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

With her last ounce of strength, Madam Zhao slapped Zhao Qingyi hard across the face. Her hand was icy cold, but the force was astonishing.

"You wretched creature!" she roared, blood spilling from the corner of her mouth. "You...you want to see...Qingyun...and you...die...like...those...corpses...without a complete corpse?!"

These words were like a heavy hammer, shattering all of Zhao Qingyi's pride and stubbornness. She collapsed by the bedside, sobbing uncontrollably.

Madam Zhao looked at the man in black at the door again, her eyes filled with utter and unreserved pleading and reliance. She opened her mouth, silently mouthing the words, over and over again.

嫁。

娶。

Save them.

The man in black finally moved. He slowly, step by step, walked into the inner room.

He walked to the bedside and looked down at Madam Zhao.

Madam Zhao stared intently at him, her cloudy eyes reflecting his veiled figure.

The man in black was silent for a moment, then nodded very slightly.

He slowly raised his hand and untied the black cloth covering his face.

In the dim candlelight, a young face with sharp features was revealed. His expression was cold and hard, and his brows exuded a fierce aura from years of battlefield experience. Although he was not wearing official robes, he possessed an imposing presence that commanded respect without anger.

"Lord Zhao." Lin Feng's voice was no longer hoarse and feigned, but returned to its original deep and cold tone.

"You…" Zhao Li shuddered, his cloudy old eyes widening instantly as if struck by lightning, "Lin…Lin Feng?!"

Zhao Li's mind went blank for a moment, then he suddenly realized, utterly horrified, "The one who's been secretly protecting us all this way... was it you?!"

"Exactly," Lin Feng said calmly, his gaze falling on Madam Zhao.

Madam Zhao's withered fingers suddenly trembled violently, and her unfocused pupils miraculously focused for a moment, staring intently at Lin Feng.

"General Lin... General Lin..." Madam Zhao hissed like a broken bellows, her withered hand gripping Zhao Li's sleeve tightly, her nails digging almost into his flesh. "Is... is it him?"

"Yes, Madam." Zhao Li, tears streaming down his face, tightly grasped his wife's hand. "It was General Lin. He... he has been protecting us all along."

With her last breath, Madam Zhao stared intently in Lin Feng's direction. In her cloudy eyes, however, shone a deep, almost liberated satisfaction.

She saw it. She saw the man's tall, upright figure, and the unwavering killing intent that remained even in the face of dire straits. She knew that this was their only way out.

"General Lin..." Madam Zhao croaked, each word like blood squeezed from her very core, "This old woman... on her deathbed... only begs... only asks the General for one thing..."

Lin Feng stepped forward, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said in a deep voice, "Please speak, Madam."

"I... my two daughters..." Madam Zhao coughed violently, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, but she stared intently at Zhao Li, her eyes resolute and unwavering. "They... they had bad luck... born into the Zhao family... following me... suffered half their lives..."

"Madam!" Zhao Li was terrified.

Madam Zhao ignored him, staring intently at Lin Feng, her eyes gleaming with a final light: "This old woman... only begs the general... to marry them... to give them... a proper status... so that they... may have someone to rely on in the future..."

She was panting heavily, her gaze darting frantically between Lin Feng and Zhao Li, a look of a dying person's last pleas and threats.

Lin Feng looked at Madam Zhao. This dying old woman, with her last breath, had obtained the most expensive life-saving talisman for her daughters. It was a deal made with death in her hands.

His gaze swept over Zhao Qingyun, who was crying her eyes out in front of the bed, and then looked at Zhao Qingyi, who was biting her lip and stiff all over. Those two pairs of eyes, though filled with fear and anger, also revealed a hint of resignation.

Finally, Lin Feng clasped his hands in a deep fist salute, his voice resolute:

"Rest assured, Madam. I, Lin, am willing to marry both of you. From this day forward, as long as I have a breath left, I will never let them suffer the slightest grievance."

"Good...good! Good!" Madam Zhao said "good" three times in a row, as if most of the burden in her eyes had been lifted, and she felt much more relaxed.

