The night was calm, yet the tension in the air was unmistakable.
Wang Rouyun stood near the fire, her gaze fixed on the vast sky above. The stars were scattered across the dark canvas, shining brightly, unaffected by the turmoil unfolding on the ground below. The cold breeze brushed against her face, reminding her of the long journey ahead. In two nights, they would reach the capital. She tightened her grip on the reins of her horse, feeling the weight of responsibility of saving her father.
