Third Miss He broke out in a cold sweat.
She clearly saw it with her own eyes—the cage had fallen, and Lu Mingshu had not moved from her spot.
When had she come out?
Lu Mingshu looked unflappable as she grabbed her and pushed her back into her seat. She smiled faintly, "Third Miss, why the hurry? I haven't even seen your shop's treasure yet. Isn't it inappropriate to take my things just like that?"
Third Miss He just felt a force press down on her; she was constrained so that she couldn't move, watching with wide eyes as Lu Mingshu retrieved her mustard seed pouch and slipped it back up her sleeve.
Those treasures, all treasures!
Third Miss He's heart ached unbearably.
"Old He, what's going on?" Daoist Pei shouted from outside.
There were other messy voices as well, "Third Miss, hurry up!"
"Why aren't you out yet?"
Lu Mingshu counted, "Five from the Spirit Realm, aren't you all underestimating me a little?"