When Han Lingxi arrived at the garden, she found nothing unusual. Han Lingxi was quite certain that there had been someone when she passed by the garden just now, and now that they were gone, they must have gone somewhere else.

Still worried, Han Lingxi went to Ying San to confirm that everything was normal in the manor before realizing that she had been overthinking things.

Watching Han Lingxi's light and cheerful figure as she left, Ying San felt as if he had forgotten to ask her something. After thinking for a while, he remembered that he seemed to want to ask if she had been in the garden just now.

Han Lingxi was unaware that Ying San had forgotten something extremely important; she simply ran briskly to the artificial hill, eager to enjoy the fruits of her labor.

Hearing Han Lingxi's light footsteps, Mi Hang couldn't help but smile and put another piece of pastry in his mouth. It seemed that his method of waiting for the rabbit to come to him was correct.

When Han Lingxi jumped onto the artificial hill, she was so frightened by someone who shouldn't have been there that she almost fell off.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be His Highness the Crown Prince, Mi Hang. He was leaning against the artificial hill, looking exceptionally carefree and unrestrained.

However, Han Lingxi's focus wasn't on how dashing the Crown Prince looked, but rather on the fact that there were only two pieces left on the two plates of pastries to his right. Han Lingxi felt her heart bleeding. Was it easy for her to steal something? Why did he have to come and snatch it from her when he had so many to eat?

Han Lingxi's inner complaints lasted only a moment before she knelt down and bowed to Mi Hang, just like Ying Qi did in her memory.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince."

Mi Hang stared at the top of Han Lingxi's head and his eye twitched. Don't think he didn't see how heartbroken she looked at the pastry plate just now.

"Get up."

After Mi Hang's expression returned to normal, he said that he knew from Han Lingxi's attire that she must be one of his secret guards. He didn't expect that there was such an interesting person among his secret guards. Interesting.

"May I have your name?"

After Han Lingxi got up, Mi Hang asked.

"Your Highness, this is Ying Qi."

Han Lingxi answered in the original owner's uniquely cold and hard voice, inwardly she was speechless with frustration. No wonder the original owner only wanted the crown prince to know her feelings. She had been by the crown prince's side for more than two years and saved him several times, yet the crown prince did not know who she was. That was truly unbelievable.

"Are all the guards in the secret service so idle?"

Mi Hang did have an impression of Ying Qi, after all, there were only seven commanders of the Dark Guards, and he had the most contact with them, but if you asked him who one of them was, he really hadn't paid attention.

Upon hearing this, Han Lingxi suddenly looked at Mi Hang. Although Mi Hang spoke casually, her words carried weight. Neglecting her duties was enough to send her back to Mi Valley for retraining.

Han Lingxi originally wanted to look at Mi Hang with a firm gaze and explain that she was injured and resting, but her gaze turned into a mournful one after she looked up. She saw that Mi Hang was stuffing pastries into his mouth again, and now there was only one pastry left on the plate.

After a moment of sorrow, Han Lingxi left to compose herself, not forgetting that she was still a loyal bodyguard who obeyed orders.

"Your Highness, I was injured during the assassination attempt at the flower viewing banquet and am currently resting."

Subconsciously, I was thinking, "I'm not just taking it easy on myself by abandoning my post; don't try to punish me like this."

Mi Hang clearly saw the fleeting sorrow in Han Lingxi's eyes. He had always thought that the secret guards were cold and emotionless, but it turned out that they could also have so many adorable emotions. His subordinate was becoming more and more interesting.

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