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

The window opened, and Bai Xiaohe appeared in the window. She was dressed in a white, close-fitting outfit, her long hair tied up, and a short sword dripping blood in her hand. In the moonlight, her face was cold and her eyes were sharp.

She leaped down, landing in the courtyard, and walked straight to the wall, where she climbed over.

Lin Feng waited until she was far away before quietly approaching the corpses. All five had been killed with a single sword strike to the throat. One of them had a black scorpion tattoo on his wrist.

A black scorpion? What kind of mark is that?

He didn't linger and climbed over the wall to chase after them.

Bai Xiaohe's figure appeared and disappeared in the night, deliberately choosing to walk through quiet alleys, and finally arrived at the back gate of a secluded house in the west of the city.

She knocked on the door three times, then two times. The door opened a crack, and she slipped inside.

Lin Feng, crouching on the opposite rooftop, was about to sneak in when a whooshing sound suddenly rang out behind him! He dodged the dart to the side and whirled around—

Bai Xiaohe pounced like a ghost, her short sword aimed straight for his throat!

"Clang!" Sparks flew everywhere.

The two parted ways immediately upon contact and faced each other under the moonlight.

"Lin Feng, are you following me?" Her voice was icy.

"Aren't you always acting too?"

Bai Xiaohe said, "It seems we both underestimated each other. Just who are you?"

"That's a question I should be asking you," Lin Feng said, staring at her. "You're not Zhou Wenyuan's niece at all. Who are you really?"

"Who said I'm impersonating someone else? My surname is Bai, my mother's surname is Zhou, and Zhou Wenyuan is my uncle. What's the problem?"

"Then what about those men in black under your command at the local temple last night? You made them cut off their own arms and call you 'Miss'."

Bai Xiaohe's expression changed slightly: "You saw it? So what? In this world, a weak woman, if she doesn't have some means of self-protection, would have been eaten alive long ago."

"That's right." Lin Feng nodded. "But you're not a weak woman. You're a White-Clad Guard, aren't you?"

Bai Xiaohe's pupils constricted sharply: "You...how did you know?"

"The 'Night-Blooming Jasmine' on you is a special product of the 'Dark Fragrance Pavilion' in Jiangnan, exclusively for high-ranking officials and nobles. Also, your movements when you were eavesdropping, and your methods of killing—these are all those of a well-trained assassin."

Bai Xiaohe tightened her grip on the sword: "Now that you know my identity, I can't let you live."

Before she finished speaking, she sprang up, her short sword flashing as it hurtled towards Lin Feng!

After more than twenty moves, Lin Feng slashed her sleeve with his knife, leaving a bloody mark on her arm.

"You are no match for me." Lin Feng sheathed his sword. "Tell me, what is your purpose in approaching me?"

Bai Xiaohe clutched her wound, panting, then suddenly laughed, a desolate laugh: "Do you think I wanted to do these things? I approached you because I was ordered to investigate your background and find out if you were an enemy of Prince Jing. If you were, we'd find a way to win you over, or... eliminate you."

"Up there? Prince Jing?"

"Yes." Bai Xiaohe nodded. "This time we need to investigate some things. The higher-ups suspect that these things are related to a border general who suddenly appeared—that is, you, Lin Feng."

"So, you deliberately approached me, pretending to be Zhou Wenyuan's niece?"

"Yes." Bai Xiaohe smiled bitterly. "I didn't expect you to see through me. Lin Feng, my mission has failed, and going back will only mean certain death. You... just kill me."

She closed her eyes.

"Zhou Wenyuan, is he really your uncle?"

Bai Xiaohe opened her eyes, a hint of pain flashing in them: "Yes. He is my mother's brother, my only family. But I... cannot acknowledge him. It's the rule of the White-Clad Guards that we cannot have any attachments."

"Did you know that Boss Sun forcibly occupied Moyunzhai?"

"I know," Bai Xiaohe gritted her teeth, "but I can't do anything. My mission doesn't allow me to reveal my identity. I can only watch helplessly as my uncle's business is taken away, and as he's framed and imprisoned..."

Lin Feng looked at the tears in her eyes and the blood on her arm.

"You can go now." He sheathed his knife and turned around.

Bai Xiaohe was stunned: "You...you're not going to kill me?"

"What's the use of killing you?" Lin Feng said with his back to her. "Go back and tell your superiors that I, Lin Feng, have no intention of killing Prince Jing. But if anyone tries to harm me or anyone I care about, I will retaliate in kind."

Bai Xiaohe knelt down and kowtowed three times.

"Brother Lin, thank you for sparing my life. Xiao He... owes you a life."

She got up, leaped off the roof, and disappeared into the night.

Lin Feng stood on the rooftop, gazing in the direction she had disappeared, motionless for a long time.

It was almost dawn when they returned to the inn. Su Wanyue hadn't slept all night, and only breathed a sigh of relief when she saw him return.

The door was gently pushed open. Bai Xiaohe stood in the doorway, dressed in a simple light green dress, carrying a small bundle in her hand.

"Brother Lin, Sister Su, I'll go with you," she said softly.

"The White-Clad Guards won't let me go. If I go alone, they'll find me sooner or later. Rather than hiding, I'd better stay with Brother Lin. At least... Brother Lin is genuinely good to me and won't treat me like a pawn."

She looked at Lin Feng, her gaze clear and firm: "Brother Lin, please take me in. I can do laundry, cook, sew, and clean. I also know some martial arts; it might be helpful in a pinch. I don't want to go back."

"Following me will not bring you good days. The road ahead is dangerous, and your life or death is uncertain."

"I'm not afraid," Bai Xiaohe shook her head. "No matter how dangerous it is, it's better than going back."

Su Wanyue grasped her hand: "Husband, let Xiaohe come with us."

Lin Feng was silent for a moment, then finally nodded: "Okay. But remember, from now on, you are Bai Xiaohe, not a White-Clad Guard. Forget about the past."

"Mmm!" Bai Xiaohe nodded emphatically, her eyes slightly red.

The next morning, the three of them arrived at Wenhua Pavilion.

Boss Sun greeted her, "Are you Zhou Wenyuan's niece, Miss Xiaohe?"

After taking their seats in the back room, Boss Sun said, "I am also deeply saddened by your uncle's situation."

"Then...this shop..."

Shopkeeper Sun slapped his thigh. "There's a small courtyard behind the shop, which used to be where Mr. Zhou's family lived. If Miss Xiaohe doesn't mind, she can stay there for now. The shop also needs an assistant, so you can stay. Two taels of silver a month, room and board included, how about that?"

Lin Feng put down his teacup: "Miss Xiaohe is here to find relatives and a house, not to work."

Boss Sun's face darkened, and he clapped his hands.

Seven or eight men wielding clubs rushed out from the back room and blocked the entrance. The leader, a man with a fierce face, was none other than Zhao Baihu from Qingfeng Post Station yesterday!

"Brother Zhao, this is the kid!" Boss Sun pointed at Lin Feng.

Zhao Baihu stepped forward with a sinister grin: "Boy, what a small world! Take him down!"