The two guards dragged Shang Ningshen away, and one of them asked, "Your Highness, are you alright?"
Shang Ningshen was shocked.
Could they not tell if he was alright? He had been stabbed several times, and a sharp arrow had pierced his chest. Would he be alright?
"Move! Don't stop!" He gritted his teeth and managed a few words.
The two guards did not dare to stop. Although their companions were blocking the shadow guards' paths, there were too many of them. They could stall them for a while, but not forever.
"Where are our people? Why aren't they here yet?"
After fleeing for a while, Shang Ningshen finally could not take it anymore and asked the two guards.
He had arranged for many people to be stationed outside the city, just in case. But now that word of him had spread, why was no one coming to his aid?
"This… I don't know."
How could the two guards know where their people were?
