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

He opened his eyes, got up silently, and opened the door a crack.

The corridor was empty, but Bai Xiaohe's door next door was ajar.

He slipped out the door and went to Bai Xiaohe's room, listening intently. There was no breathing inside—she wasn't there.

He gently pushed open the door. The room was empty, the windows were wide open, and the night wind blew in, making the bed curtains sway.

Bai Xiaohe jumped out of the window in the middle of the night.

Lin Feng's eyes turned cold. He flipped over and went out the window, landing in the backyard of the inn.

There were fresh footprints on the ground, the imprints of a woman's embroidered shoes, pointing towards the backyard wall.

He followed the footprints and climbed over the wall.

Outside the wall was a narrow alley. The footprints disappeared at the alley entrance, but a faint, almost imperceptible fragrance lingered in the air—the delicate scent emanating from Bai Xiaohe.

He followed the scent as he walked through the night.

Bai Xiaohe was quite agile, her footprints appearing and disappearing intermittently, always choosing secluded spots. But she couldn't escape Lin Feng's pursuit.

After chasing for about two miles, they arrived at an abandoned local temple outside the town. A faint light shone from inside the temple.

Lin Feng lay hidden behind the broken wall outside the temple, peering inside through a broken window.

Inside the temple, Bai Xiaohe was standing in front of the dilapidated statue, her back to the entrance.

She had changed into a black night outfit, her figure slender and graceful, a stark contrast to her pitiful appearance during the day.

Kneeling before her were three men in black—three of the same men who had ambushed the salt smuggling convoy during the day!

"Useless." Bai Xiaohe spoke, her voice cold and clear, completely different from her gentle voice during the day.

"Five men can't even take down a salt smuggler. What use are you to me?"

"Please forgive me, Miss!" the leader of the men in black kowtowed. "It's...it's that kid's too powerful! We..."

She looked at the three men in black: "Incompetent in your work, you've cut off your own arm. Get out. If you do it again, you'll come back with your head."

"Yes!" The three men in black were pale, but dared not disobey. They each drew their short knives, gritted their teeth, and slashed their left arms!

Blood splattered, and the three men groaned as they staggered backward.

Bai Xiaohe didn't even glance at them. She walked to the window and gazed at the night outside, seemingly lost in thought.

Lin Feng quietly retreated, disappearing into the night, and quickly returned to the inn.

Inside the room, Su Wanyue was still fast asleep. Lin Feng gently closed the window, sat down at the table, and his mind was filled with doubts.

Bai Xiaohe, the leader of the men in black. What is her purpose in disguising herself as an orphan to approach them?

Is the force behind her Liu Laosan's remnants, or someone else entirely?

He needs to be more careful.

This Bai Xiaohe is a venomous snake, beautiful and dangerous, lurking beside him disguised as an innocent lamb.

As dawn broke, Lin Feng heard the soft sound of a door opening next door. It was Bai Xiaohe tiptoeing downstairs.

A moment later, the sound of a bucket shaking and water being splashed and scrubbing came from the courtyard.

Lin Feng got up and walked to the window. In the courtyard, Bai Xiaohe was squatting by the well, washing clothes—the same light pink dress from yesterday. She was washing very carefully, and the morning light shone on her, making her look soft and beautiful.

"Miss Bai is up very early." Su Wanyue also walked to the window.

"Hmm." Lin Feng responded, his gaze falling on Bai Xiaohe's hands. Those hands were slender and fair, and she nimbly washed the clothes, but there was a faint, almost invisible callus at the base of her thumb and forefinger—a mark left from years of weapon training.

She knows martial arts, and has been doing so for quite some time.

"I'll go help," Su Wanyue said, heading downstairs.

"Wait." Lin Feng pulled her back, took out a bamboo plaque engraved with the character "Xiao" from his pocket, and stuffed it into her hand. "Keep this safe, keep it close to your body, and don't let anyone see it, especially Bai Xiaohe."

Su Wanyue was taken aback, then nodded: "My husband suspects..."

"You can never be too careful," Lin Feng said in a low voice. "Remember, no matter what she says or does, don't believe her completely. But on the surface, treat her well."

"I see."

The two went downstairs. Bai Xiaohe had already washed the clothes and was hanging them to dry. Seeing them, she wiped her hands and gave them a clean smile: "Brother Lin, Sister Su, you're awake? I've boiled some water and it's keeping it warm on the stove."

