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

Upon opening the box, one finds not gold or silver jewelry, but neatly stacked letters, account books, and several documents sealed with sealing wax and bearing a special seal.

Lin Feng picked up the top letter, which wasn't sealed with sealing wax, unfolded it, and his eyes suddenly sharpened like knives.

The letter was addressed to the "pawnbroker of Yongchang," but its contents concerned the time and place of the handover of a batch of "goods" (implicitly referring to military equipment), as well as the arrangements for the next "meeting." The code name for the recipient mentioned in the letter was "Mountain God"! This perfectly matches Wang Heng's confession that the Black Wind Valley Mountain God Temple was the handover point between the Di Rong and "Shadow Swan"!

He then quickly flipped through the other letters and ledgers.

The letters were mostly written in coded language and required time to decipher, but the ledgers were relatively clear, recording details of multiple "goods" transactions, including the time, quantity, handler's code, and handover location—each entry was shocking.

The words "Jingzhou Yutai Trading Company" appeared repeatedly, along with an instruction codenamed "Shadow Master." Lin Feng carefully examined the seals on the several sealed documents, and his heart skipped a beat—the patterns on those seals were remarkably similar to the dragon and cloud patterns on the half-jade pendant he had found on Wang Heng! Only more intricate, and surrounded by an ancient seal script character "Li"!

Li Bing! It really is Li Bing! Even if this seal isn't Li Bing's personal seal, it must be related to him! These sealed documents are very likely direct evidence of Li Bing's dealings with "Yinghu" and even the Di Rong!

"Good! Very good!" Lin Feng laughed angrily, carefully putting away the letters, ledgers, and documents, placing them in a waterproof leather bag, and keeping them close to his body.

These are irrefutable pieces of evidence that could bring down Li Bing and even shake the imperial court!

"Captain, the 'Yongchang' pawnshop has also been cleaned up." Old Dao walked in quickly and said in a low voice.

"We searched a lot of things. One of the guys couldn't withstand the torture and confessed. He said their superior was a 'Swan Guard' directly sent by the 'Swan Leader,' and they usually communicated through secret letters and specific codes. That 'Swan Guard' is..."

Old Dao's gaze fell on the man in black who had been dragged aside and was still glaring at them with resentful eyes.

"It's him," Lin Feng replied coldly.

"Where is 'the leader'? Has he confessed?"

"That guy's rank is too low. He only knows that 'Swan Head' is their leader, who appears and disappears like a ghost. He's never seen his face. All contact and instructions are relayed through this 'Swan Guard.' As for this 'Swan Guard'..." Old Knife looked at the man in black, a ruthless glint in his eyes.

"It might be difficult to get him to talk anytime soon. However, we just found this on him." Old Dao handed over a thin sheepskin that was carefully folded and no bigger than the palm of his hand.

Lin Feng unfolded the sheepskin, on which was drawn a simple map with extremely fine strokes, seemingly depicting the terrain of Shuofeng City and its surroundings. About thirty miles southwest of the city, a place called "Wild Wolf Valley" was marked with a striking red dot in cinnabar. Next to it was a line of small characters: "At the turn of the lunar month, at midnight, under the old locust tree in the valley."

"The beginning and end of the lunar month...that is tomorrow night!" Lin Feng's eyes narrowed.

The new moon is the first day of the month, and the full moon is the fifteenth. The period between the new and full moon, that is, between the fourteenth and sixteenth of each month, is considered the perfect time for a secret rendezvous, signifying the alternation of yin and yang and the unpredictable brightness of the moonlight. And "Under the Old Locust Tree in Wild Wolf Valley" is clearly an agreed-upon meeting place!

"The 'Swan Head' will most likely appear in Wolf Valley tomorrow night, or send an important figure there!" Lin Feng gripped the sheepskin tightly, his mind racing.

This is an excellent opportunity! But it could also be a trap! The other side has just lost their inside man in Shuofeng City and this secret contact point. They will surely be alarmed and may cancel or change the rendezvous plan, or they may deploy a large force to launch a counterattack.

"Clean this place up immediately. Secretly take the corpses and prisoners back to the dungeon and keep them under strict guard. Interrogate them separately, especially that 'Swan Guard.' No matter what, pry his mouth open! I need to know the details of the rendezvous at Wild Wolf Valley: how many people were on the other side, what their signals were, whether they used any code words, and the characteristics of the contact person!" Lin Feng quickly gave the order.

"Old Dao, you personally lead a team of your most elite men, set off tonight, and secretly infiltrate Wolf Valley. Deploy troops in advance, scout the terrain, and set up ambushes. Remember, absolute secrecy is crucial; the enemy must not detect anything!"

"Yes!" Old Dao accepted the order, a hint of excitement and seriousness flashing in his eyes.

"Back to the yamen!" Lin Feng mounted his horse, gave a low shout, and led his elite scouts, like ghosts disappearing into the morning mist, quickly vanishing at the end of the winding streets.

They must make all the necessary preparations before their opponents can react, in preparation for tomorrow's life-or-death battle at Wolf Valley.

On the way, the mystery of Yun Li's identity weighed on his heart like a heavy stone.

What should he do with her? Should he report it according to the law and arrest and interrogate her as a wanted criminal?

Or... should we keep it a secret for now and use her to lure out an even bigger fish?

Or perhaps... in some corner of his heart, a possibility he didn't want to think about—protecting her simply because she was the woman who, in a moment of crisis, used blood as ink to warn him and the city.

Reason and emotion, duty and selfishness, loyalty to the emperor and morality were locked in a fierce battle within him.

He knew that every decision he made could push the vulnerable woman at the center of the vortex toward a completely different fate, or it could lead himself, and even the entire Shuofeng Border Army, into unpredictable dangers.

He had to see her, no matter what. Not as an interrogator, but as… someone seeking answers and also wanting to make some kind of promise, a complex and difficult identity.

The low-lying courtyard at the end of the alley seemed to be swallowed up at any moment in this boundless darkness.

In the past few days, since Lin Feng left, Xiao Qingli has been like a frightened bird.

She knew: he must have suspected something.

Those sharp eyes seemed to pierce through her layers of disguise, reaching the deepest secrets in her heart.

He will come again.

Next time, the questioning might not be so "polite." Prison, torture instruments, cold interrogation... these words, like venomous snakes, coiled around her heart, almost suffocating her.