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

"You're too big a target."

Lin Feng shook his head. "It's more convenient for me to go alone. Miss Qin, how much do you know about Blackwater City and Feng Kun's residence? Do you know anything special about his residence, such as a study, a secret room, or a place where he often stays alone to handle 'private matters'?"

Seeing that Lin Feng had made up his mind, Qin Hongyu no longer insisted. She frowned and pondered for a moment, then said:

"I've heard from several merchants in the city who have dealings with the Feng family that Feng Kun's study is in the northeast corner of the backyard. It's a separate two-story building called 'Tingtao Pavilion.' It's said that he handles military affairs and private accounts there, and ordinary people aren't allowed to get close."

"Okay." Lin Feng knew what to do.

At the third quarter of midnight, all was quiet.

He had already infiltrated Feng Kun's deputy general's residence.

He avoided passages where there might be night watchmen, instead choosing the shadows of flowers and trees and the dead corners of corridors to sneak into the inner courtyard.

Sure enough, the inner courtyard was much more heavily guarded.

Just as they passed through a moon gate, they heard very faint footsteps and hushed voices coming from around the corner of the corridor ahead.

Lin Feng immediately slipped behind a thick clump of banana trees and held his breath.

Two men dressed in tight black clothes and carrying short knives at their waists walked from the other end of the corridor, their eyes scanning the surroundings warily.

"Damn it, I still have to patrol in the middle of the night. I'm so sleepy," a short, stocky man muttered.

"Enough nonsense. The general is in a bad mood today. Military Advisor Zhu and Colonel Wang both got scolded, so we need to be even more vigilant. I heard that Lin Feng from the north wind is a tough nut to crack. The general is worried that he might resort to underhanded tactics," another tall, thin man whispered.

"Hmph, some outsider soldier dares to run wild on our turf? If he dares to come, I'll just stretch my muscles."

The two talked and gradually walked away.

Lin Feng waited until they disappeared on the other side before quietly continuing on his way.

They evaded two patrols along the way and finally reached the northeast corner of the inner courtyard.

From a distance, a two-story building with flying eaves and brackets stands alone in a small bamboo grove, with a dim light shining from a window upstairs; this is the "Listening to the Waves Pavilion".

Two black-clad guards with swords at their sides stood motionless in the downstairs porch, like two guardian deities.

The faint sounds of turning pages and pacing could be heard from upstairs, suggesting that someone was still awake.

There are guards downstairs and people upstairs; forcing our way in is definitely not an option. We need to find another way up.

He observed carefully and found that the artificial hill behind the building, which was right next to the garden, was only about ten feet away from a dark window on the second floor of the building.

Lin Feng used a grappling hook to enter the room from here.

The room was pitch black, filled with a faint scent of ink and the unique aroma of old books.

With the faint light filtering in from the window, it was vaguely visible that this was a study.

He searched around and finally found the entrance to the secret room!

The secret room contained only a table and a chair. On the table sat a tin box. A lamp hung on the wall, burning continuously.

A tin box! Lin Feng stepped forward and opened the lid.

It has two floors inside.

The upper layer contained several letters, detailing how to intercept the Qin family's convoy, how to frame the Qin family, how to mix inferior iron billets into the "soft steel," and so on...

On the lower level were several inferior iron billets identical to the one Wang Biao had taken out today, several blank invoices stamped with the forged Qin family warehouse seal, and... a "secret agreement" stamped with the seal of a leader of a certain Di Rong tribe, written in both Di Rong script and Chinese characters!

This is clearly ironclad evidence fabricated by Feng Kun to prove that the Qin family is "colluding with the enemy"!

With these facts, Feng Kun's crimes are beyond doubt!

Lin Feng suppressed his excitement and quickly took out all of these items.

Just as he was about to leave the study, he suddenly heard footsteps and voices coming from downstairs, heading towards the small building! It was Feng Kun returning!

Lin Feng's heart skipped a beat. He darted to the window, gently pushed it open, and was about to climb out when he heard footsteps approaching from downstairs and stopping.

A deep, slightly irritated voice rang out:

"The lights are still on upstairs? Who's inside?"

It's Feng Kun's voice!

"Reporting to the General, it is Military Advisor Zhu. He says he has urgent military intelligence to report and has been waiting in the study upstairs for quite some time," the guard downstairs replied.

Before I could think, footsteps echoed up the stairs! Feng Kun was coming up!

Without hesitation, Lin Feng jumped out of the window, grabbed the grappling hook rope, pushed off the wall with his feet, and swung towards the artificial hill.

At the same time, he took out a smoke bomb from his pouch with his other hand, aimed at the positions of the two guards downstairs, and threw it!

"Pfft!" The smoke grenade exploded, and thick grayish-white smoke instantly filled the area around the building entrance!

"There's an assassin!"

"Protect the general!"

Chaos erupted downstairs, with shouts and the sound of swords being drawn filling the air.

Lin Feng retracted his grappling hook, leaped off the artificial hill, and with a few bounds, disappeared into the dark bamboo forest, rushing back the way he came.

Behind him, inside Feng Kun's deputy general's residence, alarms blared, shouts rang out, and chaotic footsteps filled the air as lights rapidly illuminated the scene, creating utter chaos.

But he had already vanished into the night like a drop of water, disappearing without a trace.

In the Tingsongxuan courtyard, the lights in the study are still on.

Lin Feng took out those items and spread them out on the table.

"This is..." Qin Yulin picked up the letters and the "secret agreement," and after only a few glances, his expression changed drastically, and his hands began to tremble.

"You wicked villain! What a vicious heart! Witnesses and evidence, fabricated secret treaty of treason... this is an attempt to destroy the Qin family!"

Lin Feng said, "Feng Kun must have already discovered the theft from the secret room. We must act immediately and, before he becomes desperate or destroys other evidence, present this irrefutable evidence, along with the details of Liu San's incident today, to General Wang, and send copies as well, and urgently report to the capital!"

"Yes! There's no time to lose!"

Qin Yulin's spirits lifted. "Qin Yong, personally select ten of your most reliable guards, take my name card and this evidence, and set off immediately for the Zhenbei General's Mansion! Make sure to deliver the items to General Wang before dawn!"

"Yes!" Qin Yong clasped his hands in a fist salute, his voice resolute.

Qin Yulin looked at Lin Feng and said solemnly, "Captain Lin, I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you again this time. You and Hongyu will be stationed in the mansion to guard against Feng Kun taking desperate measures. Once General Wang's reply arrives, it will be the time for Feng Kun to be brought to justice!"

"Okay." Lin Feng nodded.

Lin Feng stood at the door of the study, his back to everyone, his gaze fixed on the southeast direction—the direction of the deputy general's residence.

Nearly an hour has passed. If everything goes smoothly, Qin Yong, carrying the evidence, should be approaching the Zhenbei General's Mansion.

But what about Feng Kun...?

In the distance, a faint commotion could be heard, like the shouts of many people, or perhaps... the sound of gongs?

Immediately following was a denser, closer sound of footsteps and horses' hooves, coming from the streets outside the mansion, growing louder and louder as it approached!

"Here it comes!" Qin Hongyu turned around abruptly, her hand on the hilt of her sword.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The heavy, urgent pounding on the door, accompanied by harsh shouts, resounded like thunder in the silent night sky.

"Open the door! By order of General Feng, we are here to arrest Qin Yulin, the traitor who colluded with the Di Rong and smuggled substandard military supplies! Anyone who dares to obstruct us will be killed without mercy!"