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

The fiefdom of Prince Lin, the secret chamber of the Prince's palace.

Prince Lin's face turned ashen, and he crushed the teacup in his hand.

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!" he roared. "These so-called powerful figures couldn't even last half a month!"

The gray-robed strategist also looked grave: "Your Highness, Lin Feng is not only brave in martial arts, but also understands people's hearts. He cut off our source of income with one stroke, and severed our henchmen with another. Now we are like a tree without roots in the Northern Territory."

"So we're just going to sit here and wait to die?!" King Lin roared.

"Your Highness, please calm your anger." A glint of malice flashed in the strategist's eyes. "Since we can't defeat him openly, let's resort to underhanded tactics. Doesn't Lin Feng enjoy solving cases and eliminating criminals?"

The strategist whispered, "We can fabricate some 'evidence' to prove that Lin Feng has been indiscriminately killing innocent people in the Northern Border, embezzling tax revenue, and even... intending to declare himself king. Then, we can send this evidence directly to the emperor through our assassins."

"Once the emperor begins to fear him, cracks will appear within their ranks," the strategist chuckled sinisterly. "At that point, we can simply sit back and watch the tigers fight."

The madness in Lin Wang's eyes gradually subsided, replaced by a sinister calculation.

"Fine! Very well!" Prince Lin gritted his teeth. "Lin Feng, since you won't let me have an easy time, then you can wait to be slowly tortured by the Emperor's paranoia!"

Taiji Hall in the capital city.

The atmosphere was so heavy it could drip water.

The emperor on the dragon throne had a gloomy face, clutching a secret letter in his hand. The letter was full of venomous words, listing ten major crimes committed by Lin Feng, including "embezzling one million taels of tax silver from the northern border," "arbitrarily killing an official of the court," and "forming cliques for personal gain and intending to establish a separatist regime."

Your Highness, the officials of the Censorate knelt down, their voices filled with sobs, pleading with the Emperor to immediately revoke Lin Feng's military power and escort him back to the capital for interrogation.

"Your Majesty!" An old imperial censor kowtowed, weeping blood. "Lin Feng is merely a border general, yet he dared to embezzle military funds and indiscriminately kill innocent people! The people of the northern border are filled with resentment. If he is not punished soon, it may lead to great chaos!"

The emperor remained silent, his fingertips lightly tapping the armrest of his throne. He knew in his heart that this was most likely a conspiracy by Prince Lin, intending to use him to eliminate Lin Feng. But he also knew that Lin Feng's power had grown so great that even he, the emperor, was beginning to feel uneasy.

"Issue the imperial decree." The emperor finally spoke, his voice revealing neither joy nor anger. "Promote Lin Feng to the position of 'Northern Border Inspector General,' and order him to immediately proceed to the capital to report to the Emperor."

This imperial decree, seemingly a promotion, is actually a ploy to lure Lin Feng away from his post. Once Lin Feng leaves Cangyun Pass, he will be like a fish on a chopping board.

Cangyun Pass, the main hall of the General's Mansion. The flickering candlelight illuminated the solemn faces of everyone present.

The imperial edict in Lin Feng's hand had been unfolded. On the bright yellow silk was a striking vermilion annotation: "Lin Feng is hereby promoted to Inspector General of the Northern Border and shall immediately proceed to the capital to report on his duties. Military affairs in the Northern Border shall be temporarily handled by Deputy General Lei Bao."

"Commander, you absolutely mustn't!" Lei Bao slammed his fist on the table, making the teacups rattle. "This is clearly a ploy to lure the tiger away from the mountain! Prince Lin has deep roots in the capital, and the Privy Council is eyeing him covetously. If you go, it's like a lamb entering a tiger's den!"

Yan Qing also said in a deep voice, "Commander, you currently hold military power over the three northern prefectures, so you still have room to maneuver. If you enter the capital, you'll be like fish on a chopping board. Perhaps... you could use the excuse of 'barbarian incursions and busy military affairs' to postpone the operation for now?"

