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

He wasn't a courier. A courier's footsteps aren't that light, and his movements aren't that nimble.

Were they coming for them? Lin Feng's eyes turned cold, and he placed his hand on the hilt of his knife.

But the three shadowy figures did not approach the east wing. Instead, they went around to the window of the main room and crouched down, seemingly eavesdropping.

A moment later, the leader made a gesture, and the three of them quietly retreated, climbed over the wall, left the courtyard, and disappeared into the night.

They weren't coming for them.

Lin Feng breathed a slight sigh of relief, but his doubts deepened. These three men were quite skilled; what were they doing sneaking into the post station at night?

He returned to the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), where Su Wanyue was fast asleep. He didn't wake her, lay down fully clothed, but didn't close his eyes again.

As dawn broke, a commotion came from the courtyard. The guests in the main house were about to depart.

Lin Feng got up, walked to the door, and looked out through the crack in the door.

Five people emerged from the main house. Leading them was a middle-aged merchant in a silk shirt with a mustache, followed by four burly men who escorted three wheelbarrows piled high with sacks covered tightly with tarpaulins. Judging from the shape of the sacks and the wheel tracks, the contents were considerable.

The courier also got up and helped harness the horse. The merchant whispered a few words to the courier, then slipped him a small ingot of silver. The courier beamed and nodded repeatedly.

"Manager Wang, have a safe journey!" the courier said, bowing.

"Thank you for your kind words." Manager Wang smiled and led the caravan out of the post station, heading north.

Lin Feng watched their departing figures, lost in thought. The three wheelbarrows were deeply mired in ruts, clearly heavily loaded.

"Husband, what are you looking at?" Su Wanyue woke up, rubbing her eyes as she sat up.

"It's nothing." Lin Feng looked away. "Once you're awake, get ready, and we'll leave after breakfast."

The carriage continued north. After traveling for about an hour, at a bend in the main road ahead, the sounds of fighting suddenly came from there!

Lin Feng's eyes narrowed, and he said to Old Zhao, "Stop the car, I'll go take a look. You wait here, don't get out."

He jumped out of the car and quickly turned the corner.

Ahead, by the roadside, three wheelbarrows lay overturned, sacks scattered everywhere, revealing their white contents—salt! Smuggled salt!

Five men in black were fighting with Manager Wang and his group. Two of the four burly men had already fallen, and the remaining two were covered in blood and struggling to stay upright.

Manager Wang hid behind the car, his face ashen.

In the roadside bushes, a girl of about sixteen or seventeen, dressed in a light pink dress, was holding her head in her hands.

The three men in black were skilled in martial arts, and their attacks were ruthless, each move aimed to kill. The remaining two burly men soon fell as well.

The man in black approached Manager Wang with a knife in hand.

"Hero...Hero, spare my life! I'll give you all the goods...Please don't kill me!" Manager Wang knelt down and begged for mercy.

"We want the goods, and we want your lives!" The leader of the men in black sneered, raising his knife to strike.

Just as the blade was about to fall, a pebble flew through the air and struck the blade precisely!

"clang!"

Sparks flew as the man in black jerked his arm, causing the blade to deflect slightly, grazing Manager Wang's scalp and shaving off a lock of hair.

"Who?!" the man in black shouted as he turned around.

Lin Feng emerged from behind a tree by the roadside, a machete in his hand, his gaze calm: "Murder and robbery in broad daylight, what audacity!"

The man in black's eyes narrowed: "Kid, mind your own business! Or I'll kill you too!"

"Give it a try." Lin Feng took a step forward.

The three men in black exchanged a glance and pounced simultaneously. A net of blades flashed, enveloping Lin Feng.

But Lin Feng's blade was faster and more ruthless. He made no feints; every strike aimed straight for vital points.

In just a few exchanges, one of the men in black was stabbed in the wrist, his short blade slipping from his hand; another was kicked in the chest and sent flying; the leader barely managed to block a blow, but Lin Feng struck him on the temple with the back of his blade, causing him to groan and fall unconscious.

Seeing the situation was dire, the remaining two turned to flee. Lin Feng picked up a pebble from the ground and fired two in quick succession, hitting them squarely in the back of the knees. The two screamed and collapsed to the ground.

He then approached Manager Wang. Manager Wang was already terrified; seeing him approach, he repeatedly kowtowed, pleading, "Hero, spare my life! Hero, spare my life!"

"Where did this salt come from?" Lin Feng asked.

"Yes...it's from the south...a legitimate business..."

"A legitimate business?" Lin Feng kicked at the sack on the ground. "Smuggling salt is punishable by death. Who are these people?"

"No...I don't know...I really don't know..." Manager Wang said with a mournful face.

Lin Feng ignored him and walked up to the girl. The girl was holding her head and trembling all over.

"Girl, it's alright now," he said softly.

The girl slowly raised her head, revealing a face streaked with tears, a face that seemed to evoke pity.

She was extremely beautiful, with eyebrows like distant mountains, eyes like autumn water, and skin as white as snow. Even in her disheveled state, she could not hide her elegant and refined temperament.

