Lu Mingshu looked at Yin Hong weirdly. Seeing her reaction, she smirked and nodded. "Since Senior Aunt Yin has said so, then disciple will accept the gift."
Lu Mingshu took the string of Mystic Dewdrops, turned to Ding Qingqing, and bowed. "Her Highness's generous gift will be engraved in my memory forever. I hope Emissary Ding will express my gratitude to her."
Before she could bow further, Ding Qingqing held her up. "Miss Lu can forget the courtesy. Thank you, Elder Yin, for taking care of her."
After the conventional greeting, Ding Qingqing left with her servant girls, leaving the whispers of the disciples behind her.
Yin Hong sat down happily, but there was a tinge of uneasiness in her heart. The way Lu Mingshu looked at her, and what Ding Qingqing said… had she missed something?
Seeing Yin Hong's face, An Tongchen snickered.