Su Xuanji frowned deeply: "General Lei is absolutely right. The Emperor is now very suspicious, and Prince Lin is ruthless. Going to the capital is a perilous journey."

All eyes in the hall were on Lin Feng.

Lin Feng remained calm, his fingertips lightly tracing the words "Immediately" on the imperial edict. He knew all too well that this was a trap. But he also knew that disobeying the edict would give Prince Lin and the Privy Council the perfect excuse—"Lin Feng is a powerful figure with an army, plotting a rebellion."

At that time, armies from all over the country will come to the aid of the emperor. No matter how capable Lin Feng is, he will be nothing more than a warlord confined to a corner of the country, and he will eventually be crushed.

"The consequence of disobeying the imperial decree is the execution of the entire family and condemnation by the whole nation." Lin Feng's voice was not loud, but every word carried immense weight. "I, Lin Feng, am not afraid of death, but the tens of thousands of soldiers of Iron Wall City and Cangyun Pass cannot bear the crime of treason because of my disobedience."

"But..." Ling Shuang wanted to say something, but Lin Feng stopped her by raising his hand.

"Lei Bao, after I leave, the defense of the northern border is entirely in your hands." Lin Feng looked at this fierce general. "Remember, no matter what happens in the capital, without my order, not a single soldier is allowed to enter the pass, and you are absolutely forbidden to act without authorization!"

"Defender! This..." Lei Bao's eyes reddened, knowing that Lin Feng was risking his life to give them peace.

Lin Feng stood up, looked around at everyone, and finally his gaze fell on Bai Xiaohe: "Xiaohe, you'll come with me on this journey."

"Yes, Commander." Bai Xiaohe stood at attention with her hand on her sword.

……

Several days later, on the official road.

Two swift horses galloped in, raising dust. Lin Feng wore an ordinary brocade robe, not carrying the terrifying Broken Mountain Blade, which he concealed in his baggage. Bai Xiaohe, dressed in a close-fitting outfit, followed closely behind.

"Commander," Bai Xiaohe said softly, watching the increasingly close outline of the capital city ahead, "after entering the city, should we go to the post station first, or go directly to the palace to meet the Emperor?"

"No rush." ​​Lin Feng reined in his horse, looking at the majestic city walls. "I haven't properly explored this capital city yet. Now that we're here, we should at least see what this most prosperous place in the world is like."

……

The capital city, Zhuque Avenue.

It's so bustling it's almost suffocating.

The streets were wide, lined with shops, and the cries of vendors filled the air. Elegantly dressed young men waved folding fans, while heavily made-up young ladies rode in luxury carriages; everything exuded an air of decadent extravagance.

Lin Feng, dressed in rough, dusty clothes, looked completely out of place in this environment. Like a country bumpkin, he gazed at the nine-story drum tower, but his eyes held no envy, only a cold scrutiny.

"The people in this capital have lost all their spirit and energy," Lin Feng whispered to Bai Xiaohe. "Their eyes are filled with nothing but money and power; there's not a single glint of a blade in them."

Just then, a commotion broke out ahead.

A group of burly men dressed as servants shoved passersby aside menacingly, shouting, "Make way! The young lady of the Marquis of Pingyang's mansion is on an outing; all bystanders, get out of the way!"

Pedestrians on the street retreated as if avoiding a snake or scorpion.

Lin Feng acted as if he hadn't heard, and continued to lead his horse slowly.

"Bang!" A luxuriously decorated carriage, unable to avoid the collision, nearly hit Lin Feng's horse's head.

The carriage curtain was lifted, revealing the pretty face of an arrogant and domineering old woman. She was about to start cursing when she saw Lin Feng's cold, piercing eyes and froze for a moment.

"Where did this country bumpkin come from? Don't you have eyes?" The old woman was about to continue scolding when she was gently pulled back by a fair hand.

"Sister, let it go." A gentle voice rang out.

Lin Feng looked in the direction of the sound and saw a young girl in a plain white dress sitting in another carriage. She was not wearing any makeup, yet her beauty was undeniable. Her clear eyes were quietly looking at him, with a hint of curiosity and a touch of inquiry.