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

At this moment, Shen Qingyi had already begun to administer acupuncture to Feng An.

After inserting the last needle, she stepped back a few paces and nodded to Lin Feng.

A moment later, Feng An's eyelids trembled violently, and he slowly opened them. His gaze was initially unfocused, but gradually sharpened, and he saw Lin Feng and the others in front of the bed, as well as the Di Rong prisoner glaring at him from the bed not far away. A flash of terror, despair, and a trace of resentment crossed his eyes.

"Feng An," Lin Feng walked to the bedside, looked down at him, and said in a cold voice.

"You didn't die; it's fate that you're allowed to say a few more words. Tell me, where is Feng Kun now? What position does he hold in the Black Wolf Tribe? What is your next plan? Which leader of the Black Wolf Tribe is meeting you at Crow Gully? Besides those already captured, how many of your men are still in Ironwall City?"

Feng An's lips trembled, his Adam's apple bobbed, as if he wanted to speak, but only a hoarse, breathy sound came out. His gaze involuntarily drifted towards the Di Rong prisoner.

Upon seeing this, the Di Rong prisoner suddenly roared something in the Di Rong language, his expression agitated.

Feng An's body trembled, his eyes filled with struggle.

"He's warning Feng An that if he dares to utter a single word, his family inside the pass, and even his ancestral graves in his hometown, will suffer a terrible fate," Han Tao translated, his face grim.

Lin Feng's eyes grew colder, and he gave Lei Bao a wink.

Lei Bao understood, strode to Di Rong's prisoner's bed, grabbed his injured left leg and twisted it hard!

"Ah—!" The Di Rong prisoner let out a shrill scream, cold sweat instantly pouring down his forehead, his body convulsing violently.

"If you dare to say another word, the next target will be your right leg, then your hands, and your eyes!" Lei Bao leaned closer and snarled, not caring whether he understood or not.

The Di Rong captives were in so much pain that they nearly fainted, and could only breathe heavily, no longer daring to utter a sound.

Lin Feng looked at Feng An again: "Speak. If you do, perhaps your family will at least get a proper burial. If you don't, I'll send someone to Shuofeng right now to dig up your Feng family's ancestral graves and scatter the ashes. You know I'm capable of doing that."

The last vestige of hesitation in Feng An's eyes was swallowed by fear. He moved his lips with difficulty, his voice hoarse and broken: "General Feng... in the Black Wolf tribe, was... was appointed 'Han Army Thousand-Household Commander' by the Great Khan... commanding the Han soldiers who surrendered... and... and the Listening Wind Guard..."

"The next step... the plan is..." he gasped, his eyes unfocused, as if he were about to faint again.

Shen Qingyi quickly stepped forward and inserted another needle into his neck. Feng An's body trembled, and his eyes cleared for a moment as if in a final burst of light.

"...It was an inside-outside collaboration...breaking...breaking Iron Wall City...the inside agents in the city...not just...not just Liu Neng and his men...there were also..." His voice grew softer and softer, his breath becoming weak.

"Who else?!" Lin Feng asked sharply.

Feng An's lips moved, but no sound came out. With his last bit of strength, his finger trembled as he pointed... pointed to the side of the room, where Xie Wanqing stood quietly watching everything!

All eyes instantly focused on Xie Wanqing!

Xie Wanqing's expression changed drastically, a flash of astonishment and anger crossing her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure. Meeting Lin Feng's sharp, knife-like gaze, she straightened her back and spoke in a clear, cold voice: "He's spouting nonsense!"

"Take her down!" Lei Bao roared before Lin Feng could give the order, reaching out to grab Xie Wanqing!

Xie Wanqing retreated swiftly, and with a flick of her wrist, a short sword, barely a foot long and gleaming with cold light, slid out from her sleeve. She parried Lei Bao's large hand and then thrust it at Lei Bao's wrist! The movement was as fast as lightning, demonstrating extremely high-level swordsmanship!

Lei Bao hadn't expected her to be armed and so skilled. Caught off guard, he felt a sharp pain in his wrist as a bloody gash appeared.

