It was already late at night when Qin Lan entered the study in Chengtian Hall.

She had just returned from the military camp outside the city, still wearing her crisp black military uniform, her long ponytail neatly styled, looking dashing and spirited.

The military boots made a crisp and powerful sound as they stepped on the smooth floor.

Her face bore the resolute and coldness unique to soldiers, and her eyes were as sharp as a hawk's.

As the supreme commander of the Iron-Blooded Legion, she wields the kingdom's most powerful military force and is the sharpest blade in Lin Feng's hand.

Throughout the entire kingdom, her status was second only to a handful of people.

"Leader, you wanted to see me?" Qin Lan walked to the desk, gave an impeccable military salute, and spoke in a strong and clear voice.

Lin Feng did not ask her to get up, but instead walked around the desk and slowly walked to her.

He was a head taller than Qin Lan, looking down at her.

He could smell the unique scent emanating from her, a mixture of sweat and gunpowder.

"Qin Lan," Lin Feng spoke slowly, his voice deep and magnetic, "How long have you been following me?"

Qin Lan was slightly taken aback, but still maintained her standing posture and answered without looking to the side: "Reporting to the leader, it has been eleven months and twenty-one days since you took me in."

She remembers it perfectly.

"It's been so long..." Lin Feng sighed, reaching out to gently lift Qin Lan's chin.

This action is full of aggression and the posture of a superior.

Qin Lan's body tensed instantly, like a startled cheetah.

A flicker of shock and resistance crossed her eyes, but her instinct as a soldier to obey kept her still.

"Raise your head and look at me," Lin Feng commanded.

Qin Lan bit her lip, slowly raised her head, and looked directly into Lin Feng's eyes. In those eyes, she saw her own nervous yet stubborn reflection.

"Are you afraid of me?" Lin Feng asked.

"No." Qin Lan's answer was firm and decisive.

"Really?" Lin Feng's fingers gently caressed her smooth chin, feeling the delicacy and tautness of her skin.

Qin Lan's breathing faltered for a moment. She could feel the heat emanating from his fingertips, a heat that carried an electric current, sending a strange sensation through her entire body.

She paused for a moment before speaking with difficulty: "The leader is a god, and mortals should all revere the god."

"Hehe..." Lin Feng laughed, his laughter low and deep. "Well said. But tonight, I don't want to be a god."

He released her hand, then wrapped his arms around her slender waist and pulled her sharply towards him.

Qin Lan gasped in surprise, her body uncontrollably crashing into his solid chest.

She could clearly feel his strong heartbeat pounding in his chest, one beat after another, striking her heart.

"Leader!" She struggled for a moment, a look of panic appearing on her face for the first time. "Please have some self-respect! I am your soldier!"

"I know." Lin Feng's lips came close to her ear, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe, making her tremble slightly. "You are my sharpest knife, my most trusted general. But, Qin Lan, even a knife needs a sheath."

His voice was seductive.

"You fought for me on all sides, your hands stained with blood. You hid all your fear and weakness, turning yourself into a cold war machine. But you are, after all, a woman."

“You have desires, emotions, and a vulnerable side. You dare not let your soldiers see these things, you dare not let anyone see them. But in front of me, you can.”

"This kingdom is mine. And you are mine too." Lin Feng's declaration was domineering and unquestionable: "I give you power, allowing you to command thousands of troops. I can also give you everything a woman needs: security, reliance, and... conquest."

His hands began to wander, slipping inside the seams of her military uniform and caressing her firm, flat stomach, a result of years of exercise.

Qin Lan's body trembled violently.

Reason told her she should push him away, but a strange feeling welling up deep within her body made her weak and powerless.

She is a strong person, used to being in control of everything.

But at this moment, in front of this man, she felt a sense of powerlessness, as if she were being completely controlled and conquered.

This feeling of powerlessness actually gave her a morbid pleasure that she herself found shameful.

"Look at me, Qin Lan." Lin Feng's voice carried a commanding tone.

Qin Lan's eyes were unfocused. She looked up and saw Lin Feng's face. In his eyes burned an undisguised possessiveness.

Tell me, what do you want?

Qin Lan's lips moved, but no sound came out.

"Do you want to continue being my emotionless knife, or... become my woman?" Lin Feng pressed on relentlessly.

"Be my woman, and you will gain my trust, my favor, and... power second only to mine. The Iron Blood Legion will still be under your control. You will no longer be just a knife, but the hand that wields it."

The temptation is too great.

It's so appealing that no ambitious woman could resist it.

Qin Lan's breathing became rapid, her chest heaving violently. She looked at Lin Feng, and the struggle and resistance in her eyes were gradually being replaced by something more intense.

That is desire, ambition, and submission to the strong.

In the end, she gave up resisting.

She slowly raised her arms, not to push him away, but to wrap them around his neck.

This gesture was her silent answer.

Lin Feng smiled.

He lowered his head and captured her lips precisely.

This kiss was unlike the tenderness shown to Su Wanqing, nor the teasing shown to Qian Xiaoxiao; instead, it was filled with aggression and a sense of conquest, like a storm that instantly overwhelmed Qin Lan's last shred of reason.

Qin Lan went from initial awkwardness and resistance to eventual compliance in just over ten seconds.

The fire within her was completely ignited by this man.

"Go to bed." Lin Feng picked her up in his arms.

Qin Lan's body was very light, yet it was full of astonishing explosive power. Lin Feng could feel the beauty of her muscle lines.

He threw her onto the huge bed in the inner room of the study.

Qin Lan lay on the soft mattress, watching Lin Feng approach step by step. For the first time, her eyes revealed a woman's charm and anticipation.

She raised her hand and untied her meticulously tied ponytail, her long, black hair cascading down like a waterfall, adding a touch of breathtaking femininity to her.

“Leader…” Her voice was slightly husky and sexy.

"Starting tonight, when no one is around, call my name."

"Lin Feng..."

Lin Feng leaned down and looked at the face that was usually cold as ice, but now had seductive eyes. His desire to conquer was greatly satisfied.

What he wanted was not just their bodies, but their minds and bodies, their loyalty, and everything they represented.

Su Wanqing represents the kingdom's facade and its flexible management of internal affairs.

Qian Xiaoxiao is an informant and lubricant who infiltrates the bureaucratic system.

Qin Lan, on the other hand, is the sharpest spear in his hand, an irreplaceable machine of violence.

Only by having them all under his control can his rule be as solid as a rock.

Outside the window, the kingdom roared tirelessly.

Inside the window, the king and his female general waged their primitive conquest.

This night was long and crazy.

The next morning, when Qin Lan woke up from her soreness and exhaustion, Lin Feng had already left.

On the bedside table lay a brand-new silk nightgown, clearly prepared for her, and a document.

Qin Lan propped herself up and took the documents.

The document is titled: "Draft on the Establishment of the 'Supreme Military Council of the Kingdom'".

The draft is simple: it proposes the establishment of a supreme decision-making body that transcends all military departments, with the leader himself serving as chairman.

Below the chairman, there is only one position – vice chairman.

The name of the person recommended later was clearly written as Qin Lan.

At the end of the document was Lin Fenglong's elegant signature.

Qin Lan's heart skipped a beat.

She understood.

This is what he meant by "trust" and "power" last night.

He wasn't toying with her; he was using the most direct and domineering method to completely bind her to his cause and make her his core person.

From this day forward, she, Qin Lan, will truly become a figure second only to the king in this kingdom, above all others.

She picked up the silky nightgown and pressed it against her body, which was covered in marks, a complex yet satisfied smile spreading across her face.

She was willing to die for him.