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

"So what do we do now?"

"Wait," Lin Feng said. "Wait until they come out, then follow them. I want to see for myself whether that Prince Jing is a human or a ghost."

About an incense stick's time later, the cart was empty.

They looked around and quickly headed towards the bamboo grove.

Lin Feng pulled Su Wanyue along and followed quietly.

This dense bamboo forest, with its leaves blocking out the sun, is dimly lit.

The three women moved lightly through the bamboo forest, clearly very familiar with the terrain.

Lin Feng, with Su Wanyue by his side, followed at a distance, not daring to get too close.

After walking for about two miles, the view suddenly opened up ahead. At the end of the bamboo forest, there was a hidden valley.

The valley is a riot of color with blooming flowers and babbling brooks, where several exquisite bamboo houses stand. Beside the houses is a medicinal garden, planted with all sorts of exotic flowers and herbs. The valley is shrouded in mist, making it seem like a fairyland.

But the most eye-catching feature is the three-story bamboo house in the center of the valley. A white flag with golden cloud patterns flutters on the roof.

Two women dressed in white stood in front of the building, holding swords and looking solemn.

The three women walked to the front of the building and bowed. The door opened silently, and a figure slowly walked out.

The man wore a moon-white robe, his long hair was tied up with a jade hairpin, and he wore a white jade mask, revealing only a pair of deep, pool-like eyes. He was tall and upright, with an otherworldly air; standing there, he seemed like a banished immortal descending to earth.

Prince Jing!

Lin Feng's pupils suddenly contracted.

Even from a distance, he could feel the invisible pressure emanating from that person.

That wasn't the aura of martial arts, but something more mysterious that made people involuntarily want to bow down.

Prince Jing glanced at the contents of the wooden box opened by the tall woman and nodded, "Good quality. Thank you for your hard work."

His voice was gentle, yet carried an undeniable air of authority.

"It is our honor to serve our lord," the three women said in unison.

Prince Jing waved his hand: "Go down. We have guests today, so treat them well."

"Guest?" The tall woman was taken aback.

Prince Jing turned around, his gaze sharp as lightning, and stared straight at the place where Lin Feng and Su Wanyue were hiding!

"Now that you two are here, why not show yourselves?"

Lin Feng's heart skipped a beat. He'd been discovered!

He took a deep breath, pulled Su Wanyue along, and walked out from behind the bamboo grove.

Eyes facing each other.

Prince Jing's eyes were calm and still, yet they seemed to see right through people's hearts.

"Lin Feng, the garrison commander of the north wind?" Prince Jing said slowly.

"I have long admired your name."

"Your Highness Prince Jing," Lin Feng said, bowing respectfully.

"Who is this?"

"My wife, Mrs. Su."

Prince Jing glanced at Su Wanyue and nodded, "A perfect match. You two have come from afar, why don't you come inside and have a chat?"

"I appreciate Your Highness's kindness," Lin Feng said.

"I was just passing through and had no intention of disturbing you. I'll take my leave now."

"Now that you're here, why rush to leave?" Prince Jing smiled.

"Here I have tea, wine, and... stories. General Lin, wouldn't you like to hear them?"

Lin Feng's eyes narrowed.

Prince Jing turned around and stepped into the bamboo building.

"please."

The door of the bamboo house closed silently behind Prince Jing.

Lin Feng stood still, his hand on the hilt of his knife, his knuckles turning white.

Su Wanyue instinctively gripped his sleeve, her fingertips icy cold.

The two women in white, each holding a sword, stood quietly on either side of the bamboo steps. Their eyes were clear, devoid of joy or sorrow, yet they naturally exuded an inviolable tranquility.

"General, the lord does not like to force himself," the woman on the left said, her voice as gentle as the breeze rustling bamboo leaves.

"But since we're here, let's have a cup of tea before we go, so that the arduous mountain road won't have been in vain."

Lin Feng's gaze swept across the valley.

Beside the herb garden, several young girls in white were picking herbs with practiced ease, whispering about their medicinal properties.

On a rock by the stream, a woman of about eighteen or nineteen years old was pounding medicine, the wooden pestle rising and falling with a slow, gentle rhythm.

In the distance, by the bamboo grove, two even younger girls were practicing a set of gentle boxing techniques, their movements graceful and not at all like martial arts.

Peaceful and serene, almost unreal. It was as if they were two different worlds from the bloodshed and conspiracies he had previously investigated.

"Husband..." Su Wanyue called softly, her voice containing unease, but also a hint of relaxation from being infected by the atmosphere.

Lin Feng took a deep breath, loosened his grip on the hilt of the knife, and his palms were already slightly damp.

"Stay close to me," he whispered, stepping onto the bamboo steps.

The second-floor quiet room has open windows, with swaying bamboo shadows.

Prince Jing had already removed the white jade mask and casually placed it on the low table beside him.

With his back to the door, he was bending over and using small silver scissors to trim the withered leaves of a pot of white jasmine orchids.

The pale white wide sleeves fell down, revealing slender and graceful wrists.

Hearing footsteps, he didn't turn around, but said gently, "Find a place to sit. The tea is on the stove, please wait a moment."

His voice was younger and... more... even than Lin Feng had expected. There was no oppressive aura of someone long accustomed to being in a position of power, no gloomy air of someone harboring deep-seated schemes, not even deliberate gentleness; it was simply a clear and natural sound, like a mountain spring.

Lin Feng pulled Su Wanyue to sit down on the prayer mat, but his gaze was fixed on that figure's back.

He had sketched out the image of Prince Jing countless times in his mind—a sinister and ruthless hero, a hypocritical scoundrel, an ambitious and treacherous minister… but none of them were like the one before him.

After pruning the last withered leaf, Prince Jing straightened up, wiped his hands with a cloth, and then slowly turned around.

Lin Feng's breath caught in his throat for a moment.

How can I describe this face?

It wasn't a woman's delicate beauty, but a clarity that transcended gender and was free from worldly concerns. Her eyebrows were like distant mountains shrouded in mist, her eyes like a deep pool reflecting the moon, her nose was straight, and her lips were very pale.

His skin was a pale, cold white, as if he hadn't seen the sun in a long time, but it wasn't sickly; on the contrary, it made his eyes appear even more deep and unfathomable.

He looked to be only twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, but his temperament was as calm as an ancient well, as if he had quietly observed the world for a hundred years.

What's most unsettling is his gaze. There's no scheming, no hostility, not even curiosity.

He simply looked over calmly, his gaze clear and unfathomable, yet seemingly able to reflect everything deep within people's hearts.

"General Lin Feng," he smiled slightly, a faint smile that instantly softened his overly aloof demeanor, giving him a touch of human warmth.

"Yes," Lin Feng replied in a deep voice, secretly on guard. This person was too clean, so clean that it felt unreal to him.

Prince Jing walked to the bamboo stove, picked up the already boiling copper kettle, and poured the tea leaves into a purple clay teapot that had already been filled with tea. His movements were fluid and natural.

"This wild tea from the mountains isn't anything famous, but its charm lies in its tranquility. Please, both of you, have a taste."

He pushed two cups of tea in front of the two of them, and sat down on the futon opposite them. He picked up his own cup, smelled the aroma of the tea, and then took a small sip.

Lin Feng didn't move.

Su Wanyue glanced at him but didn't move.

Prince Jing put down his teacup, seemingly unsurprised. "General, you risked your life to venture into this perilous place for me. Now that you've seen me, are you satisfied?"

"Are you Prince Jing, Xiao Jue?" Lin Feng asked bluntly.