Accidentally dressed as an empress

The patrol team marched through the dense forest dappled with sunlight. It was quiet all around, with only the occasional clear bird calls.

Sunlight filtered through the dense foliage, casting streaks of golden light that illuminated the path through the woods and the surrounding grass. The small trees nearby swayed gently in the breeze, their branches rustling.

Suddenly, a sudden "bang" sound broke the silence, and the team members became alert instantly. They held their weapons tightly, and their eyes became sharp and focused.

Holding weapons in hand, they cautiously moved towards the direction of the sound, scanning the surroundings vigilantly.

However, when they arrived, all they saw was a frightened deer.

The brown deer was on a sunny meadow. It was like a taut spring with all its muscles tense. When it saw people, it stamped the ground with its four hooves in panic and ran away.

"It turned out to be a deer." A young team member breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his weapon.

"Okay, stop being distracted. Let's cheer up and continue patrolling." The captain said. Upon hearing this, the team members immediately restrained the slackness on their faces, gripped their weapons again, straightened their backs, and their figures gradually disappeared into the dense jungle.

Behind a huge, rough rock, Zhou Jing was being held tightly by the kidnapper, her mouth covered by a large, sweaty hand, and she could only make a faint "woohoo" sound.

Her eyes were wide open, staring intently at the patrol team that was moving further and further away, but she couldn't make any sound.

As the patrol team's figures became smaller and smaller, Zhou Jing felt as if a heavy piece of ice was constantly spreading in her heart, getting colder and colder. The coldness penetrated from her heart to her limbs, making her tremble slightly.

She didn't know if she could escape.

Then, a pungent smell came and her head began to feel dizzy.

She realized that this group of cruel people were actually using Ma Fei San to deal with her.

Her vision gradually blurred, her limbs began to become weak, and her will to resist gradually dissipated under the influence of the drugs.

I don’t know how long it took, but when Zhou Jing woke up again, she felt very dizzy.

She opened her eyes with difficulty and found herself lying in a pile of hay on a simple flatbed cart.

The surroundings were dim, and the air was filled with a stale smell. She could hear the noisy voices, the sound of horse hooves, and the sound of wheels rolling on the ground.

At this moment, the carriage was blocked by several dignified-looking soldiers holding spears. These soldiers were wearing heavy armor, and the sunlight shining on the armor reflected a cold metallic luster.

The leading soldier frowned, his thick eyebrows piercing his temples like sharp swords, his eyes piercing. He strode forward, slamming his spear to the ground with a clang. He stared at the driver and asked loudly, "What's in this?"

The pass at Xiling has a high wall, with flags fluttering in the wind. Beneath the wall, people line up, undergoing inspection before passing through.

Seeing the carriage being stopped by the soldiers, a trace of imperceptible tension flashed across the driver's face. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

But he still pretended to be calm, tightened the reins in his hands, and said with a forced smile: "Sir, there is some fodder in there, ready to be transported outside the pass to feed the livestock."

His voice was a little dry. As he spoke, he wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand, and his eyes unconsciously glanced at the pile of grass on the car.

Zhou Jing's heart instantly rose to her throat. She was so nervous that she could hardly breathe. She kept praying in her heart that the soldiers would notice anything unusual, but she was also afraid that the kidnappers would do something desperate.

Her hands trembled slightly beneath the haystack. Zhou Jing's messy hair, soaked with sweat, stuck to her fair skin. Her lips were pale and trembling slightly.

The soldier was about to poke the hay with his spear, but the driver's face turned pale, his eyes widened, his lips trembled, and more beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

He felt his heartbeat was about to stop, his body couldn't help but sway slightly, and the reins were gripped tighter in his hands, as if the spear was about to pierce not the hay.

However, after stirring the spear in the grass a few times, nothing unusual was found.

The soldier retracted his spear and waved his hand to let them go. The driver, as if granted amnesty, hurried forward, the wheels rolling rapidly, as if trying to escape as quickly as possible.