Upon seeing Lin Feng, a flicker of surprise crossed her eyes, quickly turning to terror. Pointing at the men in black, she cried, "He...they...want to kill me..."

Why did they kill you?

"I...I don't know..." The girl shook her head, tears falling again.

"I was on my way to visit relatives in Jiangling Prefecture when I encountered Manager Wang's caravan, so we traveled together. Who knew... who knew these people would suddenly rush out and kill everyone they saw..."

As she spoke, her body suddenly went limp, and she fell towards Lin Feng.

Lin Feng instinctively reached out to support her; her skin was soft and warm to the touch, and a faint, pleasant fragrance wafted into his nose. He frowned slightly and helped the girl to sit down on a stone by the roadside.

"Please rest, young lady."

He turned to check on the men in black. The leader was awake and struggling to get up. Lin Feng stepped on his chest.

"Tell me, who sent you?"

The man in black gritted his teeth and remained silent.

Lin Feng stomped his foot, his ribs cracking. The man in black turned pale with pain but remained silent.

Lin Feng stopped pressing him for answers, and struck him on the back of the neck with a palm strike, knocking him unconscious.

He walked back to Manager Wang and asked, "Tell the truth. What's going on with this salt? And who are these people?"

Seeing that he could no longer hide the truth, Manager Wang cried, "Hero... I'll tell the truth! This salt... came from Liu's warehouse. Liu Laosan died, and I bought a batch of his stock at a low price, intending to transport it north to sell. These people... I really don't know them."

"This girl, is she really the one you met on the road?"

"Yes, yes, yes! It's at the teahouse up ahead. She said she was going to visit relatives, but she was scared to go alone, so she came with our caravan..."

Lin Feng looked at the girl. The girl was looking at him timidly, her eyes filled with tears, looking pitiful.

"Young lady, what's your name? Whom are you going to seek refuge with?"

"My name is... Bai Xiaohe," the girl whispered, her voice trembling. "I'm going to Jiangling Prefecture to stay with my uncle. He does some small business there..."

"What's your uncle's name? What kind of business does he do?" Lin Feng pressed, his gaze sharp.

A fleeting, almost imperceptible panic crossed Bai Xiaohe's eyes, but she quickly lowered them and sobbed, "My uncle... his name is Zhou Wenyuan. He runs a bookstore in Jiangling Prefecture. My parents passed away early, and he's my only relative... I was thinking of going to rely on him, but who knew this would happen on the way... If something happens to me too, my parents' spirits in heaven won't rest in peace..."

She cried even harder, her shoulders shaking, looking utterly helpless.

"If you have nowhere to go, young lady, you can come with us to Jiangling Prefecture first, and then we can make further plans," Su Wanyue's voice rang out.

She had walked over at some point and was looking at Bai Xiaohe with sympathy in her eyes.

"This is..." Bai Xiaohe looked at Su Wanyue.

"My wife, Mrs. Su." Lin Feng said.

Bai Xiaohe quickly stood up, curtsied, and said, "Bai Xiaohe greets elder sister. Thank you for taking me in."

"No need for formalities." Su Wanyue helped her up and said to Lin Feng, "Husband, what should we do with these goods?"

Lin Feng pondered for a moment and said, "Old Zhao, let's distribute the salt to the poor families in the nearby villages."

"Yes!" Old Zhao hurriedly went to do it.

After a while, everyone got back into the carriage. The carriage continued its journey.

Inside the carriage, Bai Xiaohe spoke quietly with Su Wanyue, mostly expressing gratitude. Occasionally, she inquired about the local customs and culture of Jiangling Prefecture, but she never mentioned her "uncle" again.

On the carriage shaft, Lin Feng closed his eyes to rest, but listened to the conversation inside the carriage. Bai Xiaohe's voice was clear and delicate, and she spoke logically and clearly, unlike an ordinary village girl.

Moreover, her appearance was too coincidental, precisely when the smuggled salt convoy was attacked.

She claimed she was going to visit relatives, but she was vague about the specifics of her "uncle." Although her momentary panic was brief, it did not escape his notice.

A small town appeared ahead. We found an inn to stay at.

The three of them booked two rooms. Lin Feng and Su Wanyue shared one room, while Bai Xiaohe stayed in the other.

They ate dinner in their room. Bai Xiaohe didn't say much, just ate in small bites, occasionally stealing a glance at Lin Feng with a timid look in her eyes.

After dinner, Bai Xiaohe returned to her room. Su Wanyue closed the door and whispered to Lin Feng, "Husband, Miss Bai... is quite pitiful."

"Okay." Lin Feng sat by the window, gazing at the deep night outside. "You should get some rest. I'll keep watch."

"You suspect her?"

"One should always be wary of others," Lin Feng said. "Her appearance was too coincidental. Moreover, I always felt... she wasn't as simple as she seemed."

Su Wanyue said no more and went to wash up and rest.

At midnight, all was quiet. Lin Feng leaned against the window, closing his eyes to rest.

Suddenly, he heard a very faint sound of a window opening in the next room.