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

Sude interjected, "My father asked me to inform the garrison commander that Her Highness is the sole legitimate heir of our Gray Fox tribe. Now that the traitor has been eliminated, it is the time for Her Highness to return. Her Highness has been under the garrison commander's protection in Ironwall City for a long time, and we are extremely grateful. For the sake of safety, we humbly request that the garrison commander send troops to escort Her Highness back to the royal court, and... stay for a while to help Her Highness deter the villains and stabilize the situation."

He spoke very politely, but his meaning was clear: the princess should return, and she needed Lin Feng's military escort and support to secure her position.

Lin Feng nodded; this was expected.

"How is Princess Feng's health lately?" He looked at Qingyi.

Qingyi said, "Your Highness's cold has subsided, and you should be able to return to the royal court without any problems."

"That's good then." Lin Feng pondered. "The matter of escorting the princess concerns the alliance between the two tribes, so it must be done perfectly. Brother Xu, you, Han Tao, and Lei Bao will stay and guard Iron Wall City. I will personally lead three hundred cavalry to escort the princess back to the royal court. Chief Sude will go ahead to clear the roads and ensure safety along the way."

"Yes!" the crowd responded.

On the morning of the third day, a cavalry force of three hundred men escorted the princess's carriage towards the royal court of the Gray Fox tribe in the northeast.

The old chieftain of the Suhe tribe, Suhebalu, had led the tribal leaders and nobles to give a grand welcome ten miles outside the city.

After the entry ceremony, the princess moved into the Khan's tent, a symbol of royal power. Lin Feng and the Ironwall City cavalry were housed in a separate camp outside the royal court.

The following days were filled with busy post-war reconstruction and power transition. With the assistance of Sukhbaatar, Urna, and others, the princess met with tribal leaders, comforted the wounded and injured, allocated pastures, and dealt with the suppression of the remaining forces of Brte.

Order was gradually restored in the royal court.

Night, in a private tent behind the king's tent.

"Your Highness." The old clan chief bowed, placing his hand on his chest.

"Please sit, Elder Chief," the princess said softly. "You've had a hard time these past few days. I summoned you here to ask what the tribal leaders privately think of the current situation, and what they have to say about me?"

Sukhbaatar pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "On the surface, people are naturally overjoyed at His Highness's return and swore to be loyal to him to the death. But in private... there are quite a few who are worried."

"What are you worried about?"

"I am concerned that Your Highness is young and a woman, and I fear that it will be difficult for you to subdue the wolves of the grasslands for long." Sukhbaatar looked directly at the princess.

"Although Burte is dead, his former followers may not be truly loyal. The surrounding tribes, seeing our internal strife recently resolved and our strength greatly diminished, will inevitably covet our territory. While the garrison commander of Iron Wall City has offered his assistance, he is ultimately an outsider, a Han general. Once he leads his troops away…"

He didn't finish speaking. The tent was so quiet that only the crackling of the candlelight could be heard.

The princess nodded calmly: "What the old chieftain said is precisely what worries me. For lasting peace and stability, a fundamental solution is needed. Does the old chieftain have any good ideas?"

Sukhbaatar took a deep breath: "Your Highness, this old minister does have a plan that may resolve this predicament. However... this plan may put Your Highness in a difficult position."

"Please feel free to speak."

"A marriage alliance," Sukhbaatar uttered, staring intently at the princess, "a marriage alliance with Lin Feng, the garrison commander of Ironwall City."

The candle flame burst open into a flower-like shape.

The princess's expression remained unchanged; she even tilted her head slightly, appearing thoughtful: "Marriage alliance... does the old clan chief hope to use marriage to turn Commander Lin into 'one of their own,' completely binding the interests of my Gray Fox tribe with those of Ironwall City and the Great Yan border army?"

"Exactly!" Sukhbaatar felt somewhat relieved seeing the princess's calmness.

"Lin Feng is brave and resourceful, loyal and trustworthy, and enjoys high prestige in the Northern Frontier Army. He is also a border general valued by the Emperor of Great Yan. If Your Highness marries him, he will have the title of 'Prince Consort of the Gray Fox Tribe.' In this way, his assistance to Your Highness is tantamount to assisting his own family's foundation. Internally, it can deter disloyal subjects, and externally, it can make covetous enemies think twice. This is a brilliant strategy of consolidating alliances through marriage and establishing oneself with strong support! For Commander Lin, having Your Highness and the Gray Fox Tribe as his allies will greatly enhance his status in the Northern Frontier."

