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

The guards beside him moved with lightning speed, grabbing the assassin's jaw, but it was too late. A spurt of black blood spilled from the assassin's mouth, and he died instantly. The other two, seeing this, struggled in their eyes, but their jaws were quickly dislocated and numbing agents were inserted.

"Suicide by poison is the style of assassins. But 'Shadow Owl' is not an assassin organization. Unless the employer makes an additional request, or... they know that the consequences of failing a mission and being captured are worse than death," Lin Feng said coldly. "It seems that Prince Lin has gone to great lengths and is determined to kill. If it doesn't work the first time, there will probably be a second and a third time, and they will be even more covert and vicious."

Just then, hurried and orderly footsteps sounded outside the post station, and the torchlight illuminated the street. The city patrol troops had been alerted.

"What a 'perfect' timing," Bai Xiaohe sneered.

Lin Feng waved his hand, signaling the Duan Yue Guards to drag the corpses and survivors aside, while he leisurely dusted off non-existent dust from his robes.

The patrol commander led his soldiers into the courtyard, and upon seeing the chaos and bloodshed, he turned pale with shock. He was especially horrified when he recognized Lin Feng, breaking out in a cold sweat: "Lord Lin... Lord Lin! Are you alright? This... this is..."

"Oh, it's nothing," Lin Feng said calmly. "There were a few fools trying to steal something, but my guards dealt with them. I'm truly sorry for disturbing the general."

Rats? Stealing things? The general stared at the black-clad, masked, and well-armed corpses of the "rats," his lips twitching. Who would believe that? But how could he dare investigate further? This man was a killing god who dared to fight even princes and confront even censors!

"Yes, yes, Lord Lin has been frightened! I will immediately send more men to protect your safety!" the general hurriedly replied.

"Thank you for your trouble." Lin Feng nodded, said no more, and turned to walk into the room. When he reached the door, he paused, as if he suddenly remembered something, and turned back to the general, saying, "By the way, General, please take care of the corpses of these 'rats.' Also... please send a message to the Prince Lin's residence for me."

The general froze.

Lin Feng's voice rang out clearly through the blood-stained night wind, tinged with a cold mockery: "Just tell him that I, Lin Feng, thank him for his 'generous gift.' The winds are strong in the North, and I've been looking for a place to sharpen this blade. Tell him to send someone decent next time. This kind of scum isn't worth a second glance."

After saying that, he went inside and slammed the door shut, leaving the patrol officer standing there, his face pale, speechless for a long time.

……

The news spread like wildfire, reaching the Prince Lin's residence and the imperial palace in the darkest hour before dawn.

From the secret chamber of Prince Lin's mansion came the ear-piercing sound of porcelain shattering and a suppressed roar.

The Imperial Palace, the Imperial Study. After listening to the secret report from the head of the Imperial Guard, the old emperor remained silent for a long time, the candlelight casting his shadow on the wall, flickering slightly.

"None of Shadow Owl's men have returned?" The emperor's voice was unreadable.

"Yes, Your Majesty. Eight were killed and three captured. Of the three captured, one committed suicide by poison," the head of the Imperial Guards said in a low voice.

Where is Lin Feng?

"He's safe and sound. By the time the patrol officers arrived, he had already dealt with the scene. He even had the patrol officers deliver a message to Prince Lin's residence." The head of the inner guards repeated the words.

Upon hearing this, the emperor was first taken aback, then chuckled softly, his laughter carrying a hint of weariness, a hint of helplessness, and a hint of... indescribable complex emotions.

"What a sharp knife... and what audacity." The emperor stopped laughing, his eyes deep and unfathomable. "It seems that my brother has truly pushed him to the limit, and has completely unleashed the murderous intent within him. This is for the best... this way, the knife will be easier to wield, and it will keep some people... awake at night."

He waved his hand: "Strengthen surveillance around the post station, but don't interfere. I want to see where this knife will cut next. And... what's going on in Pingyang?"

"Her Highness seemed to have anticipated this, sending men near the post station area last night, but they did not intervene. They withdrew shortly after the assassination attempt," the head of the Imperial Guards reported.

A knowing glint flashed in the emperor's eyes, and he asked no further questions.

……

Inside the inn, Lin Feng was wiping his Broken Mountain Blade. Bai Xiaohe was reporting on the sporadic progress of the interrogation.

"The guard, the prisoners couldn't withstand the torture and revealed that they were hired by a middleman called 'Ghost Hand,' and the deposit was a chest of pure gold. As for the identity of the employer, 'Ghost Hand' never explicitly stated it, but judging from details such as the rendezvous location and the prepaid Northern Border Pass tokens, it must be Prince Lin. In addition, they have a side mission for this operation."

"What mission?"

"If the assassination fails, or if we are captured, we need to find a way to 'lose' something near the post station, preferably in a way that makes people think it came from our side." Bai Xiaohe handed over a small, black token that was neither gold nor wood. The token was engraved with a ferocious ghost head with a feather in its mouth.

Lin Feng took the token; it was icy cold to the touch, with a peculiar texture. The patterns on the feathers... were similar to the bird markings of the Crimson Feather Tribe, but even more enigmatic.

"This is……"

"The assassin said that they didn't know the specific purpose of this item either, only that it was instructed by 'Ghost Hand' that if things failed, they should discard it to shift the blame and make us enemies with another force," Bai Xiaohe said.

Lin Feng stroked the token: "Is it a diversionary tactic? Is it related to the Crimson Feather Tribe? Or... is it related to the 'miracle in the valley' that the princess mentioned? Prince Lin has laid out a series of schemes. The assassination is the overt move, but this token is probably the real hidden weapon. He wants to 'give' this to us, making us the target of some unknown force."

He stood up, walked to the window, and saw that the sky was already turning gray.

"This capital city is indeed fraught with danger. However, it is only polite to reciprocate." A fierce glint flashed in Lin Feng's eyes. "Since Prince Lin has given me such a generous gift, it would seem impolite of me, Lin Feng, not to return the favor."

"Commander, we..."

"Wait," Lin Feng interrupted her. "Wait for dawn, wait for news. This token is bait; let's see who bites first. Also, let's move our spies outside the Prince Lin's residence. We don't need to do anything else, just quietly and slowly release the 'rumors' about last night's assassination attempt at the post station, the complete annihilation of the assassins, and the possibility that Prince Lin is colluding with Jianghu assassin organizations and mysterious northern tribes. In particular, we need to get the news to those court officials who have long been at odds with Prince Lin, and... to the Censorate."