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

"He's gone mad!" the princess exclaimed, her body trembling with fear and rage. "For the throne, he's willing to drag the entire royal court down with him?!"

"He's backed by Feng Kun, and Feng Kun is backed by Li Song. A bunch of lunatics," Lin Feng said coldly.

"Princess, we must be prepared to leave at any time. Could you arrange for a backup plan for Urna and Sud before the wedding?"

The princess pondered, "The day after tomorrow, Sude will use the pretext of 'delivering tribute horses' to lead some of the Suhe tribe's warriors into the royal court to participate in the Naadam festival. That will be our last chance. But Bo'erte is watching very closely. Even if we leave Mingyue Palace through the secret passage, how can we break through the outer blockade of the royal court and reunite with Sude?"

"Openly repair the plank road while secretly crossing the Chencang pass." A ruthless glint flashed in Lin Feng's eyes.

"Have Urna and Sude create enough chaos at the Naadam festival the day after tomorrow to draw the attention of Brte and the guards. We'll take advantage of the chaos to leave through the secret passage and head straight for the back mountain. Old Ghost's men will be there to meet us outside the mountain. Once we're inside, Brte's cavalry will have a much harder time gaining an advantage."

"But my body..." The princess looked desperate. In her current state, let alone traveling fast on the mountain path, she probably wouldn't even be able to walk through that dark, unused secret passage for many years.

Lin Feng looked at her, his voice not loud, but with a resolute strength: "I'll carry you."

The princess was startled and stared at him in disbelief.

"As long as I have a breath left, I will carry you out." Lin Feng said each word clearly, without any romantic sentimentality, only a pure promise and the iron will of a soldier.

"From now on, take your medicine on time, eat as much as possible, and conserve your strength. You are the sickest, most harmless princess; use this to lull them into a false sense of security."

"Princess, take the sedative and sleep-inducing medicine now, get a good night's sleep, and recover your energy. I'll stay here."

"You're going to stay here?" the princess exclaimed in surprise. "This is too dangerous! What if they come again..."

"The most dangerous place is the safest place. They just searched this area and won't be back anytime soon. Besides, I must ensure your safety until the operation begins," Lin Feng said firmly.

He had already walked to the shadows by the window, like a statue blending into the darkness, only his voice could be heard: "Take a good rest, the day after tomorrow, we'll break out."

The bedchamber fell silent again, with only the crackling of the charcoal fire.

Two days until that wedding of death.

Beneath the Bright Moon Palace, Feng Kun directed the "Shadow Wolves" and craftsmen to quietly fill boxes of black powder, sealed with oilcloth, into a newly excavated tunnel leading to the princess's bedroom. The pungent smell of sulfur and saltpeter permeated the underground.

The following evening.

Suddenly, the earth shook violently. The ground beneath our feet trembled as if struck by an ancient behemoth!

Inside the Mingyue Palace's sleeping quarters, the beams and pillars groaned under the weight of the load, and dust fell in clumps. The walls were cracked, and the exquisite murals were peeling away.

"Earthquake?!" Little Zhuoma screamed and crouched down, covering her head.

"No, it's an explosion!" Lin Feng shouted sharply. The moment the tremor struck, he pounced on the bedside like a cheetah, grabbed the terrified Princess Uloran, wrapped her and the blankets around her, and rolled off the bed.

At the same time, he used his body to shield her, crashing into the triangular dead corner formed by the relatively sturdy carved bed and the inner wall.

Almost simultaneously, a brick collapsed and smashed into the spot where the princess had just been lying!

"Grandma! Little Zhuoma! Find a sturdy corner to hide in!" Lin Feng's roar was almost drowned out by the rumbling vibrations.

The old woman reacted quickly, dragging little Zhuoma into a corner between a heavy rosewood wardrobe and the wall. Clutter rained down around them.

The tremors lasted for about ten breaths, like the final struggle of a dying beast, before finally subsiding.

Deathly silence. Only the occasional creaking of broken beams and the increasingly clear screams, cries, and running sounds coming from afar.

"Cough cough..." Princess Uloran coughed violently in Lin Feng's arms, the shock and dust from the previous incident almost suffocating her.

Lin Feng carefully released her and quickly checked her over. Apart from being choked by dust, there seemed to be no new external injuries, but her face was pale, clearly indicating that she had been greatly frightened.

"Princess, how are you?" The old nanny crawled out from the corner and staggered over.

"I...I'm fine..." The princess's voice trembled as she gripped Lin Feng's arm tightly, as if it were her only lifeline.

She looked at Lin Feng, her eyes still filled with lingering fear and disbelief. "It really is... gunpowder?"

"Hmm." Lin Feng's face was gloomy. He listened carefully, and the sounds coming from afar were not only filled with fear, but also with shouts of "Fire!" "The earth dragon has turned over!" "Quickly put out the fire!"

He strode to the only intact window in the bedroom, poked a hole in the paper window with his scabbard, and looked out.

Several hundred paces northeast of Mingyue Palace, near the edge of the palace wall, flames were shooting into the sky! Thick smoke billowed, accompanied by the crackling sound of burning wood.

Judging from the location, it seems to be... a warehouse area, or a low-rise housing area where servants lived. But the epicenter of the explosion is probably deeper, underground.

Feng Kun made his move! But the target didn't seem to be the Bright Moon Palace's sleeping quarters; it had deviated somewhat. Was it a miscalculation? Or... intentional?

"Princess! Guards! Are you alright?" Little Zhuoma crawled over, her face still showing signs of shock.

"It's nothing." Lin Feng withdrew his gaze, his mind racing:

The explosion deviated from its intended target, disrupting Feng Kun's plans and inevitably alerting Brte and triggering a furious counterattack. Chaos had begun, but earlier and more dangerous than anticipated.

"Granny, Little Zhuoma, prepare according to plan! The explosion has started, chaos has erupted in the palace, this is our only chance!"

The princess struggled to her feet with Lin Feng's help. She was still wearing a thin nightgown and was barefoot.

"Clothes! Boots!" The old woman had already pulled out a pre-prepared bundle from under the ruins of the bed. Inside were two inconspicuous gray-brown herdsman's fur coats and trousers, as well as sturdy cowhide boots.

Together with Lin Feng, she hurriedly helped the princess change. Little Zhuoma also quickly put on a servant's outfit and messed up her hair.

"A secret passage!" Lin Feng looked behind the collapsed screen.

The rosewood screen fell to the ground, revealing a dark, waist-high hole in the wall behind it, which was the entrance to the secret passage under the dressing table.

"Princess, I'll carry you on my back. Granny, Little Zhuoma, follow me. No matter what you see or hear, don't stop or look back!" Lin Feng squatted down and steadily carried the princess on his back.

The princess was so light, it was heartbreaking. She wrapped her arms around Lin Feng's neck, buried her face in his broad shoulders and back, and could smell the comforting scent of his body, a mixture of sweat and dust.

"Let's go!" Lin Feng shouted in a low voice, and took the lead in bending down and crawling into the dark secret passage.