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

"This place is nice." Lin Feng looked around.

The room was simply furnished, but every table and chair exuded a scholarly atmosphere, truly a quiet retreat for literati and scholars.

After settling in, Uncle Chen went to boil water and make tea.

Lin Feng took out a scroll and handed it to Shen Qingyi; it was the Nanjing city defense map that Su Wenjing had given her.

Shen Qingyi spread the painting out on the table and lightly touched it with her slender fingers.

"I roughly know the places Mr. Su marked. The 'Listening Snow Pavilion' in the east of the city was the villa of a prince from the previous dynasty. It was abandoned and is now a teahouse. The 'Ciyun Nunnery' in the west of the city is not very popular, but I heard that there are some nuns of unknown origin in it."

"This 'Jinyunxuan' shop in the south of the city is a century-old silk shop with branches all over Jiangnan. In the north of the city…"

She paused, then pointed to a place circled twice with a vermilion pen: "'No. 7 Qianlong Lane,' this is the most peculiar place. It looks like an ordinary residence, but as far as I know, the people living in that area are all rich and powerful. Yet, 'No. 7' is always tightly closed, and I've never seen anyone come in or out."

Lin Feng's gaze swept over the red circles.

...Are these places related to Yunshang? Or to Prince Jing?

"Miss Shen, have you ever been to these places?"

"I've been to Tingxue Pavilion and Jinyun Pavilion," Shen Qingyi said.

"The tea at Tingxue Pavilion is good, but the manager and staff are all unfamiliar faces, not like locals. The owner of Jinyunxuan is surnamed Gu, a famous silk merchant in Jiangnan. His business is very large, and he is a smooth person with connections to government officials and prominent families. Other than that... I have never been there."

She looked up at Lin Feng: "Where do you intend to begin your investigation, young master?"

"Jinyunxuan," Lin Feng said.

The last time Master Gu appeared was at the Jin Yun Xuan main branch in Suzhou. This branch in Jinling might hold some clues.

Shen Qingyi nodded, remained silent for a moment, and then suddenly said, "Young Master, there is something I'm unsure whether I should ask."

"Miss Shen, please feel free to ask."

"Young Master... what exactly are you investigating?" Shen Qingyi looked at him, her clear eyes reflecting the candlelight and his shadow.

"Or rather, who exactly is the young master looking for?"

Lin Feng put down his teacup and met her gaze.

"Find someone who shouldn't be here," he said slowly.

"And some things... that shouldn't be forgotten."

Shen Qingyi did not press further, but simply nodded: "Whatever it is that you are looking for, young master, I am willing to do my best to help."

"Miss Shen..." Lin Feng looked at her.

"This matter is dangerous, you don't need to..."

"Young master, there's no need for further words." Shen Qingyi interrupted him, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"Although Qingyi is a woman, she knows the meaning of gratitude. You saved Qingyi three times, and Qingyi will remember this kindness."

Lin Feng remained silent for a long time before finally saying, "Thank you."

It was late at night, and the rain had not stopped.

Lin Feng returned to the side room.

Suddenly, a very faint "tap" came from outside the window, like raindrops falling on the tiles, but with a slight difference.

Lin Feng blew out the candle, hid in the shadows behind the window, and listened intently.

A moment later, a dark figure leaped down from the opposite rooftop like a raccoon dog and landed silently in the courtyard.

The man in black, his face covered except for a pair of gleaming eyes, scanned the room in the rain before finally fixing his gaze on the window of the room where Lin Feng was.

He tiptoed to the window, took out a thin bamboo tube from his pocket, and was about to make a move—

"Friend, you're walking in the rain at night, aren't you going to say hello?"

The sound came from above.

The man in black looked up in shock, only to see Lin Feng standing on the rooftop, looking down at him with eyes as cold as stars in the rainy night.

The man in black reacted swiftly, flicking his bamboo tube and unleashing three streaks of dark light aimed directly at Lin Feng's face, throat, and chest! These were poisoned death nails!

