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

Qin Mo remained silent for a long time before slowly saying, "Burn it."

"Burned?"

"Once the register is burned, Prince Jing's arrangements in Jiangnan will become an unsolved mystery, and the court will have nothing to investigate. Only then can these undercover agents survive." Qin Mo picked up the register and walked to the lamp.

"As for these secret letters... keep them; they might come in handy later."

He held the roster up to the lamplight.

Flames leaped, and the register turned to ashes in the flames.

"Junior sister," he turned to look at Fairy Lengyue, "you've suffered these past years."

Cold Moon Fairy turned her face away, her voice slightly choked: "Why say such things? What...what are your plans for the future?"

"Clean house." A cold glint flashed in Qin Mo's eyes. "If the Shadow Guard traitors are not eliminated, there will never be peace in Jiangnan. The person behind Black Wolf must be found."

"I'll help you," Lin Feng suddenly said.

Qin Mo looked at him with a look of relief in his eyes, but then shook his head: "You cannot show your face. Lin Feng, you are the garrison commander of Shuofeng. Entering the capital without imperial decree is already a serious crime. If you get involved in this matter, you will surely be suspected. I will handle this matter."

"But……"

"No buts."

Qin Mo interrupted him, took out a black token from his pocket, and handed it to Lin Feng.

"This is the 'Shadow' token, which can mobilize the Shadow Guards loyal to Prince Jing. Take it; if you encounter danger, you can use this token to seek help. But remember, do not use it unless absolutely necessary."

Lin Feng took the token; it felt heavy in his hand. The front was engraved with the character "Shadow," and the back had a simple cloud pattern.

"Wait for me here. If I do not return in three days, leave Jinling immediately and return to Shuofeng."

Qin Mo bowed deeply to Fairy Lengyue, "Junior Sister, take care."

After saying that, he turned and went out, his figure flashing as he disappeared into the night.

Fairy Lengyue gazed in the direction he had disappeared, remaining motionless for a long time. After a long while, she sighed softly and closed the door.

That morning, Lin Feng practiced breathing exercises by the pool for a while.

Shen Qingyi walked along the bamboo path carrying a bamboo basket filled with freshly picked herbs.

"Aren't you going back to Shuofeng?" Shen Qingyi asked softly, her head bowed as she arranged the herbs.

"We have to go back eventually. The border... we can't stay away for long."

Lin Feng remained silent.

Yes, he is the garrison commander of Shuofeng. Leaving the camp without orders is already a serious crime. If he does not return, he will surely be sentenced to death.

But what about Shen Qingyi? Take her back to Shuofeng? The border is bitterly cold there; how could she, a young lady from a prominent family in Jiangnan, endure it?

"Qingyi," he began, his voice hoarse, "would you... be willing to come with me to the North Wind?"

Shen Qingyi paused, then looked up at him.

"It's tough there," Lin Feng continued.

"The wind and sand are strong, the winters are cold, and the food is rough. There's no prosperity of Nanjing, no painted boats on the Qinhuai River, only the Gobi Desert, city walls, and beacon towers. You'll find it hard to get used to."

"Won't you feel uncomfortable with me there?" Shen Qingyi asked back.

"No," Lin Feng shook his head, "but..."

"That's enough." Shen Qingyi smiled slightly, put the sorted herbs into the bamboo basket, and stood up.

"Lin Feng, I'd go anywhere as long as I can be with you."

She spoke calmly, yet her words were firm. A surge of warmth welled up in Lin Feng's heart, and he stood up to take her hand.

A long, mournful howl suddenly echoed from the distant mountains and forests, growing louder as it approached. It was Qin Mo's howl!

A moment later, a gray shadow swept across the bamboo forest like a large bird and landed in the courtyard. It was Qin Mo.

His clothes were stained with blood, a deep wound on his left arm that exposed bone, and abrasions on his face, but his eyes remained sharp. He carried a cloth bag in his hand, which was still oozing blood.

"Senior brother!" Fairy Lengyue quickly stepped forward to check his injuries.

"It's nothing serious, just a superficial wound."

Qin Mo waved his hand and threw the cloth bundle on the ground. The bundle unfurled, revealing a human head—it was Black Wolf! His one eye was wide open in anger, his face filled with resentment.

"The traitor leader has been executed, and the remaining followers have scattered." Qin Mo took a breath and sat down on the stone bench.

