Too many female prisoners, a special forces soldier transmigrates and marries wildly.

The next morning, Lin Feng woke up in the slightly glaring morning light.

The soldier delivering the food arrived on time, still with that expressionless face. He put down the food box and left without looking to the side.

Lin Feng opened the food box; it was no different from any other day.

However, just as he was about to eat, his fingers inadvertently touched the bottom of the bowl and felt a very slight texture, different from that of coarse pottery.

Without making a sound, he picked up the bowl and, under the guise of drinking porridge, carefully felt the inside of the bowl with his fingertips. Sure enough, in an inconspicuous spot where the glaze had chipped off at the bottom edge of the bowl, there was a small, hardened wax ball, about the size of a grain of rice!

Lin Feng's heart skipped a beat. He quickly used his fingernail to pry out the wax pellet and, under the guise of lowering his head to drink porridge, put the wax pellet into his mouth.

The wax pill quickly softened in his mouth, revealing a small roll of paper wrapped in oiled paper inside. He pretended to choke on the porridge, coughed a few times, turned his back to the door, and quickly spat out the oiled paper roll, hiding it in his palm.

Only after the guards made no unusual movements did he slowly unroll the oiled paper.

The above was written in Hou Qi's crooked yet extremely familiar handwriting, in very fine strokes, densely packed: "Greetings, Your Excellency. The survivor confessed, revealing the hiding places of two people. They have been captured; they are assassins, and little is known about them. Zhou An is missing, suspected of being a fugitive. The doctor is on the trail, suspected to be 'Ghost Hand Poison Doctor' Mo Sangeng, skilled in using rare poisons, or perhaps a henchman of the Di Rong's 'Shadow Hawk,' currently under investigation. The Qi residence is closed, and carriages are frequently going to Ciyun Nunnery in the south of the city. The nuns are making purchases more frequently than usual, suspected of carrying people and delivering goods, and are being secretly monitored. Martial law is in effect outside, and Lord Feng is furious, having secretly reported to the court. Your Excellency, do not be impatient, wait for the right opportunity. Qi."

These few words contain a wealth of information!

"Ciyun Nunnery...the purchases are unusually high..." Lin Feng's mind raced.

Hou Qi's suspicions were quite reasonable. The nunnery had a limited number of members and did not have much money. If they were frequently buying large quantities of rice and flour, it was very likely that they were supporting the people hiding there.

The frequent visits of the Qi Prince's carriage were even more suspicious. If Zhou An was indeed hiding there, then Ciyun Nunnery was either a secret hideout used by "Falcon" or the Qi Prince to conceal key figures! We must find a way to get Feng Zhen to investigate, and it must be done quickly and suddenly, catching them off guard!

How to subtly convey this message to Feng Zhen?

Through Wang the clerk? Wang the clerk already knows, but will Feng Zhen take immediate action? Judging from what Hou Qixin said, Feng Zhen is only "keeping a close watch," clearly still hesitant, or waiting for more conclusive evidence.

Lin Feng's gaze swept across the room again, finally landing on the writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone on the table.

Feng Zhen gave him paper and pen, ostensibly to write a "self-defense statement," but in reality, he wanted to see what he could write, or perhaps it was a test. Maybe this was where they could start their scheme?

He picked up his pen and spread out the paper, but instead of writing a self-defense statement, he began to "casually" write some seemingly chaotic sentences, like a musing in distress or a draft to organize his thoughts.

He wrote "Zhou An disappeared, like a clay ox sinking into the sea", "The doctor who uses poison is known in the martial arts world as 'Ghost Hand'", "The carriages of Prince Qi's mansion frequently come and go", and finally, in the corner of the paper, he seemingly casually wrote "There is a temple in the south of the city called Ciyun. The incense is sparse, but the carriages and horses are constant and the purchases are quite plentiful, which is unusual".

He wrote slowly, his handwriting sometimes neat and sometimes messy, as if he were in a state of unease.

After finishing writing, he did not put the paper away, but left it on the table, then walked to the window, stood with his hands behind his back, as if deep in thought.

He knew that the soldiers guarding the door would peek inside through the crack in the door every now and then. This draft "notes" would likely be seen by them and reported. Feng Zhen was suspicious; seeing these "casual" clues, especially the one about "Ciyun Nunnery," combined with other reported information, would surely arouse his serious attention and prompt him to decide to search Ciyun Nunnery!

This is a risky move, which may expose his continued connection with the outside world, but he can't worry about that now.

We must expedite Feng Zhen's actions; otherwise, things may change!

If Zhou An is indeed hiding in Ciyun Nunnery, once the other party realizes that he is being monitored, they may move again or even kill him!

