Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

"Young master, you've arrived."

Hearing the noise, Fengniang turned around.

That alluring face carried a hint of listless languor and the joy of seeing her beloved.

She stood up, moved gracefully to Lin Mo's side, and then very naturally pressed herself against Lin Mo's arm.

"The guest you sent here is quite fragile."

Feng Niang stretched out her slender, nail-painted finger and pointed at Wu Liang, who was still twitching in the chair. Her red lips pouted slightly, with a hint of complaint.

"I only used a few small tools, and he said everything. It's really disappointing."

She pointed to the table next to her.

There, spread out a newly drawn map, which was the defensive layout of Tiebi Pass.

Beside it, there was a neatly stacked pile of confessions covered with writing.

"He even confessed to having several concubines and which positions they preferred."

Qin Ruxue: "..."

She silently observed everything before her.

From Wu Liang, who was shaking like a leaf, to Feng Niang, who was smiling sweetly.

Even though she had killed countless enemies, witnessed the most gruesome deaths, and personally severed countless heads.

But what she saw gave her a completely new understanding of the word "interrogation".

Her killings were like the clash of swords on the battlefield, a single, decisive strike to the throat—a clash of strength and skill, swift and clean.

Feng Niang, on the other hand, was witty and humorous.

Those ingenious instruments of torture were used to peel away a person's dignity, will, and even soul piece by piece.

That's not killing people, that's destroying their spirit.

For the first time, Qin Ruxue realized the chilling power hidden beneath the beautiful exterior of this alluring woman before her.

And the importance of this power to a faction.

"cough."

Lin Mo coughed lightly and patted Feng Niang's hand that was wrapped around his arm.

"Thanks for your hard work."

"It's not hard work at all~ How could working for you be hard work~"

Feng Niang smiled even sweeter, pressing herself even closer, her amazingly soft breasts squeezing Lin Mo's arm through the fabric.

Her gaze swept over Qin Ruxue, who remained silent to the side.

"Oh dear, this place is filthy. I'm sorry to have made you laugh, Sister Ruxue."

Feng Niang showed a concerned expression and took the initiative to pull Qin Ruxue along.

"Come on, let me have someone prepare some fragrant tea and snacks. Let's go upstairs to talk, so as not to offend your sister with the smell."

As Fengniang spoke, she affectionately took Qin Ruxue's arm and led her outside.

"Young master, what are you waiting for? Come on!"

Seeing Lin Mo still standing there in a daze, Feng Niang gave him a flirtatious wink.

That vixen, she really knows how to get things done.

Lin Mo shook his head helplessly and could only silently follow.

……

Zhenfu Division, Tea Room.

Compared to the cold and damp underground, this place is decorated in an elegant manner.

Feng Niang personally poured hot tea for Lin Mo and Qin Ruxue, her movements skillful and elegant, as if she were not the one who had just been playing with torture instruments in the imperial prison.

The aroma of tea wafted through the air, but the atmosphere felt somewhat frozen.

Qin Ruxue sat upright, saying nothing, only staring at the Iron Wall Pass defense map on the table.

The drawing was extremely detailed, clearly marking the locations of arrow towers, barracks, granaries, and even latrines.

This was the intelligence she had been dreaming of, but the process of obtaining it made her stomach churn.

Feng Niang then returned to her boneless appearance, leaning half of her body against Lin Mo, her jade hand holding a peeled grape, and bringing it to Lin Mo's lips.

"Young master, have a taste. This was bought from a merchant from the Western Regions; it's very sweet~"

Lin Mo opened his mouth and ate, while also taking the finger that she had offered him the food into his mouth.

Fengniang gave him a reproachful look, but didn't pull her hand back.

The atmosphere there made Lin Mo feel as if the temperature in the tea room had risen a few degrees.

Qin Ruxue, who was standing to the side, tightened her grip on the teacup, causing ripples to spread across the tea inside.

That's enough! No flirting during work hours!

Lin Mo felt like he was sitting on the crater of a volcano, with icebergs on one side and flames on the other.

He cleared his throat and decided to get to the point.

"Let's get down to business."

He pointed to the map and confession on the table.

"Both of you, my dear ministers, please share your thoughts."

Qin Ruxue seemed to have finally heard those words.

She immediately looked away from Fengniang and refocused on the map.

Her entire aura changed; the decisive and ruthless female general was back.

"Wu Zhong was ambitious but incompetent, greedy and lustful, and his soldiers were poorly trained."

"But after all, the Iron Wall Pass is defended by more than 50,000 troops. Even if they are just a bunch of small fry, they are not to be underestimated by us now."

"But look here."

Qin Ruxue pointed to a narrow pass on the map.

"The confession states that Wu Zhong would personally escort a batch of 'tax silver' out of the pass every month and deliver it to his secret manor outside the pass."

"I think this is his only weakness, and also our best opportunity."

"My idea is to assemble the Xuanjia Battalion and ambush them here, capturing the leader first. Once Wu Zhong is captured, Iron Wall Pass will be leaderless, and we can defeat them in one battle!"

Qin Ruxue's plan was simple, direct, and efficient.

Lin Mo nodded.

This is so Qin Ruxue, the standard woman who takes action rather than talk.

"Sister Ruxue's plan is indeed excellent."

Feng Niang’s soft voice rang out, and she picked up another grape and slowly peeled its skin.

"However... the Xuanjia Camp is the foundation of Black Wind City. If anything goes wrong, the losses for us will be enormous."

She held the peeled grapes to Lin Mo's lips again, while her other hand, seemingly unintentionally, turned to a page of the confession.

"Young master, sister, please look here."

"Wu Zhong is not only greedy for money, but also extremely arrogant."

"Several of his lieutenants had long harbored resentment towards him."

Feng Niang's fingertips touched several names.

"This one is a heavy drinker; this one is a compulsive gambler; and this one has an affair with Wu Zhong's concubine..."

She chuckled, her eyes sparkling with allure.

"Why resort to knives and guns to deal with this kind of person?"

"Let me send some men over there. I guarantee they'll open the city gates themselves, tie Wu Zhong up, and deliver him to you, my lord."

"Isn't it wonderful to win without bloodshed?"

Lin Mo nodded after listening.

One is a decapitation strike, the other is a physical ritual of atonement.

One method is to subvert and infiltrate, thus undermining the enemy's ability to survive.

Looking at the two women before him, one dashing and the other alluring and seductive, Lin Mo had only one thought in his mind: Only children make choices.

"Your plans are all excellent."

Lin Mo made the final decision.

"Ru Xue, you are responsible for developing a specific ambush plan, selecting elite troops, and having them ready to act at any time. Capturing the leader first is always the most efficient way to break the deadlock."

He then looked at Fengniang.

"Fengniang, your infiltration plan is also underway. A two-pronged approach gives them double the protection. Even if Wu Zhong doesn't take the bait, his own backyard will still be in turmoil."

"However," Lin Mo changed the subject, "that's not enough."

"To forge iron, one must be strong oneself. No matter how ingenious the plan, it must be backed by the strength to overturn the table."

As he spoke, Lin Mo slowly closed his eyes, his mind sinking into his thoughts...