"But I pressed him for details and found out that behind Black Wolf was that 'Grand Secretary Li' from the imperial court."

"Li Song?" Fairy Lengyue's expression changed.

"Exactly." Qin Mo sneered.

He took out a thin book from his pocket: "This is a copy of the secret letters between Li Song and Prince Jing, which we found on Black Wolf. Although it's not the original, it's enough to give that old thief a hard time."

……

Three days later, at the first light of dawn, Lin Feng and Shen Qingyi finished packing and bid farewell to Fairy Lengyue.

Nothing happened along the way.

That day, the carriage suddenly stopped. Lin Feng lifted the curtain: "What happened?"

Lei Bao pointed ahead: "Boss, there are soldiers setting up a checkpoint."

A hundred paces ahead, a roadblock was set up on the official road, where a dozen soldiers stood with guns, checking passing pedestrians and vehicles.

Judging from the banners, they are soldiers from Yingchuan Prefecture.

"It's just a routine matter, no need to be nervous."

Lin Feng lowered the carriage curtain and said to Shen Qingyi, "Stay in the carriage and don't show your face."

The carriage slowly drove up to the roadblock.

A bearded officer stepped forward and asked in a gruff voice, "Where are you from? Where are you going? Travel documents!"

Lin Feng handed over his travel permit. The officer took it, glanced at it, and then scrutinized Lin Feng: "A merchant from the North? What goods do you sell?"

"Fur goods, medicinal herbs."

"Who's on the bus?"

"My wife has caught a cold and shouldn't be exposed to the wind," Lin Feng said without changing his expression.

The officer looked at the carriage suspiciously and was about to lift the curtain to check when a thin man who looked like a clerk suddenly leaned over and whispered a few words in his ear.

The officer's expression changed, and his gaze towards Lin Feng became different, now showing more scrutiny and... apprehension.

"Let them through." He waved his hand, signaling the soldiers to remove the roadblocks.

The carriage drove by. Lin Feng glanced back and saw the officer and clerk looking at them, talking in hushed tones.

His heart sank—had he been recognized? Or... was there something else going on?

After traveling several miles, Lei Bao whispered, "Master, that officer is acting strangely. The way he looks at us is like he's eyeing fat sheep."

"Not a fat sheep, but prey," Lin Feng sneered.

"Let's find a place to rest ahead, and stay alert tonight."

In the evening, we settled down at a small town inn.

Lin Feng requested a separate courtyard and arranged for Lei Bao and the others to take turns keeping watch at night.

That night, the moon was dark and the wind was high.

Lin Feng lay down fully clothed, with his long sword beside him.

Shen Qingyi was sleeping soundly in the inner room, her breathing even.

Just after midnight, a very faint rustling sound came from outside the courtyard, like leaves falling in the wind, but it was too regular.

Lin Feng opened his eyes, quietly got out of bed, walked to the window, licked the window paper wet, and poked a small hole.

Seven or eight dark figures were lurking on the courtyard wall, silently climbing over.

They were all dressed in black and masked, wielding short blades, moving swiftly and landing silently.

Judging from their figures and footwork, they were very similar to the two groups of men in black from Ciyun Nunnery and Jinyun Pavilion, but they seemed... to be more agile.

A shadow guard? Or something else?

Lin Feng retreated to the bedside, gently woke Shen Qingyi, covered her mouth, and whispered, "Don't make a sound, someone's coming."

Shen Qingyi instantly regained her senses, a look of panic flashing in her eyes, but she quickly calmed down and nodded.

Lin Feng handed her a dagger, then took a long sword and hid behind the door.

The man in black had already reached the main room door.

The leader gestured, and two men stepped forward, used their daggers to pry open the latch, and gently pushed the door open. Moonlight leaked in through the crack in the door, casting a narrow beam of light on the floor.

"superior!"

With a low shout, the men in black swarmed in and rushed straight to the bed!

The blade flashed in the darkness and slashed down fiercely! But it only struck the cotton quilt.

"You've fallen for their trap!" the leader shouted.

Before he finished speaking, Lin Feng darted out from behind the door, his long sword flashing like thunder, aimed straight for the throat of the nearest man! The man reacted extremely quickly, swinging his sword to block, but Lin Feng changed his stance, slashing at his wrist!