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

Yun Li was stunned, subconsciously taking half a step back. She looked at the empty alley behind him, then looked at him again: "Moving to... the General's Mansion? Why so suddenly? I'm fine here...."

"It's not safe here." Lin Feng took a step forward, almost crossing the threshold, his gaze fixed on her.

"I just returned from outside the city. A group of refugees were killed by scattered Di and Rong soldiers in the wilderness less than thirty miles to the west. Men, women, and children were all killed without exception."

He spoke quickly, each word like a stone being struck: "I'm worried about you living here alone. I might go to war at any time and won't be able to look after you all the time. I'll only feel at ease if you move to the general's mansion, where you'll be guarded by personal soldiers."

Yun Li's face paled slightly, clearly shocked by the tragic scene he described.

But she immediately shook her head, her voice soft yet firm: "I appreciate the General's kindness. But the General's residence is an official residence, and I... what status would I have to stay there? Without a name or status, I would only invite gossip and damage the General's reputation. I cannot..."

"Then I'll give you a title!"

Lin Feng interrupted her, almost blurting it out.

As soon as he said it, he was stunned for a moment, but seeing Yun Li's eyes widen instantly and the helplessness on her pale face, the surging emotions in his chest found an outlet and became exceptionally clear and firm.

He took a deep breath, slowed his speech, and spoke with even greater solemnity, each word like a branding iron: "I mean, I'm going to marry you. You will marry me, become my wife, and rightfully move into the General's Mansion. I will protect you, and from now on, no one can harm you in the slightest."

The courtyard was deathly silent.

The wind swept through the alleyway, swirling up a few fallen leaves.

Yun Li stared at him blankly, as if trying to find any trace of a joke on his face, but she only saw a reckless seriousness and the lingering fear and urgency from the bloodshed of the battlefield deep in his eyes.

"General..." Her lips moved, but her voice was barely audible.

"Marriage is a serious matter, not something to be taken lightly. You...do you even know who I am? I..."

"I know you are Yun Li." Lin Feng interrupted her again, his gaze intense.

"That's enough. I, Lin Feng, am a rough man, I don't understand romance, and I can't say sweet words. But if I say I'll protect you, it means it's for life. Seeing that tragic scene today, I realize how afraid I am. Afraid that something will happen to you, afraid that I can't protect you. Marry me, so I can protect you rightfully, okay?"

He stretched out his hand, still stained with dried blood—whether from an enemy or a comrade—and held it straight out in front of her, waiting for her answer.

There are no fancy words, only the simplest concerns and the most direct promises.

Yun Li looked at his outstretched hand, then looked up at him. In those eyes that were always calm as water, complex emotions surged at this moment—astonishment, confusion, a hint of barely perceptible emotion, and a deeper, indescribable sorrow and struggle.

Time seemed to stand still.

After a long while, she very gently and slowly placed her hand in his large, rough, blood-stained palm.

My fingertips were cold and trembling slightly.

"Okay." She lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes casting shadows on her pale cheeks. Her voice was as soft as a sigh, yet it carried a kind of resolute determination.

"Yun Li...I'm willing to marry her."

Lin Feng felt as if the huge boulder that had been pressing down on him, making it hard for him to breathe, had suddenly fallen to the ground.

He abruptly clenched his hand, gripping her slightly cool hand tightly, and nodded vigorously: "Okay! I'll go prepare right away! Keep it simple, but make sure you don't miss out on the proper etiquette!"

Three days later, in Shuofeng City, at Lin Feng's Deputy Commander's Mansion.

There were no lanterns or decorations, and no guests filling the house.

The mansion gate was simply swept clean, and a somewhat haphazardly pasted red couplet was displayed. Guests were limited to a few colleagues from the army and trusted confidants like Lao Dao; Zhao Dechang sent a congratulatory gift.

The ceremony was so simple it was almost haphazard.

Lin Feng wore a half-new crimson robe. Yun Li wore a light red dress, a ready-made garment bought temporarily from the best embroidery shop in the city, with a plain silver hairpin in her hair and light makeup on her face.

Right in the main hall of the mansion, facing the ancestral tablets of Heaven and Earth, the couple, under the supervision of an elderly clerk who had been temporarily invited, bowed to Heaven and Earth, bowed to their parents (from afar), and then bowed to each other.

The ceremony is complete.

There was no noisy banquet. Colleagues offered a few toasts and auspicious words before tactfully taking their leave. The mansion quickly quieted down.

The new room was the east wing, which was tidy and had a pair of large red candles lit.

Lin Feng closed the door, shutting out the noise from outside.

He walked to the table, picked up the wine pot, poured two cups of nuptial wine, turned around and walked to the bedside, handing one cup to Yun Li who was sitting quietly.

In the candlelight, her eyes were lowered, and her fair skin was accentuated by her light red dress.

"Madam," Lin Feng said, the form of address making him feel somewhat unaccustomed, yet a strange warmth welled up within him. "Let's drink a cup of nuptial wine."

Yun Li raised her eyes, glanced at him, and took the wine glass. The two intertwined their arms and each drank it down.

He put down his wine glass, and another silence fell. The decisiveness he had shown in front of the hall just moments before had now turned into an awkward and unfamiliar silence.

They didn't really know each other very well. This marriage began with the lingering fear triggered by a tragedy and a promise that urgently needed to be settled, as hasty as the weather in the northern desert.

"I..." Lin Feng wanted to say something, but found himself at a loss for words.

He was a warrior who fought on the battlefield, decisive and ruthless, yet now he didn't know how to get along with his newlywed wife.

In the end, he only took out a jade pendant from his pocket. It was of ordinary quality and carved with simple cloud patterns. "This was left to me by my mother. She said it was for... her daughter-in-law. Here you go."

Yun Li took the jade pendant, her fingertips caressing the warm, smooth jade surface. After a moment of silence, she also took off a thin, inconspicuous silver bracelet from her wrist, took Lin Feng's hand, and placed it in his palm.

"This is... left to me by my mother. May the general be safe."

A simple exchange is worth a thousand words.

Lin Feng reached out and gently placed his hand on her lap.

"Don't be afraid," he whispered, unsure whether he was speaking to her or to himself.

"From now on, this will be your home. As long as I live, I will protect you."

Yun Li's fingertips trembled slightly, but she did not withdraw her hand. After a long while, she nodded almost imperceptibly.

The red candle burned quietly, its wax slowly accumulating.

Outside the window, the eternal night wind of Shuofeng City could be heard;

Inside the window, it was a night when two people were hastily brought together by an accidental killing, tentatively testing each other, and silently making promises.