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

Urna met his gaze and nodded emphatically: "Okay!"

"This journey is dangerous, please be extremely careful." Lin Feng unfastened a delicate dagger inlaid with a sapphire from his waist and handed it to him: "Take this with you, for self-defense, and also... as a token."

Urna took it and held it tightly in her hand; the cold scabbard seemed to still retain his body heat.

She raised her head, her grey-blue eyes gazing deeply into Lin Feng's. Her voice was soft, yet each word was clear: "Lin Feng, wait for me to come back. After I rescue the princess, I... have something to tell you."

Lin Feng was startled, seeing in her eyes a burning emotion that transcended comradeship and gratitude.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he nodded emphatically: "Okay, I'll wait for you. Come back safe and sound."

As midnight approached, all was quiet.

Outside the Iron Wall City.

Old Ghost walked at the front, his body hunched over, like a shadow blending into the night. Behind him were two equally capable and silent Night Watchmen, and then two horses.

The two people on horseback were a young "herdsman" who was thin and wrapped in a thick fur coat, and a man dressed as a herdsman but who was obviously taller. They were Urna in disguise and "Lynx," the old ghost's subordinate who was escorting her.

Urna changed into a rough herdsman's leather robe, wrapped her hair in a cloth, and smeared some mud and dust on her face. She looked no different from an ordinary grassland woman, but her straight back and the fierce aura she exuded could not be completely concealed.

Lin Feng stepped forward, his gaze landing on Urna's face: "Remember, your mission is to make contact, not to risk your life. If things become unbearable, retreat immediately. We'll be waiting for you in Ironwall City. The carrier pigeons are ready; they'll be released as soon as there's news."

"Wait for my message." She only said these four words, then decisively flicked her whip and galloped away.

"The garrison commander has left. We should head back too; it's windy here," Han Tao said in a low voice.

Lin Feng withdrew his gaze and nodded.

The group returned to the garrison headquarters.

The lights were still on in the warm pavilion in the east wing of the inner courtyard. Shen Qingyi, Yun Li, and Wan Yue were all still awake, clearly waiting for news.

Upon seeing Lin Feng return, Qingyi immediately went to greet him, her eyes filled with inquiry.

"The person has been safely escorted out of the city." Lin Feng nodded to her, indicating that she could rest assured.

Qingyi visibly breathed a sigh of relief, and Yunli and Wanyue also showed expressions of relief.

"My lord, is Miss Urna... truly alright? The journey is long, and the grasslands are far from peaceful..." Yun Li remained worried.

Over the past few days, Urna's resilience and the life-and-death bond she shared with Lin Feng have filled her with admiration and pity for this Di Rong woman.

"Aren't you sure you trust Qingyi's medical skills? Her constitution is far superior to that of ordinary people, she'll be fine." Lin Feng comforted her gently, but his worries were no less than theirs.

That day, after finishing his business, Lin Feng was worried about whether Urna had made contact with the Suhe tribe.

There was a gentle knock on the study door; it was Bai Xiaohe.

"Brother Lin, there's a message." Bai Xiaohe held a grayish, unremarkable carrier pigeon in her hand, with a small bamboo tube tied to its leg.

Lin Feng perked up and immediately took it.

He untied the bamboo tube, unscrewed it, and found it was Urna's handwriting:

"I have already met with the old chieftain, 'Suhetai.' The chieftain believes the princess is in danger and is willing to help, but many of the young and strong men in the tribe have been transferred away by Boerte under the pretext of 'being transferred to the border,' leaving a shortage of manpower. He also suspects that Boerte has spies among them. The chieftain said that his grandson, 'Sude,' will enter the royal court under the guise of 'delivering tribute horses,' which may allow him to pass on messages and inquire about the princess's current situation. I will accompany Sude, disguised as his attendant. In addition, the chieftain mentioned that there is indeed an ancient secret passage deep in the old mine, rumored to lead to the royal palace, but the entrance has long since collapsed. Feng Kun may want to reopen it."

The letter is short, but it contains a wealth of information!

Sude is entering the royal court, and Urna will accompany him. This is an excellent opportunity to get close to the princess and deliver messages! Moreover, Suhetai has confirmed that there is indeed a secret passage leading to the royal court from the old mine. This explains Feng Kun's unusual behavior and also means that there is a huge hidden danger beneath the royal court—Feng Kun may be trying to open or use this secret passage!

The royal court of the Grey Fox tribe is situated on a gentle slope backed by snow-capped mountains and facing a vast grassland.

The palace at the highest point, built of pure white boulders and precious wood, adorned with a golden roof and colorful flags, is the "Golden Tent" where the Khan resides, now under the control of Burte.

Slightly lower down, there is an exquisite and elegant palace, equally heavily guarded, which is Princess Uloran's "Moon Palace".

The atmosphere inside the royal court was eerie. On the surface, it was a scene of joyous activity as preparations for the "princess's wedding" were underway, with servants coming and going in droves, transporting fine wine, silk, and livestock.

But if you pay a little attention, you can see that the servants who are passing by have darting eyes and their hurried steps are filled with a sense of suppression; the patrolling Black Wolf Guards are gleaming in armor, but their eyes are as sharp as eagles, sweeping over every corner.

In the afternoon, a cavalry of about thirty people slowly approached from the northwest. The cavalry carried the banner of the Suhe tribe and drove more than ten fine steppe horses, which were loaded with neatly bundled furs and herbs.

Leading the group was a young man in his early twenties with a kind face and bright eyes; he was Su De, the eldest grandson of the old chieftain of the Suhe tribe. Behind him were seven or eight warriors from the Suhe tribe, as well as several men and women who appeared to be attendants and servants.

"Halt! Who goes there? What brings you here?" A squad of Black Wolf Guards rode forward and blocked their path, the leader shouting sternly.

Sude calmly dismounted, patted his chest and bowed, replying, "Sude of the Suhe tribe, on the orders of our chieftain Suhetai, is here to escort this year's tribute horses and herbs to the royal court to present to His Highness Prince Burte and to congratulate His Highness Princess on her wedding."

As he spoke, he handed over a wooden plaque engraved with the emblem of the Suhe tribe and a gift list stamped with the clan chief's seal.

The Black Wolf Guard leader took the wooden plaque and seal, carefully examined them, and then glanced at the spirited tribute horses and the high-quality furs and herbs. His expression softened slightly.

"Are these all your followers?" the foreman asked, pointing to a few men dressed like servants behind him.

"Yes. These are servants who take care of the horses and goods, and that is an old woman who knows some medicine and is in charge of looking after the herbs."

The "old woman" was none other than Urna in disguise. She was wearing a bulky old fur coat, her face was smeared with dark medicine, and fine wrinkles were drawn at the corners of her eyes. She was hunched over and looked no different from an ordinary, weathered old woman on the grassland.