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

Only three women remained inside the shack.

Yingzi hurriedly poured some still-warm water from a broken earthenware pot, then pulled out two sets of slightly worn but clean coarse cloth dresses (obviously her clothes), urging Chen tide and A Yue to wash and change.

The warm water and clean clothes restored some sensation to Chen tide's almost frozen body and eased her tense nerves. But the weight on her heart remained undiminished.

"Girl, what exactly happened?" Chen tide asked anxiously as she wiped the mud off her face and arms with a cloth.

Yingzi whispered, "I don't know the specifics. The night before last, my brother suddenly came back and immediately packed his things, preparing to go to a relative's house in the countryside to lay low. Just as we were about to leave, Officer Han came and spoke to my brother privately for a long time. Later, my brother told us not to go to the countryside, but to hide in this shantytown and wait for his news. He also said... someone might come and ask us to meet them..." She glanced at Chen tide, her eyes full of sympathy.

"Who arranged this?" Countless questions swirled in Chen tide's mind, but there were no answers.

A moment later, Wang Zhen slipped in carrying a coarse cloth bundle containing some still-warm flatbread and pickled vegetables.

Seeing that Chen tide and A Yue were ready, he breathed a sigh of relief and whispered, "Chief Han told me to tell you that a convoy of supply wagons carrying grain and fodder will leave the city this afternoon, escorted by his trusted brothers. You should blend in with the laborers and follow the convoy out of the city. After leaving the city, the convoy will pass near Black Wind Valley, where there will be people to meet you. Chief Han said that someone will tell you the specific route and who will be meeting you. Here is a travel permit and some loose silver; keep it safe." He stuffed an oil paper package and a small money bag into Chen tide's hands.

"Brother Wang, what about you..." Chen tide asked worriedly.

"Yingzi and I have other plans, you don't need to worry about them." Wang Zhen waved his hand, his face serious. "Remember, after leaving the city, keep heading south, don't look back, and don't trust anyone. Be careful."

In the afternoon, the sky was overcast, with leaden-gray clouds hanging low, as if they might rain down at any moment.

Chen tide and A Yue changed into the more worn and dirty laborer clothes that Yingzi had found, and smeared ash on their faces and hands. They mingled among a group of emaciated refugees who had been conscripted to transport grain and fodder, keeping their heads down and following the slowly moving caravan toward the south gate.

As the heavy city gates slowly closed behind him, shutting out the towering city walls and the somber atmosphere of the prefecture, Chen tide finally felt the tension in his heart ease slightly.

But I felt no relief whatsoever.

They've escaped, but what lies ahead?

She touched her bosom; the golden dragon token and the jeweled dagger were still there. These were all she had left.

A-Yue walked beside her, silently carrying the hunting fork wrapped in rags on her back. Her dusty face looked even more weathered in the dust, but her eyes were still sharp, vigilantly scanning her surroundings.

But Chen tide knew that the nightmare was not over; it had just changed to a different setting.

And she and A-Yue, these two women who struggled out of their secluded mansions and desperate situations, will continue their life-or-death escape and their pursuit of faint hope in the wilderness and unknown journey of this chaotic world.

Meanwhile, in the prefectural capital, the Zhou capital.

The atmosphere in the study of the main courtyard was so oppressive it was almost oppressive.

Zhou Wenyuan's shoulder injury seemed to be minor; he was able to sit upright, but his face was terribly gloomy, and his fingers unconsciously tapped the table, producing a monotonous and unsettling "tap-tap" sound. Zhou An stood below him with his hands at his sides, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

"They ran away?" Zhou Wenyuan's voice wasn't loud, but it was as cold as ice. "Two grown men, right under your noses, ran away from the west wing? And even ran along that abandoned ditch that should have been filled in long ago? Zhou An, tell me, are the guards in this mansion just for show?"

"My lord, please calm your anger!" Zhou An knelt down with a thud. "It's my fault! The guards searched the entire mansion, inside and out, but found no trace. That Chen... that girl is too cunning; she actually found that abandoned secret passage. After tracking her, we found traces of activity at the exit of the abandoned ditch, but... but it seems to have been concealed by the patrolling sentries of the state army. I suspect that someone in the army was there to help..."

"In the military?" A cold glint flashed in Zhou Wenyuan's eyes.

He hesitated for a moment, "That girl saw what was in the box, and she saw blood... We can't let her live! Immediately send people to secretly investigate everyone who might have been in contact with them! Also, those few people left in the manor..." A hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it, "Keep a close eye on them, don't touch them for now. Perhaps... they're still useful."

"Yes, sir," Zhou An replied hastily.

"And also," Zhou Wenyuan took out the "Black Iron Token" engraved with an arrow, which he had brought back from Cui Liu Lane, and rubbed it between his fingers, his eyes deep, "Prince Qi is probably about to lose his temper. The imperial decree should be issued in the next couple of days. It tells our people in the capital to spare no effort to bring about the punishment of Prince Qi! Also, the clue about that half of the 'key'... continue investigating! We must find it before Prince Qi, or anyone else!"

"yes!"

After Zhou An left, Zhou Wenyuan sat alone in the study, his gaze fixed on the gloomy sky outside the window.

Chen tide's escape disrupted some of his plans, but the overall situation remained under control.

However, the girl carries the Golden Dragon Token and knows the secret of the west wing, so she is ultimately a potential threat.

And then there's Lin Feng... that seemingly straightforward, yet unfathomable veteran of the border army...

A storm is brewing, and several more restless pieces have appeared on the chessboard of this prefecture. Zhou Wenyuan must not only defend against the open attacks of the Prince of Qi, but also guard against the hidden arrows, and plot the "treasure" that concerns the fate of the previous dynasty... This game of chess is becoming increasingly interesting.

He slowly got up, walked to the wall, lifted a landscape painting, and revealed a hidden compartment behind it.

He took out an ancient scroll from a hidden compartment, which was kept in a sandalwood box, and slowly unrolled it. The scroll did not depict landscapes or figures, but rather an extremely complex and abstract map fragment marked with various strange symbols and place names!

His fingers gently traced a blurry, dragon-head-shaped mark in the center of the map, his eyes gleaming with a burning, determined light.

"It'll be soon...it'll be soon..."

Inside the separate tent of the elite soldiers of the state army, in the central guard unit.

Lin Feng had just finished his morning training and was wiping his sword.

He must quickly establish himself in the army and gain more power and intelligence. At the same time, he must also try to contact Chen Xi and the others to ensure their safety, and... perhaps he can obtain more information from them about the Golden Dragon Token and clues about the previous dynasty.

Shi Xiu, Liu Yun, Cao'er... they're still at the Zhou residence. We must find a way to rescue them. But this requires timing, and even more so, a meticulous plan.

He slowly sheathed his polished sword, his eyes gleaming with a sharp light.

The chaos in the prefecture was like a net that was tightening ever tighter. And he was already caught in the net.

With nowhere to retreat, he could only move forward, carving a bloody path through this vortex of swords and intrigue, for himself and for those who had tied their fates to him.

Outside the tent, the sound of bugles signaling assembly could be heard.

A new day, new training, new undercurrents—it's about to begin again.