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

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Feng suddenly looked up at him.

His gaze was calm and undisturbed, but for some reason, Young Master Pei felt a chill run down his spine, and the words he was about to say got stuck in his throat.

"If Brother Pei has nothing else to do, we still need to continue our journey, so please excuse us."

After Shen Qingyi finished speaking coldly, she said to Lin Feng, "Young Master Lin, let's go."

"Sister Qingyi..." Young Master Pei wanted to say something, but Shen Qingyi had already turned and walked towards the carriage, ignoring him.

Young Master Pei stood there, his face turning pale and then red, watching the two cars drive away, a look of resentment flashing in his eyes.

The convoy continued on its way.

Inside the carriage, Shen Qingyi said apologetically, "I'm sorry to have made Young Master Lin laugh. That Pei Ziyu is the nephew of the Prefect of Yingchuan. He is known for his arrogance and rudeness. Please don't take it to heart."

"It's alright," Lin Feng said calmly.

"The Pei family and the Shen family have been friends for generations, but I'm not familiar with him."

Shen Qingyi seemed unwilling to discuss this person further and changed the subject.

As evening approached, the majestic city walls of Yingchuan came into view.

After entering the city, the streets were wide, lined with shops, and teeming with people, presenting a bustling scene.

The Shen family had a villa in the city. Shen Qingyi originally wanted to invite Lin Feng to stay with her, but Lin Feng declined and stayed at the inn instead.

Shen Qingyi did not insist and agreed to meet at Taibai Tower at 5:00 PM.

The Taibai Tower in Yingchuan City is brightly lit and bustling with people tonight.

A long line of carriages and horses stood in front of the building, and guests in fine clothes came and went in an endless stream.

Tonight, the prefect of Yingchuan is hosting a banquet to welcome the imperial inspector from the capital. Almost all the officials, celebrities, and gentry in the city are present.

As Lin Feng and Shen Qingyi arrived at the building, they heard a commotion coming from inside. A loud voice was reciting poetry:

"...Autumn moon and spring breeze pass by idly, ten years of lamplight in the Jianghu night rain! Excellent! What a wonderful 'idly pass by'! Young Master Pei's poem is both generous and poignant, possessing the spirit of ancient chivalrous heroes!"

"Not at all, sirs, you flatter me."

It was Pei Ziyu's voice, feigning humility but revealing an undisguised smugness.

Shen Qingyi paused, her brows furrowing slightly, and said in a low voice, "It's Pei Ziyu. Young Master Lin, we..."

"Since we're already here..."

Lin Feng remained calm. "Are you afraid of him?"

Shen Qingyi smiled and said, "That's right. Qingyi is a guest invited by the host, why should I be afraid of him?"

The two entered Taibai Tower.

The main table was set in the center, where several officials sat. Among them was a middle-aged official with a fair complexion, a slight beard, and shrewd eyes. He was stroking his beard and smiling. He was Pei Wenyuan, the prefect of Yingchuan.

Standing beside him was Pei Ziyu, dressed in fine clothes, chatting and laughing with several guests who looked like scholars.

Shen Qingyi's appearance immediately attracted a lot of attention.

Tonight she wore a sky-blue brocade dress, with a moon-white embroidered orchid vest over it, and only a white jade hairpin in her hair. Her simple and elegant appearance made her stand out among the many gorgeous clothes in the room.

"My niece Qingyi is here!"

At the head of the table sat a kind-faced old man in a scarlet official robe, who was smiling and waving. He was none other than Prefect Chen of Yingchuan.

"Come and sit down. And this is...?"

"This is Young Master Lin Feng, Qingyi's friend," Shen Qingyi introduced gracefully.

"Oh? Young Master Lin, you have an extraordinary appearance. Please have a seat."

Prefect Chen kindly offered her his seat. He was an old friend of Shen Qingyi's father and had taken good care of this great-niece.

The two men sat down to the left of Prefect Chen. Opposite them sat the Pei family uncle and nephew.

Upon seeing Lin Feng, Pei Ziyu's eyes flashed with a hint of gloom, but she still maintained a fake smile: "Sister Qingyi, this young master Lin... doesn't understand poetry, does he?"

The contempt in his tone was obvious even to a fool.

Everyone at the table fell silent, their gazes shifting between the two.

