In the blink of an eye, a man in black attire flew down silently from the air and knelt in front of her.
Zhao Ling looked at him, he was about twenty years old, a young man who looked thin and handsome.
"Subordinate Xue Hao, the secret guard of the Xuanwang Mansion, has seen the princess."
Zhao Ling nodded, it seemed that she guessed right, Meng Yuan had been sending people to protect her in secret.
"Get up." Zhao Ling was not used to someone kneeling in front of him and talking, "You did it just now?"
"Yes, princess. I saw that the princess was frightened, please forgive me." Xue Hao got up and lowered his head and replied.
"Thank you for your help just now." Zhao Ling nodded lightly. Although she believed that she was capable enough to protect herself just now, Xue Hao's action saved her a lot of trouble.
"I don't mind the trouble, princess."
