The Imperial Garden had no palace maids or eunuchs moving around, but the guards still had to patrol as usual.
The fewer people there are, the further the sound travels.
Sure enough, Xiong Da, patrolling in this area, heard it.
With a few quick steps, he was in front of Xiaohong, with his long sword drawn, asking sternly, "Where's the assassin? Which direction did they escape?"
Xiaohong pointed at Jiang Yang, who seemed to have a half-smile, and said, "They didn't escape, they're right there!"
Xiong Da sighed in his heart!
Goodness, such boldness, being discovered and still not escaping.
Where did this brazen thief come from, he wanted to take a good look!
At this moment, a soft voice also came from the other side of the rockery: "Assassin? What assassin? Xiaolu, let's hurry back to the palace!"
As soon as the voice dropped, master and servant hurried out.
The servant was holding a bunch of wintersweet flowers.
Wasn't it just Guo Chun and Xiaolu?