Sure enough, a guard came in and took away the draft.

Shortly after lunch, footsteps could be heard outside the door.

The door opened, and Yang Dingbian walked in with two personal guards, his face stern.

"Master Lin," Yang Dingbian said, "the Imperial Envoy requests your presence in the second hall."

Lin Feng's heart skipped a beat; Feng Zhen had indeed seen it! He calmly said, "Thank you for your trouble, Captain Yang."

Stepping into the second hall again, the atmosphere was even more somber than last time.

Feng Zhen sat upright behind the desk, his face solemn, his gaze sharp as lightning, as if he could pierce through people's hearts.

Besides Yang Dingbian, Wang Shuli, the clerk, stood respectfully below the hall with his hands at his sides.

"Lin San, I gave you paper and pen so you could write your defense and state your grievances. But you're just scribbling on the paper. Where did you hear these rumors and gossip?" Feng Zhen cut to the chase, throwing the draft "random notes" onto the table, his voice revealing neither joy nor anger.

Lin Feng bowed and said, "Your Honor, I am imprisoned and anxious, fearing that the villains will go unpunished and the truth will be obscured. My thoughts and ideas are just random scribbles, with no other intention. Some of what I wrote on the paper is what I learned during my previous investigations, and some... I heard other prisoners talking about it while I was imprisoned. I don't know if it's true or not, so I wrote it down in the hope that Your Honor will investigate."

"Mentioned in casual conversation?" Feng Zhen stared at him. "Ciyun Nunnery is a quiet Buddhist place, with few worshippers. What is there to talk about? Constant carriages and horses, and abundant purchases—are these details also considered casual conversation in prison?"

Lin Feng's heart tightened, knowing that Feng Zhen had become suspicious, but he remained calm on the surface: "Reporting to Your Excellency, I previously conducted undercover investigations in the city and have some understanding of various places in Qingzhou. It is true that Ciyun Temple is located in a remote area and its incense is not very popular. As for the matter of purchasing carriages and horses... a couple of days ago, I overheard the soldiers delivering meals chatting with their colleagues, mentioning that things were not peaceful in the south of the city recently, with frequent sightings of unfamiliar carriages and horses, so I took note of it. I made wild guesses, which was really inappropriate, please forgive me, Your Excellency." He shifted the blame to the non-existent "soldier's gossip," since Feng Zhen couldn't verify what each soldier had said anyway.

Feng Zhen gave Lin Feng a deep look, remaining noncommittal.

Of course, he didn't believe Lin Feng's nonsense. What "military lord's gossip"? Clearly, someone had passed a message to Lin Feng through a channel he didn't know about!

But at this moment, he didn't want to delve into that.

Because what Lin Feng wrote on the paper perfectly matched the unusual information Wang the clerk had secretly reported about the carriage of the Prince Qi's mansion and the Ciyun Nunnery! This made him even more convinced that there must be something fishy about the Ciyun Nunnery!

"Lin San, do you know what a heinous crime it is to frame a prince and slander Buddhism?" Feng Zhen's tone turned sinister.

"This humble subject wouldn't dare!" Lin Feng hurriedly replied. "This humble subject had absolutely no intention of framing anyone! I simply felt something was amiss, and having these doubts, I dared not conceal them from you, sir. If what I have said is false, I am willing to accept any punishment!"

Feng Zhen remained silent for a moment, his fingers lightly tapping the table, seemingly weighing the pros and cons. Finally, a decisive glint flashed in his eyes, and he said to Yang Dingbian, "Captain Yang!"

"Your subordinate is here!"

"Gather one hundred elite soldiers and set off immediately to surround Ciyun Nunnery in the south of the city! Under the pretext of searching for Di Rong spies and the fugitive Zhou An, conduct a thorough search inside and out! Note that it is a 'search,' not a 'confiscation.' Be polite to the nuns inside, but if you encounter resistance or discover suspicious persons or items, you may act as you see fit!"

"Yes, sir!" Yang Dingbian perked up, clasped his hands in acceptance, and strode away.

Lin Feng felt somewhat relieved.

Feng Zhen did indeed take action. If there was something fishy going on at Ciyun Nunnery, this surprise attack might very well yield some results!

"Lin San," Feng Zhen's gaze fell on Lin Feng again, "I will investigate the clues you provided. If they are true, you will have redeemed yourself. If they are false, or if you colluded with outsiders to spread false information and mislead me... Hmph, you will be punished for multiple crimes and will not be let off lightly! Take him back to his room and keep him under strict guard!"

"Yes!" The guard stepped forward.

Lin Feng was taken back to the west wing room, and the door was firmly closed again.

But this time, he felt much more at ease.

All he has to do now is wait.