He roared and swung his iron mace horizontally. Xie Wanqing, however, used the momentum to leap backward, her short sword protecting her in front of her, her gaze quickly sweeping across the doorway.

The entrance was blocked by Han Tao, Yan Qing, and their men.

"Xie Wanqing! You really are Feng Kun's man!" Han Tao drew his sword and roared angrily.

Xie Wanqing leaned against the wall, her face pale, but her eyes remained calm, even carrying a hint of mockery: "Based on the random pointing of a dying traitor, you've concluded I'm an inside man? How laughable! If I were an inside man, why would I offer up the mine map? Why would I expose the iron plate transmission? Would I tie my own hands?"

"That was nothing but a ruse to gain the garrison's trust!" Lei Bao said angrily, clutching his bleeding wrist.

"Would a self-inflicted injury ruse require risking being killed by Di Rong cavalry or freezing to death in the wilderness?"

Xie Wanqing sneered, "If I had accomplices, why didn't they come to my aid at Laoguagou last night? Instead, I fell into your hands and was imprisoned here."

She spoke very quickly, and every sentence she said made sense.

Lin Feng raised his hand, stopping Lei Bao and Han Tao from advancing further. He stared at Xie Wanqing, his gaze deep: "Then how do you explain your skills? And who exactly are you?"

Xie Wanqing took a deep breath, her short sword still held horizontally in front of her chest, her gaze meeting Lin Feng's without flinching: "I do possess martial arts skills, inherited from my family, merely for self-defense. As for who I am..."

She paused, a complex look flashing in her eyes as if weighing her options, before finally gritting her teeth. "My father, Xie Jingran, once served as a clerk in the Prince Jing's mansion, in charge of important documents. After the Prince Jing left the capital, my father was also implicated and died in despair. I wandered the world, traveling north, indeed on important business, but I am absolutely not Feng Kun's inside man! Nor have I had anything to do with Di Rong!"

The daughter of the clerk of Prince Jing's mansion?! Everyone was shocked. Lin Feng was even more shocked. Prince Jing! It's Prince Jing again! Yun Li is Prince Jing's daughter, and this Xie Wanqing is actually the daughter of Prince Jing's former subordinate? Is it a coincidence, or...?

"Words are meaningless! What evidence do you have?" Han Tao shouted.

Xie Wanqing took out an object from her bosom, which was neither gold nor jade, but a wooden token about half the size of her palm, with an ancient character "Xiao" engraved on it. The character "Xiao" on it was exactly the same as the one on the bamboo token of Prince Jing in Lin Feng's bosom! Only the material was different.

"This is a keepsake from my father, a token of loyalty from the Prince Jing's residence. Since you have met Prince Jing, you should recognize this inscription." Xie Wanqing tossed the token to Lin Feng.

Lin Feng caught it; it felt slightly heavy in his hand, the wood was unique, and the engraving style was indeed the same as that of Prince Jing's bamboo plaque.

His mind was filled with doubt, but he remained outwardly calm: "Even if you are the daughter of a former subordinate of Prince Jing, why have you come to this border region? And why are you concealing your identity?"

Seeing that Lin Feng recognized the token, Xie Wanqing's expression softened slightly. She sheathed her short sword and lowered her voice: "My father's dying wish was for me to travel north to see Prince Jing, present him with an important item, and... investigate some past events concerning Prince Jing's residence. I learned through various channels that Prince Jing might be living in seclusion in the northern border, so I risked traveling north. As for concealing my identity... the matter of Prince Jing involves many things; how could I dare to reveal it so easily? Besides..."

She glanced at Feng An, who had fainted again on the bed, her eyes filled with hatred. "Feng Kun was one of the key figures in framing Prince Jing back then! I have an irreconcilable hatred for him; how could I possibly serve him?"

Her tone was earnest, and the hatred in her eyes seemed genuine.

Lin Feng pondered. What she said matched Yun Li's background, his own experience with Prince Jing, and Feng Kun's stance. Could it really be a coincidence or a misunderstanding?

"Guards! This woman is cunning; do not trust her!" Lei Bao urged.