This was a dying wish, and also the best possible ending a mother could hope for for her daughters.

Zhao Li wept tears of joy, though they were also tears of happiness. This marriage, though hasty and strange, had sent his daughters to the most secure shore.

The dilapidated Chunhua County Government Office exudes a rare warmth.

After a hasty tidying up, the inner room, though still a humble dwelling, had been somewhat furnished. The red silk was an old item obtained from a neighbor, and the candles were newly replaced, making the room much brighter.

There was no boisterous music, no noisy guests. In this dilapidated county government office, a simple yet solemn wedding was quietly taking place.

Red candles burned brightly. Lin Feng was dressed in a black robe with a red sash. Zhao Qingyi and Zhao Qingyun were dressed in plain white, but also with red sashes. The three bows were to Heaven and Earth, and also to Madam Zhao's ailing bed.

"Husband and wife bow to each other—"

As the eulogy rang out, tinged with tears, Zhao Qingyi looked at the man who had saved her life in the darkness many times before, her heart filled with mixed emotions. Zhao Qingyun, meanwhile, was already teary-eyed, unsure whether to feel joy or sorrow.

The ceremony is complete.

Madam Zhao lay in bed, watching this scene with a satisfied and peaceful smile on her lips. In the candlelight of her children's wedding, she slowly closed her eyes. That night, she slept exceptionally well, as if there were no more worries in the world.

……

After marriage, life was unexpectedly peaceful and warm.

However, the good times did not last long.

One morning, a dozen days later.

Madam Zhao slowly opened her eyes, her gaze somewhat unfocused. She looked at Lin Feng, who was guarding the bedside, then at Zhao Qingyi and Zhao Qingyun. Her lips trembled, as if she wanted to say something, but ultimately she couldn't utter a sound.

She just stared intently at Lin Feng, her eyes filled with gratitude and entrustment, and then her withered hand slowly fell to her sides.

This time, there was no more heart-wrenching struggle before her departure. Around the tenth day after her daughters' weddings, having finally seen that they had someone to rely on, Madam Zhao passed away peacefully, like a lamp that has burned out.

Inside the Chunhua County government office, Zhao's coffin lay, its white banners fluttering in the morning breeze.

Zhao Li sat there, stunned. He was no longer the powerful commander who commanded the northern border, but just a lonely old man who had just seen his wife off.

Lin Feng, dressed in black, stood outside the mourning hall, watching Zhao Li's hunched back. He knew that with Madam Zhao gone, Zhao Li's only remaining attachment in this world was his two daughters, who were now his wives.

"Father-in-law," Lin Feng said in a low voice as he entered the mourning hall, "Mother-in-law has passed away; we cannot linger here. The people from the Privy Council will be arriving soon."

Zhao Li did not turn around. "Son-in-law... Zhao Li has lived a life worthy of the court and the northern border. Now, however, he must flee like a stray dog."

"Where there's life, there's hope," Lin Feng interrupted him.

Outside the city, on the official road, lies the Shili Pavilion.

Standing opposite Lin Feng was the eighth-rank official from the Privy Council, surnamed Hu, whose face was full of arrogance and greed.

"That old bastard Zhao Li isn't quite dead yet?" Manager Hu sneered, holding up one finger. "Ten thousand taels. One coin less, and you can expect to be collecting the Zhao family's corpses."

Lin Feng listened quietly, his fingers stroking the hilt of the Broken Mountain Blade at his waist, without saying a word.

The oppressive silence made Chief Hu uneasy, and he barked, his voice trembling with fear, "What? Reluctant to part with the money?...

"You can shut up now," Lin Feng said calmly.

Before he could finish speaking, Hu felt a blur before his eyes, and his neck was gripped tightly by a large, cold hand!

"Uh...you..." Manager Hu's eyes bulged out, his feet left the ground, and he struggled desperately.

Lin Feng leaned close to his ear, his voice so low it seemed to come from hell, "This desolate wilderness is where you will be buried."

"No...no..." Manager Hu struggled.

Lin Feng suddenly exerted force with his hand!

"Snap!"