Ming Mei laughed heartily. Although Beitang Chuxin's voice was low and she couldn't actually hear what was said, she could still make out from Chuxin's lip movements two words: showing off.
She guessed what Chuxin had said and retorted, "Princess, honestly, your magic is really pathetic. You can't even maintain your illusion for a short while before reverting to your true form. Why don't you go back, let your master train you properly for a night, and then come out when you're ready to actually torment people?"
A shiver ran down Beitang Chuxin; could Ming Mei know something?
She lowered her head to avoid Ming Mei's gaze, but she noticed a spark of light in the bushes. Rushing over, she picked it up.
Lifting her head again, she brandished a necklace triumphantly at Ming Mei.
The smile on Ming Mei's face disappeared as she ordered Zhao, "Get me a cup of water."
