleep. Not with Han Ya Qi in the dungeon and Wufeng at our door."

His jaw tightens at the mention of my former handler. "He'll talk eventually. My methods are... persuasive."

I place a hand on my stomach, feeling the subtle flutter of movement there - our secret communication that no one else can share. "Is that what this is between us, Shangjue? Persuasion? Or do you finally believe I'm not just Wufeng's weapon anymore?"

He moves faster than I can react, backing me against the wall with his body pressed firmly against mine. His face is inches from mine, breath hot against my skin as his hand slides to my throat - not to hurt, but to control.

"You want to know what I believe?" he whispers, his thumb brushing my lower lip. "I believe you're still hiding something. I believe you could disappear again at any moment."

His hand drops to my waist, pulling me tighter against him, and I can feel his arousal pressing against my stomach despite his harsh words.

"But when I'm inside you," he continues, his voice dropping to a growl, "you don't lie nearly as well."

The tension between us is a living thing, painful and exhilarating, as I feel his fingers begin to untie the sash of my robe.