Zhou Jing was in a hay cart at the back. The driver of the cart was following the front cart very calmly, and the soldiers did not check him.

Through the gaps in the straw, Zhou Jing saw a general in white clothes and silver armor standing on the city wall.

The sunlight shone on her, and the silver armor sparkled with bright light, like the most dazzling ice crystals on the snow-capped mountains. The edges of the armor seemed to be carved with mysterious patterns, which were faintly visible in the light.

The white cloak rustled in the wind, like a white eagle spreading its wings. The figure stood tall and straight like a pine tree, wearing a silver helmet. She quietly watched everything below the pass, like a god overlooking all living things.

Is the person standing on the city wall General Lin?

They missed it after all.

Lin Zichen's sword-like eyebrows slanted into his temples, his eyes deep as the abyss. At this time, Lin San walked up to the city wall and said, "General, there is a letter from His Highness. Please hurry."

Is there something wrong, Your Highness?

Su Qing has already led his troops to provide support, and Lin Zichen couldn't think of what else the prince wanted to do.

Lin Zichen opened the scroll and his hands trembled.

The contents of the letter made Lin Zichen extremely anxious. It read: "General Lin, Miss Zhou was abducted by bandits in the wild. According to spies, the bandits are taking Miss Zhou all the way out of the pass through Xiling.

If anything were to happen to Miss Zhou, the consequences would be disastrous.

You must act immediately and strictly inspect every vehicle passing through the checkpoint, leaving no clues unturned. You must find Miss Zhou and not let the thieves succeed."

After Lin Zichen finished reading the letter, his expression instantly turned extremely cold.

She turned around suddenly, and her white cloak fluttered in the wind, making a rustling sound.

She shouted orders to the soldiers behind her, "Everyone, listen! Immediately and thoroughly inspect every vehicle passing through. Check the undercarriage, the cargo inside, and the driver thoroughly. If you spot anyone suspicious or anything unusual, report it immediately. No mistakes!"

"The thieves have kidnapped Miss Zhou. We must find Miss Zhou and never let the thieves escape!" Lin Zichen said, gripping his sword tightly.

After receiving the order, the soldiers acted quickly. The originally orderly pass suddenly became tense and busy, and the atmosphere was like a fully drawn bowstring.

However, despite the soldiers' carpet search, not leaving out any car or any corner where people might be hiding, all their efforts were in vain.

One car after another was checked and allowed to go. Some of the drivers looked confused, while others complained continuously, but they still could not find any trace of Miss Zhou.

Lin Zichen's brows furrowed more and more, and an ominous premonition surged in his heart. Could it be that the thieves had already passed Xiling, or had they used some tricks to avoid the search?

Time passed by minute by minute, and with every passing moment, Miss Zhou was in more danger. She clenched her fists unconsciously, her nails almost digging into her palms, and the anxiety in her eyes became more and more intense.

Lin Zichen walked down the city wall and returned to the military camp.

She picked up the wine jug and took a big gulp of the spicy wine. The wine flowed down her throat like a burning flame, but it could not dispel the pain in her heart.

Lin Zichen regretted it.

She herself did not have the courage to take that step and directly made the matter a fait accompli with Zhou Jing.

She regretted not using any means necessary to keep Zhou Jing in Xiling.

She thought there was plenty of time.

She thought she could take her time without scaring her.

But now, Miss Zhou has been kidnapped and disappeared. Does she still have a chance?

Maybe, I will never see her again.

Lin Zichen threw the wine jug hard on the ground, splashing the wine everywhere. She couldn't just sit there and do nothing.

Lin Zichen quickly summoned his most elite guards and said, "Divide into three groups. One group will continue the pursuit along the Xiling Mountains, not missing any suspicious traces. Another group will gather information in the surrounding towns and villages. If you find any clues about the thieves or strange women, report them immediately. Another group will contact nearby martial arts practitioners and offer them a generous reward to help with the search."

At the same time, she also sent out several carrier pigeons to deliver information about the missing person to allies in the surrounding areas.