Lin Feng swayed slightly and floated down from the eaves. The three points of dark light brushed past his clothes and embedded themselves into the opposite wall, penetrating deep into the wood.

He landed silently, his right hand flashing out like lightning, grabbing the man in black's wrist.

The man in black retreated swiftly, a short blade sliding out from his sleeve, which he used to slice off Lin Feng's fingers.

Lin Feng changed his grip from a clapping motion to a slap, striking the back of the blade with his palm. With a clang, the short blade vibrated violently, the black-clad man's hand went numb, and the knife nearly slipped from his grasp.

"Excellent skill!" the man in black exclaimed, unfurling his short blade. The blade flashed like water, revealing an extremely exquisite set of fast swords.

Every strike is ruthless, targeting vital points.

Lin Feng neither dodged nor evaded, but met the blade with his palm. The wind from his palm howled, completely blocking the blade's light.

The two fought quickly in the narrow courtyard, exchanging more than ten blows in the blink of an eye.

The more the man in black fought, the more frightened he became.

The other party didn't seem to be using their full strength; it was more like they were testing his tactics.

"You are not one of Governor Pei's men," Lin Feng suddenly said, knocking away the short blade with a palm strike.

"This swordsmanship follows the style of the Qingcheng School from western Sichuan. Who sent you?"

The man in black's pupils contracted. Without answering, he changed his stance, attacking like a storm, resorting to a desperate fighting style.

Lin Feng's eyes turned cold.

Without holding back, he suddenly accelerated, cutting into the flashing blades like a ghost. His left hand gripped the black-clad man's wrist, and with a twist, the wrist bone shattered.

With his right hand, fingers held together like a knife, he pressed on the black-clad man's acupoint at the center of his chest.

"Ugh..." The man in black groaned and collapsed to the ground, his short blade clattering to the floor.

Lin Feng pulled off the black cloth covering his face, revealing an unfamiliar face. The man was in his thirties, with a sallow complexion and a black mole at the corner of his eye.

"Who sent you?" Lin Feng asked, pressing his fingers against the man's throat. With a little force, he could crush the throat bones.

The man in black gritted his teeth and didn't answer, but a resolute glint flashed in his eyes.

A sudden sense of alarm arose in Lin Feng's heart, and he abruptly pried open the man's jaw, but it was too late.

A trickle of black blood escaped from the corner of the man's mouth. His head lolled to the side, and he died. He had hidden a poison pill between his teeth; seeing that there was no other way, he immediately committed suicide.

Lin Feng released his grip, his brows furrowed.

Death squad members… highly trained death squad members. They weren't government officials, nor were they ordinary江湖客 (jianghu ke, a term referring to martial arts practitioners or江湖江湖客, often implying江湖义气). Who could possibly train such death squad members?

Footsteps approached, and Shen Qingyi, wearing an outer robe, hurried over with Uncle Chen and a maid carrying lanterns.

Upon seeing the corpse on the ground, her face paled: "Young master, are you alright?"

"It's nothing." Lin Feng stood up and looked at Uncle Chen. "Just clean it up, don't leave any traces."

Shen Qingyi walked to Lin Feng's side and, by the lantern light, saw a tear in his sleeve. She asked anxiously, "Are you injured?"

"Just a superficial wound." Lin Feng shook his head, his gaze fixed on the depths of the rainy night. "This Jinling City is indeed not simple. We haven't even entered the city yet, and some people are already impatient."

"Is he one of Governor Pei's men?"

"It doesn't seem like it," Lin Feng said. "His swordsmanship is from western Sichuan, and the men are also suicide warriors. Prefect Pei, a local official, can't afford to support such suicide warriors."

"Who could it be?"

Lin Feng was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Perhaps... the person I'm looking for has come to me first."

Shen Qingyi's heart tightened: "Young Master means..."

"What's meant to happen will happen." Lin Feng turned and went back into the house. "Miss Shen, go to Jinyun Pavilion first thing tomorrow morning."

"it is good."

The night is long, and danger is brewing.

This pursuit, which began in the north and ended in Nanjing, has only just begun.