On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Outside the city, the official road is flanked by the rolling branches of the Yanshan Mountains, lush and verdant under the spring sunshine.

The galloping horses stirred up a cloud of dust.

After about half an hour of galloping, the mountain road gradually became deeper and more winding.

In front of an extremely hidden entrance to a circular valley shaped like a giant bowl, Lin Zhen and others pulled the reins of their horses.

Suddenly, everything becomes clear!

In the center of the valley basin, there was a large and strictly planned camp built against the mountain.

The tall log walls completely isolate the interior of the valley from the outside world. There are sturdy arrow towers and sentry towers built at the four corners, and figures holding crossbows can be vaguely seen on them on guard.

The camp's gates were tightly shut. Made of thick, hardwood and clad in iron, they looked incredibly heavy. Atop the gate tower hung a massive plaque with golden letters on a black background: "Tian Dao Camp!"

It was Lin Zhen who single-handedly established it to train and cultivate those recruited former Tiandao female killers, transforming them into the core base of the palace's top spies and intelligence forces!

This place is far away from the hustle and bustle, surrounded by steep mountains, extremely secluded, and is an ideal place for carrying out secret activities.

Those responsible for the outer perimeter security are the elite Jinwu Guards directly under the royal palace.

As soon as Lin Zhen and others approached, an officer of the Jinwu Guard came forward to greet them. After verifying their identities, he saluted respectfully and then ordered the heavy camp gate to be opened.

Lin Zhen rode in with Hou Chun and others.

The inside of the camp is much more spacious and shocking than it appears from the outside.

The first thing that catches your eye is a huge circular training ground paved with black volcanic rocks!

At this moment, there were about two hundred young women in the martial arts arena, all dressed in neat navy blue tight-fitting clothes, with strong and upright postures, practicing some kind of swift and fierce combined attack formation!

Their movements were in perfect unison, their steps were light, their fists and palms were as fast as the wind, and every dodgment and every attack was accompanied by a sound that broke the wind and a heart-pounding tacit understanding and murderous aura!

On the high platform in the center of the martial arts field, a beautiful woman dressed in a more exquisite silver outfit, standing as straight as a javelin, was frowning slightly, and her eyes were scanning the students practicing below with lightning speed.

Her voice was clear and resonant, carrying unquestionable authority as she issued instructions continuously: "Attention! Pull back your shoulders! Power through! Three turns and nine repetitions, seven in one! Steps must be broken! Power must be dynamic! Slow! Try again!"

It was Fairy Jinglan who assassinated the enemy several times in a row and finally fell in love with him!

Now she is the chief fighting instructor of Tiandao Camp.

Lin Zhen rode his horse slowly and came directly to the edge of the martial arts field.

Fairy Jinglan on the high platform obviously saw him as well.

Fairy Jinglan stopped giving orders and her gaze passed through the crowd in the martial arts training grounds and fell on Lin Zhen. There was no smile on her face, her eyes were calm and cold, and her tone was even more indifferent, as if to keep people at a distance: "So it is the prince who has come to visit."

He didn't even bother to greet others, and his tone was as if he was greeting a passerby.

Lin Zhen reined in his horse. Instead of being annoyed by Fairy Jinglan's indifferent and even somewhat resentful attitude, he found it somewhat funny.

He dismounted, holding the reins and pacing to the bottom of the platform. He looked up at Jinglan and said with a hint of sarcasm, "Jinglan, is this your attitude when you meet your boss?"

Fairy Jinglan glanced down at him condescendingly, her already cold eyes now devoid of even a trace of warmth. Her tone was stern: "What else? Should we beat drums and gongs, and kowtow three times and nine times?"

It seemed as if she was still holding a grudge against Lin Zhen and their Tiandao.

Lin Zhen touched his nose, a playful smile curled up the corner of his mouth, and decided to add fuel to the fire: "Hey, that's what I said. Jinglan, you should have a conscience. Think about it with your conscience, if I hadn't had the foresight to recognize your talent and become your matchmaker..."

He deliberately prolonged his tone, watching the other man's face tense up instantly. "Do you have a chance to climb up this high branch of Fatty's? To become this awe-inspiring chief instructor admired by everyone? It would be fine if you didn't thank me, but you're giving me a cold shoulder?"

"Hmph!" Fairy Jinglan was choked by his words, and her face turned even paler with anger.

She stomped her feet suddenly and turned around, with her back to Lin Zhen, leaving him with only a back view with exquisite curves but revealing a stubborn and lonely aura.

After a while, her voice could be heard, as if filled with endless worry and expectation. It was so low that it was almost drowned by the wind:

"Fatty...is there any news from the north?"

Lin Zhen's teasing expression faded, and he said seriously, "Just received the military report. Yanmen Pass has been taken, and the army has surrounded the capital of Northern Yan. The war will be over within the year. Fatty has made great contributions, very good."

He truthfully reported the latest military situation in the northern border.

Fairy Jinglan, with her back to him, seemed to slump her slender shoulders almost imperceptibly.

She took a deep, silent breath, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her.

Without looking back or saying another word, she simply faced the training ground again, straightened her back, and her cold and powerful voice resounded throughout the venue again as she continued her duties as an instructor, directing the drills.

"Left third team, seven o'clock position, stab palm charge! Quick!"

Lin Zhen looked at her back and felt relieved knowing that she had listened to him.

He handed the reins to the guard beside him, stopped disturbing her, and walked straight to the barracks area made of solid brick and stone buildings opposite the martial arts field.

The building in the middle is a two-story spacious attic built mainly with huge trees. This is the command center of Tiandao Camp - "Tingzhu Tower".

There was no one guarding the door, so Lin Zhen pushed it open and walked in.

Compared to the murderous atmosphere in the martial arts arena outside, the scene in the meeting hall on the first floor of "Tingzhu Tower" was quite different.

The layout is simple and elegant, with many treasure boxes placed around it, neatly displaying various files, documents, and map models.

A tall woman in a bright orange dress with flowing cloud patterns was sitting behind a huge desk.

Her long, jet-black hair was loosely tied up, with a few strands hanging on her cheeks. At this moment, she was concentrating on flipping through a thick stack of lists, making notes with a red pen from time to time. Her expression was focused, and between her brows there was an unquestionable, solemn and imposing aura of someone who had been superior to others for a long time.

It is Fairy Chengxuan, one of the actual leaders of the Tiandao Camp today, who is in charge of internal affairs and intelligence compilation!

Lin Zhen walked over to the desk and called her name directly: "Cheng Xuan."

Hearing the voice, Fairy Chengxuan slowly raised her head, revealing a face with bright and elegant features, as if it were carefully crafted in a fine brush painting.

Her eyes were as calm as water, cold and clear with a hint of natural alienation and scrutiny, falling on Lin Zhen.

She did not immediately respond to Lin Zhen's call, nor did she stand up to greet him. Instead, she gently placed the red brush in her hand on the jade pen holder. Her red lips parted slightly, and she uttered a question that was clearer than the mountain breeze outside the window:

"The Crown Prince is here today to give us instructions, and I should have welcomed him respectfully. However..."

Her delicate jaw lifted slightly, a barely perceptible angle. Her eyes grew deeper and sharper, and her voice echoed clearly in the silent hall: "I just don't know why the prince addresses you so affectionately? Do I know you well?"