Years turn into wind

At night, the Marshal's Mansion was serene, broken only by the occasional sound of the wind and the distant footsteps of sentinels. Lin Nishang stood in the courtyard, gazing up at the starry sky, her heart churning with emotion.

During this time, she and Ling Xiaotian became closer, and their trust and tacit understanding gradually deepened, but she knew that her secret would be exposed sooner or later. It was not that Lin Nishang did not want to open up completely, but she was never sure whether Ling Xiaotian could accept the truth about a time traveler.

"What are you thinking about?" A low voice came from behind. Lin Nishang turned around and saw Ling Xiaotian wearing casual clothes and holding two cups of hot tea in his hands.

"Why are you here?" Lin Nishang took the tea and smiled slightly. "Why are you free tonight? Aren't you busy with military affairs?"

Ling Xiaotian glanced at her, his eyes deep: "No matter how busy I am, I can't let you always be alone in a daze. Nishang, you have something on your mind."

Lin Nishang paused slightly while holding the teacup. She lowered her head and took a sip of tea, trying to hide her emotions. "No, I just think the stars are particularly bright tonight."

Ling Xiaotian looked at her profile, then suddenly reached out and held her in his arms: "Tell me if there's anything. No matter what it is, I'll take it for you."

This whisper was like a warm current, making Lin Nishang's eyes slightly moist. She leaned in his arms, but she never dared to speak.

Early the next morning, an unexpected guest arrived at the Marshal's residence.

"Qin Zijing, what are you doing here?" Ling Xiaotian's face was filled with his usual majesty, and his eyes were as sharp as torches.

The man standing before him was dressed in a long gown, gentle and elegant, yet with an elusive aura: "Long time no see, Marshal Ling. This time, I came to remind you that there may be a traitor in the Marshal's Mansion."

Ling Xiaotian snorted coldly, "Traitor? Mr. Qin, if you don't have solid evidence, don't make such irresponsible statements."

Qin Zijing smiled slightly and took out a letter from his sleeve: "Here is the letter. Please review the contents, General Ling."

Ling Xiaotian opened the letter and his brows knitted together. Lin Nishang noticed that the letter seemed to mention her name, and her heart tightened.

Qin Zijing looked at Lin Nishang and said meaningfully, "This lady has a special status. I hope Ling Shuai can be careful."

Lin Nishang's expression changed slightly, and she forced herself to remain calm: "What do you mean, Mr. Qin?"

Qin Zijing smiled softly: "Miss, don't be nervous. I am just reminding Ling Shuai that the situation is complicated recently and you need to be cautious in interacting with people around you."

This sentence stirred the thoughts of everyone present. Ling Xiaotian did not express his opinion immediately, but said in a deep voice: "Send the guests out."

Qin Zijing cupped his hands and said, "I hope Ling Shuai can take care of himself."

After Qin Zijing left, Ling Xiaotian threw the letter on the table and turned to look at Lin Nishang: "Nishang, I need you to tell me the truth."

Lin Nishang's heart trembled. She knew that what was coming had finally come.

A little suspense

Qin Zijing's departure is just the beginning. How will Lin Nishang's identity crisis and the traitor within the Marshal's Mansion intersect? Can Ling Xiaotian strike a balance between trust and reason? What challenges will their relationship face?

Since Ling Xiaotian's discharge from the hospital, his life has gradually returned to normal, but the hidden crisis never goes away. After a few days of silence, the enemy's espionage activities suddenly become unusually frequent, like the calm before the storm. And new clues have emerged on the list of traitors in the army.

In the early morning, the solemn and majestic Marshal's Mansion was shrouded in a thin mist. Song Qingya walked into the study, carrying a bowl of nourishing soup. Ling Xiaotian was concentrating on reviewing the latest intelligence, his brow furrowed as he seemed to be digesting a rather difficult report.

"Have some soup first. You've been busy since last night. Doesn't your stomach hurt anymore?" Qingya gently placed the bowl of soup in front of him and said softly.

Ling Xiaotian looked up at her, his lips curled up slightly, but he didn't pick up the bowl of soup. "Xiaoya, I can't stop now. News from the front line indicates that there may be a leak of key intelligence within our organization. If we don't deal with it now, the consequences will be disastrous."

"You can't joke with your body." She simply snatched the document from his hand. "Even if it's just for five minutes, you need to rest."

Seeing her expression of unwillingness to refuse, Ling Xiaotian reluctantly smiled and obediently picked up the spoon. "Xiaoya, you are stricter than my advisor."

"I'm worried about your life more than those documents." She pouted, her tone more accusing. "Besides, you know I'm here, so why are you worried that I can't solve those problems?"

Ling Xiaotian felt warm in his heart and gently took her hand. "You are my reassurance. I feel at ease when you are by my side."

Qingya snorted softly and looked away in a feigned anger, but she couldn't hide the smile on her face. She liked this kind of sweet yet warm time, but such days always seemed short.

As the morning sun fills the mansion, the conspiracy of the military spies gradually comes to light. Qingya uses her knowledge of chemistry to successfully discover hidden codes in a doctored list of military supplies. These codes are the key to the enemy's intelligence transmission.

"How did you find out?" Ling Xiaotian looked at the clues she had deciphered and felt admiration for her.

"At that time, I felt that the type and quantity of materials were wrong, and there was obviously a problem with the arrangement of the molecular formula. Such a simple disguise is not difficult for me at all." Qingya said as she quickly wrote the decoding results on paper.

Ling Xiaotian looked at the intelligent and wise woman before him, his eyes filled with deep love. He strode forward and gently embraced her in his arms, "Xiaoya, I'm so lucky to have you."

Qingya was a little shy because of his sudden intimacy, but she quickly looked up and smiled: "Then you have to listen to me from now on, eat on time, and rest on time, otherwise I won't help you."

"As you command, my little doctor."

However, just as the two were rejoicing in their successful decoding, enemy spies had already infiltrated the outskirts of the Marshal's Mansion. At this moment, they were intensively planning their next move, targeting Qingya.

"That woman must be eliminated." A sinister voice whispered in the darkness.

Outside the room, moonlight shone on the high walls of the Marshal's Mansion. The quiet night seemed to hide countless dangers.