"Thank you for your hard work, Xiaohe." Su Wanyue went over to help her hang up the clothes.

Breakfast was prepared by Bai Xiaohe—rice porridge, pickled vegetables, and reheated flatbread. Her movements as she served the porridge and set out the dishes were skillful, displaying the demeanor of a virtuous wife.

"Xiaohe, what kind of business does your uncle do in Jiangling? We can ask him for you when we get there," Lin Feng asked casually.

Bai Xiaohe paused, looking up with a blank and sorrowful expression in her eyes: "I... I don't really know either. Mother left in a hurry, only saying that she ran a bookstore in the west of the city. These past years have been filled with war and chaos, and letters have been scarce..."

"Don't worry, we'll definitely help you find your uncle when we get to Jiangling." Su Wanyue held her hand.

After the meal, the carriage continued north. After half a day's journey, a post station appeared ahead, with a wooden sign that read "Qingfeng Post Station" hanging at the entrance. Several carriages were parked in the courtyard, and people who looked like officials and soldiers were walking around.

The carriage stopped outside the post station. A courier approached and asked, "Are you here for a meal or to stay the night?"

"Let's have a quick bite and rest for half an hour before we leave." Lin Feng got out of the carriage and glanced around the courtyard. Four burly guards stood beside a magnificent carriage with red wheels and a blue canopy, their hands on their sword hilts, warily surveying their surroundings.

They were not an ordinary family.

Several tables of guests were already seated in the inn's lobby. At one table by the window sat a middle-aged man with a fair complexion and no beard, dressed in a brocade robe, sipping tea alone. At the innermost table sat three men dressed in ordinary cloth, eating silently with their heads down.

Lin Feng chose a table near the door and sat down. He ordered several bowls of noodles and a plate of braised meat.

Before the noodles even arrived, two more people entered through the door. They were a young couple; the man was about twenty-three or twenty-four, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, dressed in a light blue outfit with a long sword at his waist. The woman was about eighteen or nineteen, wearing a pale yellow dress, with a beautiful face but an arrogant look in her eyes.

"Senior brother, let's rest here for a while. My feet are sore from walking," the woman said sweetly.

The man nodded, his gaze sweeping around the lobby, pausing briefly at Lin Feng's table before moving away.

Lin Feng withdrew his gaze. The man's steps were steady, and his breathing was deep and even; he was a master of internal martial arts. The woman's knuckles were large, and there were calluses on the base of her thumb; she had also practiced martial arts.

This Qingfeng Post Station is a place where hidden talents abound.

As they were eating, the sound of horses' hooves and shouts suddenly came from the doorway. A group of soldiers, about ten men, rode in, led by a burly military officer. They dismounted and strode in.

"Shopkeeper! Bring out the good wine and meat quickly!"

The military officer shouted loudly, his gaze sweeping across the hall, lingering on the young couple, then sweeping over Lin Feng's table, especially taking a few extra glances at Su Wanyue and Bai Xiaohe, a lewd glint in his eyes.

Lin Feng put down his chopsticks: "Get in the car after you finish eating, we'll leave right away."

The three men got up and were about to leave when the military officer suddenly spoke up: "Wait!"

Lin Feng stopped and turned around: "What instructions do you have, sir?"

The military officer approached, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Su Wanyue and Bai Xiaohe's faces: "You two young ladies are truly beautiful. Where are you headed?"

"Reporting to the general, we are going to Jiangling to visit relatives." Lin Feng stood in front of the two women.

"Visiting relatives?" The military officer looked Lin Feng up and down. "What's your name? Where are you from? Show me your travel permit."

Lin Feng pulled out his travel permit. The military officer took it and glanced at it: "Lin Feng? A northerner? What relatives are you visiting in Jiangling?"

"Distant cousin".

"Oh." The military officer tossed the travel permit back, his gaze then falling on Bai Xiaohe. "Who is this to you?"

"My younger sister."

"My younger sister?" The military officer's eyes lit up. "Is she betrothed yet?"

Bai Xiaohe's face turned pale, and she shrank behind Su Wanyue.

"Sir, if there's nothing else, we need to get going." Lin Feng's tone turned serious.

"What's the rush?" The military officer reached out and patted Lin Feng on the shoulder. "I think your sister is quite beautiful, and I'm thinking of arranging a good marriage for her..."