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

The Black Wolf Guard's junior leader, not noticing anything amiss, waved his hand: "Go in. The horses and goods will be handed over to the western tribute hall; someone will inspect them there. Your men are to be stationed in the southern guest tents. They are not allowed to move around freely, especially near the Bright Moon Palace and Golden Tent area; otherwise, they will be killed without exception!"

"Understood, thank you, sir." Su De bowed again, mounted his horse, and led his cavalry slowly through the outer gate of the royal court.

The team successfully handed over the horses and goods at the designated tribute hall.

After the transaction was completed, Sude led everyone to a tent area to the south, which was specifically for accommodating envoys and merchants from small tribes. The tents here were low and crowded, with people coming and going and smells mixed together, which actually made it easier to hide.

Upon entering the slightly larger tent assigned to them, Sud quickly arranged for the warriors he had brought to stand guard outside, leaving only two absolutely reliable confidants and Urna inside.

"Commander Urna, we've entered." Sude lowered his voice, his kind smile vanishing, replaced by a grave expression. "What's next? The Bright Moon Palace is heavily guarded, with sentries every three steps, patrols every five, and hidden spies. How can we contact the princess?"

"We can't force our way in, and we can't contact them openly either," Urna said in a hoarse, low voice.

"Sud, you will request an audience with Burte under the pretext of presenting tribute and congratulating him on his wedding. This is routine, and he will not refuse, but the audience will not last long. You should pay attention to who is with him, especially whether Feng Kun is present. Also, observe the defensive arrangements and shift changes between the Golden Tent and the Bright Moon Palace as much as possible."

"Okay." Su De nodded.

"In addition," Urna took out a small object carefully wrapped in oilcloth from her bosom and handed it to Sud.

"This is a wolf-tooth pendant that the princess gave me years ago; she recognizes it. After your audience with Brte, try to request permission to greet the princess on behalf of the chief of the Suhe tribe. Brte may not grant your request, but she might send someone to accompany you. Whether you see the princess or not, try to give this pendant to any of the older, composed maids in the Bright Moon Palace, saying, 'An old friend entrusted the Suhe tribe to send his greetings to the princess, wishing the eagles a speedy return to the blue sky.' If the maid shows any unusual reaction, or accepts the pendant, she is someone we can try to contact."

Su De carefully took the wolf fang pendant.

"Sud, get me a set of clothes for the lowest-ranking servant, and try to find out the time and route for the daily delivery of food, water, charcoal, and other miscellaneous items to Mingyue Palace, as well as... the route and personnel for the palace's waste removal." Urna's words were astonishing.

Su De paused for a moment, then realized that no matter how strict the guards were at Mingyue Palace, daily necessities and waste removal were still necessary. These areas were relatively less guarded and had the most diverse personnel, making them excellent opportunities to infiltrate or get close.

"Okay, I'll make the arrangements right away."

As evening fell, Sude returned, his face showing signs of fatigue, but his eyes were bright.

"I saw Burte. Feng Kun was also there. There were many sentries, both visible and hidden, along the route from the Golden Tent to the Bright Moon Palace. The guard changes were very frequent, leaving almost no blind spots. I requested to pay my respects to the princess, but Burte refused, saying that 'the princess is unwell and needs to rest.' She only sent out a head maid to collect the tribute list."

Sude quickly said, "However, when I came out, I 'happened' to run into an old nanny from Mingyue Palace who was out fetching charcoal. She looked kind, like an old woman who used to serve Hadun. I took the opportunity to slip her the wolf fang pendant and that sentence. She was stunned for a moment, glanced at me, said nothing, clutched the pendant in her hand, and walked away with her head down."

"Good!" Urna's spirits lifted. This at least meant that there were still people in the Moon Palace who remembered their former master and weren't completely controlled. "Have you found out about the servants' clothes and routes?"

"I've found out." Sud pulled out a simple sketch from his pocket, on which several routes and times were marked with charcoal sticks, and then handed over a package.

Urna opened the bundle, inside which was a dusty, patched old fur coat and trousers that smelled faintly of sourness, as well as a worn-out dog-skin hat.

"That's enough." She quickly changed into the dirty, smelly servant's clothes. She then applied special medicinal mud to her face and hands to cover her original skin color and features, making herself look more like a hard-working, dirty, and numb old servant.

Finally, she carefully concealed the dagger in a specially made lining of her fur coat. Hunched over, she slipped silently out of the tent, disappearing instantly into the deepening twilight and the cacophony of voices.

Near the low gate in the northeast corner, two laborers, dressed in bulky, tattered fur coats and covering their mouths and noses with dirty cloths, were pulling a manure cart. One of them, slightly thin and seemingly slow in movement, was Urna in disguise. The other was an older laborer whom Sude had bribed to take his place on duty that night.

The manure cart reached a corner. As agreed beforehand, the old laborer suddenly pulled on the reins, and the cart came to a screeching stop. He clutched his stomach and cried out, "Oh no, my stomach hurts... I ate something bad last night... You, you watch the cart, I'll go take care of myself in the bushes over there..." Then, clutching his stomach, he staggered towards a thick patch of withered grass by the roadside.

Urna quickly scanned her surroundings, making sure no one was paying attention, and immediately slipped away from the manure cart, silently disappearing into the darker shadows on the other side, where piles of discarded wood and stones lay.

She took off her outermost, stinking, tattered leather coat, revealing another set of equally drab but relatively cleaner servant's clothes underneath. She quickly rubbed her face to remove some of the dirt and medicinal grime, then took out a small packet of charcoal ash from her bosom and used it to deepen the shadows on her cheeks and neck, making herself look more like an ordinary servant working in the shadows.

Then she crouched low and crept along the shadows at the base of the wall toward the northeast corner of Mingyue Palace.

In the northeast corner of the palace wall, there was a low iron window about the size of a washbasin, which was sealed off by several rusty iron bars about the thickness of a thumb.

Urna took out the dagger Lin Feng had given her from her bosom. She loosened the rusted iron bar at the joint between the bricks, revealing a gap!

She used all her strength to widen the gap, and then crawled through it.

This appears to be a long-abandoned cellar, not very large, filled with broken pottery jars and miscellaneous items.

The cellar had stairs leading up to the top, and was covered by a stone slab.

Urna braced her right shoulder against the stone slab and pushed it open a crack. Then she climbed out.

Outside was a dimly lit corridor, with a few gas lamps hanging on the walls, casting a faint light.

Using her familiarity with the surroundings, Urna bypassed several newly added sentry posts and arrived at the princess's palace.

"...Granny, is this medicine...really working? The princess's cough is getting worse..."

"Yes, feed it to the princess while it's still warm..."

Princess?! Urna's heart nearly leaped out of her chest!

She suppressed the urge to rush in immediately, listened carefully again to make sure no one was in the corridor outside, and then gently pried open a crack in the door with the tip of her dagger to peek inside.

On the couch, a woman dressed in a plain white nightgown, her figure so thin it was heartbreaking, was leaning against a soft cushion, coughing violently. Her pale face was flushed with an unnatural redness. It was Princess Uloran!