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

The men shouted and charged forward, brandishing their knives and clubs.

Lin Feng drew his sword, its blade flashing like snow!

Although these thugs were fierce, they were far inferior to the White-Clad Guards. In just a few moves, they were all lying on the ground, either dead or injured.

Zhou Bapi's face turned deathly pale, and he turned to run. Lin Feng stepped forward and held a knife to his neck.

"Where's the box?"

"In...in the secret room..." Zhou Bapi stammered.

"take me."

Zhou Bapi led him tremblingly to the back room, moved aside a heavy cabinet, revealing a small secret room containing a small, inconspicuous black lacquered wooden box, about the size of a palm.

Lin Feng picked up the wooden box, but didn't open it; he put it in his pocket.

Then he struck him on the back of the neck with the hilt of a knife, and Zhou Bapi groaned and fell to the ground.

He quickly left the secret room, pushed the cabinet back to its original position, and wiped away the traces.

Then he left the pawnshop through the back door, circled around several alleys, and only returned to the inn after confirming that no one was following him.

Inside the room, Su Wanyue and Bai Xiaohe were anxiously waiting. Seeing him return unharmed, they both breathed a sigh of relief.

"Husband, are you alright?"

"It's alright. We got the stuff. Let's leave immediately. I knocked Zhou Bapi unconscious; someone will find us soon."

"Where to?"

"Leave the town, head north, and get out of this dangerous place as soon as possible," Lin Feng said quickly.

"Old Zhao, hitch up the cart! Xiao He, you watch over Cui'er and take her with you. She's still useful."

Inside the carriage, Lin Feng opened the black lacquered wooden box.

Inside the box was a slightly faded bright yellow palace silk, upon which lay a palm-sized jade pendant. The front of the pendant was exquisitely carved with a lifelike five-clawed dragon, with two deep dark red gemstones set in its eyes, which shimmered faintly in the dim light filtering through the curtain.

Just by looking at the quality of the jade and the craftsmanship, one can tell that this is no ordinary item.

Beneath the jade pendant lay a yellowed letter with worn edges. The handwriting on the letter was delicate and revealed a hint of fragility:

"Jue'er, seeing this jade is like seeing your mother. This jade is an heirloom passed down through your maternal grandfather's family, and it is no ordinary item. If you ever encounter great calamity or if the world changes and your life is in danger, you can take this jade and go south to find your uncle's former subordinates. Perhaps you can find a glimmer of hope and protection. Remember, this jade is of great importance, and you must never show it to anyone lightly. May my son live a peaceful and prosperous life. Mother, my last words."

The letter was short, but the message was weighty.

This jade pendant may be related to the power of the deceased concubine's family, or even the key to some hidden past events of this dynasty.

The fact that it could attract the attention of such a secretive force as the "Plum Blossom Guard" suggests that what it represents is likely enough to stir up trouble in the imperial court and even shake the position of some people.

He closed the wooden box, his heart filled with turmoil.

"Husband, what's wrong?" Su Wanyue asked softly when she saw his solemn expression and his silence for a long time.

"I got something... very troublesome." Lin Feng carefully put the wooden box away from his body.

"Trouble?" Bai Xiaohe keenly sensed something. "Is it related to His Highness Prince Jing?"

"Yes." Lin Feng didn't hide anything. "It's a keepsake left to him by his mother. But now it's become the target of many people's competition."

Su Wanyue's face showed worry: "Then... what should we do? Should we return it to His Highness Prince Jing?"

"It's probably not as simple as just 'still'."

"There's a lot more to this jade pendant than meets the eye. Holding it in our hands now is like holding a red-hot coal."

Lin Feng paused, a resolute glint in his eyes:

"If we don't understand the situation, keeping it will only lead to trouble. Only by returning it to its rightful owner and understanding the intricacies can we know how to proceed and avoid being drawn into a larger vortex."

Su Wanyue grasped his hand and nodded firmly: "Husband, I'll listen to you. Wherever you go, I'll go."

Bai Xiaohe also said, "Brother Lin, I'll go too. I'm more familiar with the White-Clad Guards and their clandestine methods, so I might be able to help."

"Alright." Lin Feng said to Old Zhao in the front seat, "Old Zhao, let's change course and not go north. We'll turn back and head south to find that secluded valley."

"Huh? Back south?" Old Zhao was taken aback. "Master Lin, the journey there and back..."

"I know the road ahead is even more dangerous," Lin Feng said sharply, "but we have to go. Be careful on the road."

"Understood!" Old Zhao flicked the reins and turned his horse around at the fork in the road ahead.

The carriage swayed slightly, and Lin Feng closed his eyes to rest, but his mind was in turmoil.

The storm has already begun because of it.

And he is deliberately heading towards the eye of the storm.

Suddenly, Lin Feng's ears twitched almost imperceptibly.

In the night wind, besides the sound of wheels and hooves, another dense and rhythmic sound was rapidly approaching from behind—the sound of hooves, and well-trained, at least seven or eight riders!

"Someone's catching up!" Old Zhao's voice trembled.

"Speed ​​up, Lao Zhao, don't hold back! Go all out!"

Lin Feng gave the order in a deep voice, and his men moved silently to the back wall of the carriage like cats, peering back through a specially left crack.

In the darkness, the flickering torchlight of seven or eight o'clock was rapidly approaching, and the sound of horses' hooves grew louder and louder, like the beating of drums.

"The formation is neat and orderly, unlike ordinary bandits, more like... trained private soldiers," Lin Feng quickly judged.