This team of shadow guards was the Empress's personal guard. Every one of them was highly skilled in martial arts and exceptionally adept at concealment.
On top of that, there was Su Qiao, who had even practiced the Turtle Breath Technique in the past.
The group stealthily made their way near the dungeon and quietly killed everyone there without making the slightest sound.
With 444 acting as a radar, Su Qiao headed straight for the room where the three members of the Qi Family were being held as soon as she entered the dungeon.
Sensing someone rapidly approaching in the darkness, Qi Jinghe held his breath and had just raised his hand to scatter some powder when—
Su Qiao sidestepped and grabbed his wrist, calling out softly, "Don't be afraid. It's me!"
"Mother?" Little Yue'er's eyes gleamed brightly in the darkness.
Old Man Liu carried him and hurried to the wooden bars. "Da Qiao?"
"Jing He, Yue'er, Old Man Liu, are you all right?"
As Su Qiao asked in a hushed voice, she gripped the iron chain locking the door, took a breath, and pulled with all her strength. The chain snapped with a clang.
"We're fine, we're fine. You... you finally came."
Old Man Liu carried Little Yue'er out of the cell. Although he looked exhausted, he was extremely excited at that moment.
In the darkness, Qi Jinghe, who had finally relaxed, clasped Su Qiao's hand. "You came alone? Are you all right?"
"I'm fine. I didn't come alone. I brought a group of people."
"Let's go. We'll talk after we get out of here."
Su Qiao took Little Yue'er from Old Man Liu's arms. "Mother will carry you."
"Mm-hmm. Yue'er knew Mother would definitely come rescue us."
Little Yue'er kept his voice very low, but his small face