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

He uttered those four words, and then, together with the man in white, they vanished into the twilight outside the post station in a few leaps, like ghosts.

Only the Zhao family remained, still in shock amidst pools of blood and ruins.

Inside the dilapidated hall of Huai Shu Post Station, the stench of blood was somewhat dispersed by the night wind, but it could not dispel the chill that penetrated to the bone.

Zhao Li sat in the corner, holding the terrified Madam Zhao in his arms, tears streaming down his face.

Zhao Qingyun knelt beside her mother. Her face was still pale, but in her gentle eyes, there was no longer pure fear, but a sense of bewilderment at surviving a catastrophe.

"Sister..." Zhao Qingyun looked towards the corner, her voice barely audible, "That benefactor in black is incredibly skilled."

Zhao Qingyi did not answer.

She stood alone by the ruins at the entrance of the post station, using a tattered cloth to slowly wipe the bloodstains from the longsword in her hand.

The black-clad man's blade was incredibly fast. Not in terms of technique, but in terms of sheer dominance. She considered herself the foremost female swordswoman in the capital, but compared to him, she felt like a child just learning swordsmanship.

"Miss Zhao."

A cold voice sounded from behind.

Zhao Qingyi turned around abruptly, her long sword held across her chest, only to find it was the woman in white. She had returned sometime earlier and was standing three steps away, holding a small porcelain bottle.

"You..." Zhao Qingyi bit her lip, sheathed her sword, and asked with a hint of stubbornness in her voice, "Why did you save us? And who was that man in black?"

The man in white didn't answer, but simply handed over the porcelain bottle: "Two pills weren't enough. This bottle also contains wound medicine, which can be taken internally or applied externally. Although the wound on your arm isn't deep, if it's not treated properly, it might fester on the way here."

"Thank you." Zhao Qingyi's voice softened as she looked at the white-clad man's exquisitely beautiful yet icy face. "May I ask your esteemed names, my two benefactors?"

"Nameless nobodies," the man in white said calmly, his gaze passing over her and looking at the dark official road outside the post station. "You should set off. This place is not safe to stay long. Those assassins were just outposts."

"It's so late, why are you still traveling?" Zhao Qingyun exclaimed, helping her mother to her feet. "Mother is seriously ill and can't withstand the bumpy ride."

The man in white looked at Madam Zhao, his brows furrowing slightly: "Madam looks frail and unwell; it's indeed not advisable to move her. But if she stays, she'll be sitting here waiting to die."

Zhao Li staggered over and bowed deeply to the man in white: "My benefactors, I am Zhao Li, and I thank you both for saving my life. However... I am incompetent and have become a burden to my family. I wonder if you two could..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw the man in black return from the darkness outside the post station.

He was still masked, only his eyes were visible. At that moment, those eyes were coldly scanning the situation inside the post station.

Zhao Qingyi met his gaze, and for some reason, a strange sense of security arose in her heart. Although this man exuded a murderous aura, he stood there like a mountain, making people feel reliable.

The man in white nodded, and with a flash, disappeared into the night.

The man in black disappeared after a few leaps and bounds.

Inside the post station, only the Zhao family remained.

"Father," Zhao Qingyi turned around, her eyes hardening with determination, "Let's go. Let's go tonight."

Looking into his daughter's eyes, where the fire had been rekindled, Zhao Li gritted his teeth and said, "Fine! Pack your things, and set off tonight!"

The convoy set off again.

That night, Zhao Qingyi sat on the carriage shaft, driving in place of her father. The cold wind howled, ruffling her disheveled hair, yet she felt a fire burning within her.

That man in black, that mysterious and powerful man, became the only light on her dark path.

……

Half a mile behind the convoy.

Two dark figures moved across the wilderness like ghosts, always maintaining this distance from the convoy.

"Guard, Miss Zhao's riding skills are acceptable, but her mental state is unstable," Bai Xiaohe said.

Lin Feng's face was covered, revealing only his eyes, which shone like cold stars in the night. He looked at the firefly-like convoy, his gaze settling on the lotus-colored figure on the carriage shaft.

"She needs to live and protect Zhao Li."

"Zhao Li is someone the Privy Council is determined to kill," Su Xuanji said. "We'll likely encounter more than one wave of assassins on our way to Longyou. Once we reach Longyou, we won't be able to intervene anymore."

"At that time, she had to rely on herself," Lin Feng said.

Just then, a series of rapid hoofbeats suddenly came from the bend in the official road ahead!

"Ah—!" Zhao Qingyun's scream pierced the night sky.

Lin Feng's eyes sharpened, and his figure shot out like an arrow released from a bow!

From the overgrown weeds on both sides of the official road, flickering lights reappeared. A group of people formed a semi-circle and surrounded them, their steel knives gleaming deathly in the moonlight.

"Zhao Li! Prepare to die!" The leader of the black-clad men grinned maliciously as he approached step by step.

Zhao Qingyi drew her longsword, shielding her family, her beautiful face filled with determination. Zhao Qingyun trembled with fear, clutching her mother's sleeve tightly.

Just as the man in black was about to pounce—

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Several streaks of cold light shot out from the darkness!

"Pfft! Pfft!"

The first few men in black fell to the ground with a thud, several willow-leaf darts precisely embedded in their foreheads or throats!

"Who?!" The leader in black was shocked and looked around.

No one answered.

Only the faintest footsteps echoed in the darkness. The men in black were horrified to see their comrade fall silently. There were no screams, only the muffled thud of a blade piercing flesh, and the sigh of life slipping away.

Zhao Qingyi gripped the sword hilt tightly, staring intently into the darkness. She couldn't see the figure of the man in black, but she could sense him moving through the darkness like an elegant cheetah, reaping lives.

This was a completely different style of fighting. It wasn't the orthodox swordsmanship she was familiar with, but rather... a ruthless art of killing for survival.

"Go." A cold voice rang in her ear.

Zhao Qingyi turned around abruptly and saw that the man in black was already standing three steps away from her. He was still masked, but his eyes, under the moonlight, were as cold as ice.

"Taking the side path will allow us to bypass the checkpoint ahead." Lin Feng's voice was completely flat, as if he were simply stating a fact.

"You..." Zhao Qingyi looked at him, her heart pounding, "Aren't you coming with us?"