The arguments are clear and the advantages and disadvantages are well-defined.

The princess paused for a moment, then said, "This is indeed a good plan. However, Commander Lin already has several virtuous wives at home, and they are deeply devoted to each other. Moreover, he and Urna..."

Sukhbaatar nodded: "Your Highness's concerns are quite valid. However, it is not uncommon for powerful men to have several wives and concubines on the grasslands. Moreover, this is a political marriage, where the primary considerations are alliance and mutual benefit."

He paused, then continued, "Your Highness could emulate the wise empresses of old and offer to address the three ladies as sisters, without distinction of rank. Commander Urna is utterly loyal to Your Highness and is also deeply in love with Commander Lin. Perhaps... she could marry Commander Lin as well. In this way, Your Highness would gain both status and the greater good, Urna would find a home and affection, and Commander Lin would gain support and a beautiful wife. Wouldn't that be perfect? ​​Such an arrangement would also demonstrate Your Highness's magnanimity and stabilize the internal situation."

Including Urna will form a closer "three-person alliance".

The princess listened in silence for a long time. The candlelight flickered on her beautiful, pale face.

After a long silence, she spoke slowly, her voice almost inaudible: "Will Urna... agree? And what will Commander Lin... think?"

"Commander Urna is a woman of great principle, always putting His Highness and the tribe first. As for Commander Lin..."

Sukhbal said in a deep voice, "Such a proposal cannot be made directly by us, as that would be seen as taking advantage of a favor. My suggestion is that Your Highness and Commander Urna discuss it first. If there are no objections internally, then we, your humble servants, should formally petition Commander Lin in the name of tribal consensus, to repay a great favor, and to solidify the alliance. At that time, Your Highness can communicate frankly with Commander Lin privately."

Proceed step by step.

The princess closed her eyes. Only the flickering candlelight remained in the tent. Sukhbaatar held his breath, waiting.

After an unknown amount of time, the princess opened her eyes. She looked at Sukhbaatar and nodded gently.

"It shall be so. Tomorrow, I will speak with Urna first. After that, I will trouble the old chieftain and the other chieftains."

Sukhbaatar solemnly placed his hand on his chest and bowed: "Your Highness obeys. For the sake of the tribe, Your Highness has endured what ordinary people cannot. Your Highness and the thousands of tribes will forever remember this!"

The following afternoon. The same small tent.

Urna was led in by a maid.

She saw the princess sitting alone on the couch, her expression calm, and her heart tightened for no reason.

"Your Highness," Urna said, bowing with her hand on her chest.

"Ulna, sit down." The princess gestured for her to sit opposite her and personally poured her a bowl of warm mare's milk. "You've had a hard time these past few days."

Urna took the drink but didn't drink it. Her grey-blue eyes looked at the princess: "Your Highness summoned me here; there must be something important."

The princess put down the silver pot, looked directly at Ulna, and got straight to the point:

"Yesterday, Chieftain Suhebalu proposed to me that, in order to stabilize the tribe and ensure long-term peace and stability, I should arrange a marriage between myself and Garrison Commander Lin Feng."

The wooden bowl in Urna's hand suddenly shook, and a few drops of mare's milk splashed out.

The tent was deathly silent.

"Ulna," the princess's voice remained steady, "you know this is the best option for the tribe right now. Commander Lin is a powerful ally who can deter both internal and external threats and ensure the peace of our Gray Fox tribe. Marriage is the most thorough and secure way to bind us together."

Urna's lips trembled, and after a long while, she finally managed to stammer, "Your Highness... Lin Feng... he already has several wives at home. His feelings for Madam Shen and the others..."

"The old chieftain suggests that I may address the ladies as sisters," the princess interrupted her. "And you, Urna, the old chieftain suggests that you may marry the garrison commander of Lin along with me."

Urna was struck dumb, and looked up abruptly, staring at the princess in disbelief.

"I know you have feelings for Commander Lin." The princess's voice softened.

"I know this proposal is unfair to you. But Urna, look at this grassland—" she pointed outside the tent.

"Although Burte is dead, his remnants are not yet eliminated. The people of the various tribes are restless. We are surrounded by wolves and tigers. I am young and a woman. Without strong allies, how can I secure my throne? How can I protect the lives of my thousands of people? Only through marriage can we make him 'one of our own,' giving him sufficient reason and sufficient benefits to stand on our side forever!"