Meng Chuyue followed the person delivering the fruit saplings back to the pharmacy. When no one was looking, she swapped these three saplings with three from her secret space.
She wasn't worried that she couldn't explain their robust growth later on.
She had already thought of an exit strategy.
For the following period, Meng Chuyue didn't go out wandering. Claiming fatigue from a restless night, she closed the door of the pharmacy and rested alone on the small bed inside.
Of course, she couldn't possibly be resting. She used the quilt as cover, pretending to be deep asleep while actually propping up the quilt with several pillows, slipping into her space to make some delicious food for herself, all the while talking on the phone with Shen Ci.
Shen Ci wasn't with Han Zheng at the moment.
The two had agreed to set off for Imperial together in three days. Before then, they each had to arrange their own affairs.
