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"It's me, Urna. Princess, I'm back, and I've brought...guests." Urna replied in Dirong, her voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.

Inside the gate stood a girl of about sixteen or seventeen, dressed in a light purple Di Rong robe. She was of medium height, not as tall as Urna, but her figure was slender and well-proportioned, with fair and delicate skin, unlike that of ordinary grassland women. She had a small oval face, eyebrows like crescent moons, eyes like autumn water, a straight nose, and lips the color of cherries; her appearance was exquisitely beautiful.

At this moment, her eyes, as clear as autumn water, were filled with worry, expectation, and a hint of barely perceptible fear.

It was Princess Ulolan, the "Pearl of the Grasslands" of the Gray Fox tribe.

Her gaze first fell urgently on Urna, who was covered in blood and had a deathly pale face. She exclaimed, "Urna! You're injured!"

Then, it passed over Urna and landed on Lin Feng, who, though also injured, stood tall and composed like a pine tree.

Eyes facing each other.

Lin Feng saw a pair of eyes as clear as snowmelt, yet seemingly containing a thousand unspoken thoughts. Princess Uloran, on the other hand, saw a pair of eyes as sharp as an eagle, as calm as an abyss, yet filled with gentleness and kindness.

"Princess," Urna turned slightly, forcing a bow, her voice weak but clear, "this is Lord Lin Feng, the garrison commander of Ironwall City. Garrison commander, this is Princess Uloran."

Princess Ulolan composed herself, curtsied, and spoke in soft, clear Mandarin: "Ulolan greets Commander Lin. Commander, you must be tired from your journey."

She was elegant and well-mannered, possessing the demeanor of a noble lady from the Central Plains. If she weren't in the royal court of the grasslands, one would almost forget that she was a princess of the Di Rong tribe.

"Your Highness is too kind. I came at Your Highness's summons, and I have done my duty." Lin Feng returned the greeting with clasped hands, his gaze frank.

Urna's tense nerves finally relaxed slightly, and a strong sense of exhaustion and weakness instantly swept over her. She swayed and fell softly to the side.

"Ulna!" the princess exclaimed.

Lin Feng reacted quickly and caught her.

Upon touching her, I could feel that her body was burning hot, clearly indicating that the infection of her wound had caused a high fever, and she was already at her last gasp.

"Quick! Help her to the bed! Call the witch doctor!" the princess urged, her eyes already brimming with tears.

Lin Feng picked up Urna and, guided by the princess, quickly walked towards the warm couch in the inner room.

Ulna lay in his arms, her consciousness fading, only murmuring, "Princess... jade pendant... guards... be careful..."

"I know, I know, Urna, you rest well, I'll take care of everything." The princess held Urna's hand, tears streaming down her face.

The witch doctor was secretly summoned to the inner chamber of the princess's palace. After examining her, applying medicine and acupuncture, and administering fever-reducing medicine, her breathing gradually stabilized, and she fell into a deep sleep.

Princess Uloran stayed by the bedside, holding Urna's hand tightly, her tears still wet on her face.

Only when the witch doctor said that the high fever had subsided and there was no immediate danger to her life did she breathe a sigh of relief and turn to Lin Feng, who had been standing quietly to the side.

"Commander Lin, please come with me to the outer room to talk." The princess gestured for the maid to take care of Urna, and then led Lin Feng to a warm pavilion connected to the palace, which was elegantly furnished and decorated with many artifacts from the Central Plains.

Inside the warm pavilion, the charcoal brazier burned brightly, dispelling the chill of the grassland night.

The princess dismissed the maids and personally poured Lin Feng a bowl of steaming hot milk tea, presenting it with both hands: "Please have some, sir, to ward off the chill."

"Princess, you needn't be so polite." Lin Feng accepted the drink but did not drink it immediately. He looked calmly at the "pearl" who was famous throughout the grasslands.

Upon closer inspection, Princess Uloran's appearance is indeed stunning.

Her skin was as white as snow, her features exquisitely beautiful, especially her pair of bright, clear eyes, which held a serenity and melancholy beyond her years. She wore the everyday attire of a noblewoman from the Di tribe, but the cut was more fitted, and the materials were of the highest quality. The collar and cuffs were embroidered with intricate cloud patterns in gold thread, exuding both nobility and a touch of elegance reminiscent of Central Plains culture. Her movements were graceful, clearly indicating that she had received excellent upbringing.

Princess Uloran got up and walked to the wall on the west side of the warm pavilion, where a large picture of sheep herding on the grassland was hanging. She reached out and pressed a few times on an inconspicuous carving next to the scroll.

With a very slight clicking sound, the wall cracked open and slowly slid open to both sides, revealing a secret chamber behind it, with walls made of solid rock that could only accommodate a few people standing.

The secret room was dimly lit, with only a lamp burning on a stone platform in the center.

Beside the lamp was a box about a foot square, carved from a single piece of ebony and inlaid with gold and jade.

"Guards, please enter." The princess led the way into the secret chamber. Lin Feng hesitated for a moment, then followed. The walls closed silently behind them.

The princess walked to the stone platform, stretched out her slender, fair fingers, and gently opened the lid of the wooden box.

A jade pendant lay quietly on a red velvet lining inside the box.

The jade pendant is about the size of a palm, irregularly round, and made of crystal-clear jade. On the front of the pendant, a lifelike coiled dragon is carved in relief, as if riding on clouds. On the back of the pendant, there are countless tiny characters and simple patterns of mountains and rivers.

"This is the jade pendant with the coiled dragon design. It was given to me by my mother, the late Hadun, before she passed away. My mother said that this jade is related to a secret of the previous dynasty."

She reached out and gently, with utmost care, stroked the smooth, cool surface of the jade pendant, tears welling in her eyes:

"Over the years, I have kept it hidden here. Until Feng Kun colluded with Boerte and somehow learned that the jade pendant was in my possession, he repeatedly threatened and bribed me. I knew that this jade had become the source of trouble for our department, and I was even more afraid that it would fall into the hands of villains like Feng Kun and Li Yan, causing chaos throughout the world."

She raised her head, her gaze clear and resolute as she looked at Lin Feng: "Commander Lin, you defended the isolated city against a powerful enemy, protecting the land and its people, your might resounding throughout the northern border. When Urna went south to seek help, you risked your life to rush to her aid from afar. Rather than keeping this jade pendant in my hands, living in constant fear that it might be stolen by treacherous people, it would be better... to give it to you, Commander!"

"Given to me, Lin?" Lin Feng was shocked. This jade pendant was a treasure of the previous dynasty and might be related to a huge secret. She was actually willing to give it up.