A Policewoman Transmigrates to the Prince's Residence

Prince Jing’s Manor? Xiao Jingyan? Lin Feng felt a chill crawl up his spine.

The prince glanced at the oddly dressed stranger, who spoke in a strange manner. To learn who he really was, the prince would have to keep him close. He rose and straightened his clothes, then walked over to Lin Feng. “I’m short a guard. You look like you know a few moves. Would you be willing to...”

“Guard Lin.” His voice lowered, carrying an implication only Lin Feng could understand. “There are still many things I don’t understand about what happened at the bathhouse. We’ll set those aside for now.” He paused, his gaze sharp as a blade. “As for this case, do you dare investigate it?”

“I’ll give you a chance to atone for your crimes. Stay by my side and assist Chen Ping until this case is solved and the mastermind is brought to justice!” His eyes were cold, his tone warning. “For now, keep your identity as a woman buried deep inside. If you let even a hint of it slip, or show any further disloyalty...” He left the threat unfinished, but its unspoken meaning was wrapped in a chilling intent to kill.