Wang Rouyun's gaze darted to her soldiers, scattered across the floor of the dungeon, lying eerily still. Her heart clenched, hoping, praying, that they were merely unconscious. She had seen too much death already. Her throat tightened as they passed by the cells where her men lay. None of them moved.
"Did you... did you kill them too?" Wang Rouyun whispered, her voice barely audible, afraid of the answer.
Li Qiang didn't slow his pace or look at her as he responded, his tone almost casual. "They're alive. You can wake them if you want to, but it's best to wait. We don't need complications right now."
Wang Rouyun let out a long breath, her shoulders sagging in relief. Alive. That was all she needed to hear. At least they had a chance—her soldiers weren't beyond saving.
As they continued through the dimly lit hall, Wang Rouyun's mind shifted to another pressing concern. "What about my father?" she asked.