Everyone knows that Pei Ziyu has been pursuing Shen Qingyi for many years. This sudden appearance of "Young Master Lin" is bound to be quite a show.

Before Shen Qingyi could speak, Lin Feng said calmly, "I know a little about it."

"Oh?" Pei Ziyu drawled.

"That would be perfect. With all these esteemed gentlemen gathered here tonight, a time for literary exchange, why don't you, Young Master Lin, demonstrate your skills and broaden everyone's horizons?"

These were polite words, but in reality, they were putting Lin Feng in a very difficult position.

Those present were all prominent figures from Yingchuan, with considerable literary and poetic skills. What could a mere "northern merchant" possibly know? It was clearly an attempt to embarrass him.

Prefect Chen frowned, about to smooth things over, when Lin Feng nodded: "Alright."

"Great!" Pei Ziyu's eyes flashed with smugness.

"How about we use 'wine' as the theme, with a limit of one incense stick?"

"No need." Lin Feng picked up his wine glass, walked to the window, gazed at the dimly lit street outside, and slowly recited:

"Have you not seen the Yellow River's waters come from the sky, rushing to the sea never to return? Have you not seen the bright mirror in the high hall reflecting sorrowful white hair, like black silk in the morning turning to snow by evening..."

The opening two lines are like a thunderclap! Their powerful momentum is overwhelming!

The entire building fell silent instantly.

Everyone stopped eating and listened intently.

"...Enjoy life to the fullest when you're successful, don't let your golden goblet stand empty before the moon. I was born with talents that will surely be put to use, and though a thousand pieces of gold are spent, they will return..."

The verses flow like a mighty river, rushing a thousand miles in one go.

After the poem was finished, the entire building fell into a deathly silence.

Shen Qingyi stared blankly at Lin Feng's retreating figure.

At this moment, he was no longer the taciturn traveler, but... a banished immortal descended to earth, a man of poetry and wine.

Three breaths later, the cheers exploded like thunder!

"What a beautiful poem! A masterpiece!"

"With this poem, there will be no more poems about wine in the world!"

"Young Master Lin is truly talented!"

Prefect Chen was so excited that his beard trembled: "Quick! Write it down! This poem should be engraved on a stone tablet and erected in front of Taibai Tower, so that its fame will last for generations!"

Pei Ziyu's face turned ashen, and she quietly shrank back, wishing she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Just then, something unexpected happened!

Suddenly, a piercing shriek echoed through the night sky outside the building!

Immediately afterwards, several dark figures swooped down from the opposite rooftop like night owls, their weapons gleaming coldly, heading straight for the main table!

"There's an assassin!"

"Protect the adults!"

Exclamations, the sound of shattering cups and plates, and the sound of weapons being drawn all mingled together in an instant.

The guests scattered in panic, tables and chairs were overturned, and chaos ensued.

The several dark figures had a clear target—the Imperial Inspector and the Prefect of Yingchuan, who were seated at the head of the table!

They were agile and ruthless with their swords, clearly not ordinary thieves.

"Protect Miss!" Zhou Tong and the Shen family guards drew their swords and stepped forward to protect Shen Qingyi.

Lin Feng's eyes turned cold, and with a flick of his wrist, three bamboo chopsticks on the table were already between his fingers. Seeing a man in black swing a knife at Prefect Chen, he raised his hand, and the chopsticks shot out like lightning!

"Hiss hiss hiss!"

With three soft clicks, the bamboo chopsticks precisely pierced the black-clad man's wrist, knee, and shoulder!

The man in black screamed, the knife slipped from his hand, and he fell from mid-air like a kite with a broken string, crashing into a group of tables and chairs.

Seeing this, the other assassins shouted and two of them abandoned their target and rushed towards Lin Feng! The blades flashed like snow, blocking his escape routes.

"Watch out!" Shen Qingyi exclaimed.

Instead of retreating, Lin Feng advanced, his figure slicing into the blade's light like a ghost.

With a swift movement of his left hand, he seized an assassin's wrist, twisting it forcefully. A cracking sound rang out as the knife was transferred to his hand. With a swift motion of his right hand, the stolen blade traced a cold, crescent-shaped arc before colliding with another blade that was slashing towards him.

"clang!"

Sparks flew everywhere! The assassin felt an immense force surge through him, his hand split open, and he nearly dropped his knife.