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

A biting wind and blinding torchlight rushed in instantly, and seven or eight Black Wolf Guards, fully armored and wielding scimitars, charged in menacingly. Leading them was a centurion with a scar on his cheek and fierce eyes.

The scarred centurion's gaze was sharp as a knife, sweeping over the old nanny and little Zhuoma before finally landing on the princess who was coughing violently on the bed and seemed on the verge of fainting. A hint of apprehension flashed in his eyes, but more than that, it was an undisguised scrutiny and suspicion.

He waved his hand, and his guards immediately dispersed, beginning to roughly search the chests, cabinets, curtains, and even kick away the footstools in the hall.

"Your Highness," the scarred centurion managed a weak salute, his voice dry and strained.

"This humble servant was ordered to search for spies, and has disturbed Your Majesty's journey. Please forgive me. Your Highness, have you seen any suspicious people tonight? Or heard any unusual noises?"

Princess Uloran seemed to have used all her strength to stop coughing, her voice weak yet carrying an unyielding coldness: "Since falling ill, I have been bedridden day and night, cough cough... The only people I have seen are the imperial physicians and palace maids... Where have all these strangers come from? Where has all this noise come from? Is this how Burte... cough cough... treats his bedridden sister?!"

As she got emotional, she broke out in another bout of heart-wrenching coughing.

"Princess!" The old nanny and little Zhuoma rushed to the bedside.

The scarred centurion's expression changed. It was true that the princess was seriously ill; if anything were to happen to her now, it would be difficult to explain to Prince Burte.

But his orders were to conduct a thorough search, especially of the princess's bedchamber. He glanced suspiciously over the spacious bedchamber again, finally settling his gaze on the large bed, which was draped with heavy brocade curtains and appeared to be perfectly normal.

"Your Highness is unwell, and I dare not disturb you for long. However, it is my duty to ensure Your Highness's safety."

As the scarred centurion spoke, he took a few steps forward, approaching the bed, his sharp gaze fixed on the low-hanging brocade curtain embroidered with gold-threaded wolf heads. "Behind this curtain..."

"How dare you!" The old nanny stood up abruptly, blocking the bed, her small body trembling with anger.

"How dare you, mere foreign subjects, peek into the princess's bedchamber?! You searched the entire palace for spies, what more do you want? Do you... do you even intend to lift the lid on the princess's bed to look inside?! Do you still have any regard for the Khan, for the princess?!"

The scarred centurion was intimidated by the old woman's imposing manner and was momentarily speechless.

The Black Wolf Guards behind him exchanged bewildered glances. Searching the princess's bedchamber was already an overstepping of their bounds; if they were to actually lift the bed curtains, what would happen if word got out…

"Granny... there's no need to stop them..." Princess Uloran's voice came from behind the tent, filled with endless exhaustion, "Let them... look... look at my wretched body... what can it possibly do to them... cough cough..."

As she spoke, she reached out her hand tremblingly, as if she wanted to lift the bed curtains.

"Princess, no!" Little Zhuoma cried out.

Seeing this, the scarred centurion's doubts and concerns were somewhat dispelled by the princess's frank attitude.

Perhaps I'm just being paranoid? Even if it were hidden, would the princess be so cooperative?

Just as he hesitated, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the bedchamber. A messenger ran in breathlessly and whispered a few words to the scarred centurion.

The scarred centurion's expression changed. He glared fiercely in the direction of the bed curtains, then gave the princess a hasty bow: "Your Highness, please rest well. This humble officer takes his leave!"

Having said that, he hurriedly left the bedchamber with his men.

The heavy palace doors were closed again, cutting off most of the light and noise, leaving only a mess and three people still in shock.

The bedchamber returned to darkness and silence, with only the occasional crackling of the charcoal fire and the princess's suppressed, painful breaths.

The old woman and little Zhuoma's legs went weak, and they almost collapsed to the ground, their bodies drenched in cold sweat. Just a moment ago, they truly thought they were going to die.

"He...they're gone?" Princess Uloran's voice was still weak, but it carried a hint of relief.

"Let's go, let's go..." Little Zhuoma nodded, crying.

Just then, the brocade curtain that hung low was suddenly lifted slightly from the inside.

Lin Feng's face was revealed, still covered in black ash, but his eyes shone brightly in the dim light.

He lay right next to the princess, so close, his body still carrying the chill of the night.

Just now, at the critical moment when the scarred centurion opened the door, the princess used her last bit of strength to lift a corner of the brocade curtain, and Lin Feng slid in like a fish. Then the princess lowered the curtain and used her thin body and the heavy brocade quilt to completely block him inside.

Their bodies were almost touching, and they could feel each other's rapid heartbeats and warm body temperatures.

Their eyes met, and they could hear each other breathing. A sickly blush suddenly rose on the princess's pale face. She hurriedly looked away and tried to back away, but the movement aggravated her illness, and she let out a muffled groan.

"Don't move," Lin Feng whispered.

He quickly but very carefully slipped out of the quilt, landing silently as if the intimate and thrilling moment of skin-to-skin contact had never happened.

He first listened cautiously to the sounds outside the hall, and only after confirming that the search team had indeed gone far away did he walk quickly to the door and peek out through the crack for a moment.

"It's safe for now, but the guards have definitely increased." He walked back to the bedside, looking at Princess Uloran's pale face and the bloodstains on her lips, his brows furrowing into a deep knot. "Your illness..."

"It's just a cold, nothing serious." Princess Uloran lowered her eyes, avoiding his overly direct gaze, her fingers unconsciously twisting the blood-stained corner of the blanket. "Commander Lin, you... how did you get here? Urna, she..."

"She's worried, and so am I." Lin Feng said succinctly. He walked to the table, poured a glass of warm water, tested the temperature, and brought it to the bedside, handing it to the old nanny. "Give the princess some water first."

Then he looked at the princess, his gaze serious, "Feng Kun and Boerte's collusion is deepening, and a forced marriage is imminent. I can no longer wait idly in Ironwall City. Urna has risked her life to infiltrate, and I cannot let you face this alone."

"But what about Iron Wall City..." the princess said anxiously.

"Han Tao and Lei Bao can hold things steady. Yan Ying is temporarily trapped and can't cause any major trouble," Lin Feng said confidently.

"The secret passage that Urna mentioned has an entrance in an abandoned hunter's hut in the back mountain, and the exit... is under the dressing table in the bedroom. I came in through the secret passage," Lin Feng explained.

"Ulna came by? How is she?"

"She has already gone back to reunite with Sude," the princess said. "Commander Lin, you shouldn't have come. It's too dangerous here. If we're discovered..."

"There's no time to say all that," Lin Feng interrupted her, his expression stern.

"When I infiltrated just now, I discovered something unusual beneath the royal court. I smelled a very faint odor of sulfur and saltpeter mixed with the smell of charcoal and earth."

"Sulfur? Saltpeter?" The princess's face paled even more. "He's going to...use gunpowder?"

"I'm afraid so." Lin Feng's gaze was icy.

"And the target is very likely the Bright Moon Palace, or... to create an 'accident' during your 'wedding'. The gunpowder will ignite, with enough power to destroy half of the royal court. At that time, whether you live or die, Börte can pin the blame on anyone he wants to get rid of."