"Miss..." Yun Zhi's eyes were filled with worry, and fearing that others would hear, she brought her hands to her lips and whispered, "Miss, be careful, don't fall!"
Mingshu confidently flicked her hair and turned to give her an "ok" gesture, not caring whether Yun Zhi understood or not.
She looked up at the second floor, which was still some distance away, pursed her lips firmly, and with resigned determination, she rolled up her sleeves and continued to climb.
...
"What do you think... What on earth is Her Majesty doing?" Yao Yue bit her lip, looking utterly perplexed at the scene.
Ah Qi's expression was numb as he calmly analyzed, "Probably... She doesn't want to fork out that one hundred taels of silver?"
To come up with such an idea, she really is a sly one.
Yao Yue moved her lips and finally squeezed out a few words with difficulty, "Ha, ha, Her Majesty is really... thoroughly embodying thriftiness."
