Ming Lingyi looked up in the direction of the voice, her brow furrowing.
When Zhao Shu, the young lady from the Duke Jing Mansion, had left earlier, she had threatened to come back. Ming Lingyi had dismissed it as just an empty threat from a young girl. After all, the girl had just lost face because of her.
But Ming Lingyi never expected that Zhao Shu would actually return with backup. 'All this just to deal with a small fry like her? It's unbelievable.'
This time, Zhao Shu had brought guards from the Duke Jing Mansion—not helpless maids like Fuqu, who was with her earlier.
When so many men arrived, the common folk who had been eating green balls and lotus seed soup at Ming Lingyi's stall quickly dropped their silver and fled.
Who among them would dare get involved in a confrontation like this?
Seeing this, Shi Mingyue grabbed the wooden stick in her hand, ready to fight them to the death.
But Ming Lingyi pulled her back.
"Don't," Ming Lingyi said.
