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Chapter 56 All Guessed Wrong

The game is just the simplest guessing game.

Zhang Rong remained silent with a cold face throughout, watching tens of thousands of taels of silver notes being poured in, but Gu Lingzhi was completely wrong.

His face almost turned green; he was terrified.

But when he turned around, he saw that Gu Lingzhi's expression was still as relaxed and carefree as before.

Then, she took out another 50,000 taels from her bosom.

Gu Lingzhi was beaming with pride as she watched Yang Tianrui win. He was incredibly smug, and even his men were extremely excited.

Most people saw Zhang Rong's eyes turn red with anxiety, and they secretly chuckled to themselves, wondering where Zhang Rong got so much money.

One hundred taels of silver is enough for an ordinary person to live frugally for a year, but Zhang Rong spends tens of thousands of taels at a time.

Even Yang Tianrui, the son of the Minister of Revenue who was known to be very wealthy, was shocked when he saw the 50,000 taels that were taken out again.

Although he had some doubts, seeing the thick stack of silver notes in his hand and thinking about the Zhang family's wealth, he no longer cared about anything else.

All he could think about was winning that money.

As a gambler who is addicted to gambling and cannot extricate himself, no amount of money can ever be enough. A glint flashed in Yang Tianrui's eyes as he lightly licked the corner of his lips.

When someone offers you ready-made money, why would you refuse?

Zhang Rong suddenly spoke, his fists clenched tightly, a chill running down his spine: "Here is fifty thousand taels. If I guess right this time, I will return all the money you just won."

Yang Tianrui sneered, waved his hand, and put all 50,000 taels he had won into the container: "Come on."

The middle-aged man next to him lit up when he heard about the reward, staring intently at the table.

The simplest guessing game has evolved into guessing the number of dots.

Whoever comes closest to the required points for this round is the winner.

The duel between the two caused a stir throughout the entire gambling den, and even some of the more secretive individuals still inside couldn't help but become interested in their gambling.

However, seeing Zhang Rong keep losing, he eventually lost interest.

In a private room on the second floor, a figure sat by the curtain, drinking tea and watching the commotion.

He was dressed in a long, lavender robe, his long hair flowing freely, exuding elegance, and he held a folding fan painted with peonies in his hand.

His extremely long and narrow peach blossom eyes made his face look like a fox, bewitching and alluring. Coupled with his slightly flamboyant clothes, this made his evil aura even stronger.

Sitting next to him was a man in a blue robe with an imposing face and long hair neatly coiled on top of the judge.

The man was very handsome, with upright eyes and deep features, giving him a mature and charming appearance.

"Third brother, this gambling den is really lively. The son of the Yang family downstairs is fighting with the young general of the Zhang family who was newly appointed by Father."

The devilishly handsome man shook his folding fan, and a gentle breeze lifted two strands of hair from his forehead, giving him an appearance of supreme beauty.

The person he addressed as his third brother didn't even raise his head, and said indifferently, "Is that so? Not interested."

"I think the only person you might be interested in is your sister-in-law."

The man in the lavender robe chuckled, a glint in his eyes, but his gaze fell on the servant behind Zhang Rong who was helping him collect the money.

The servant had an ordinary face and no air about him. Although he gave the servant a slight sense of incongruity, the servant quickly lost interest. The servant leaned back in his chair with an air of nonchalance. But at that moment, a commotion arose from below.

Lost again.

Although everyone around was prepared that Zhang Rong could not possibly beat Yang Tianrui, no one expected her to lose so decisively.

Yang Tianrui laughed loudly, took 100,000 taels of silver and was about to leave, but Zhang Rong suddenly said, "I...I want to gamble with you one last time, I'll gamble with my life!"

The shout silenced the entire gambling den for a moment.

Zhang Rong's face turned pale.

But when he glanced back at Gu Lingzhi and saw her winking at him, he felt a deep sense of regret creeping into his heart.

"What did you say?" Yang Tianrui squinted at Zhang Rong, whose face was completely bloodless.

Zhang Rong's arms were trembling, but Gu Lingzhi was right. If Gu Lingzhi hadn't saved his life, he would have died on the spot.

So... even if I give it away, it's not a big deal, right?

Anyway, her mother said she should repay kindness, Zhang Rong comforted herself and made up her mind.

Yang Tianrui sneered: "I have no interest in betting with you on this!"

"No need. If I win this time, you'll give me back five times the amount of silver you won from me. If I lose, your life is yours. Do you dare to bet?"

The Zhang and Yang families were sworn enemies. Now that such a great opportunity for revenge was right in front of him, Yang Tianrui's eyes lit up and a plan came to mind.

Moreover, the opponent hadn't won even once in all these matches, so he didn't believe Zhang Rong had any luck.

"Since you're asking for it, don't blame me."

Zhang Rong gritted her teeth and grabbed a piece of paper from the side: "Words are no proof, a written agreement is the witness. Everyone present here today is a witness to this."

Upon hearing Zhang Rong's words, the gamblers stopped betting and began placing bets on who would win between the two.

However, most of those people still chose Yang Tianrui.

The odds between the two are practically 1 to 10, and some people are even trying their luck by betting on Zhang Rong.

Although everyone knows that the Yang family would never really take Zhang Rong's life, if Zhang Rong were to lose, the Zhang family would probably never be able to hold their heads high in front of the Yang family again.

Seeing everyone staring at him, Zhang Rong's palms sweated with nervousness. He wiped his forehead, turned to look at Gu Lingzhi, and his eyes were full of resentment.

Gu Lingzhi couldn't help but smile.

Zhang Rong lowered her voice: "You're still laughing. If I lose... if I lose, I'm afraid I'll just smash my head against this wall and die. I'll never have the face to go back."

Gu Lingzhi said firmly, "We will definitely not lose. What are you worried about?"

"How is that possible? You don't have X-ray vision, so how would you know what's in there?"

Gu Lingzhi smiled but remained silent.

Some things, even if you can't see them, you can still hear them.

In addition, the surroundings had quieted down considerably because of Zhang Rong's declaration, and everyone was now focused on the table.

Even the two people above, who were originally indifferent to the commotion, turned to look because of it.

Going to the gambling den for tea was also a shared interest of the two. More importantly, gambling dens and brothels were the best places to exchange information.

There are countless people from all walks of life, and rumors spread incredibly fast. If you sit here and listen when you have nothing to do, you can always learn something useful that might come to you.

As for the brothel, it was entirely because the Third Prince refused to go there, so Mo Liufeng had no choice but to accompany his elder brother, Mo Jinghan, to the brothel.

Time passes slowly.

The dice cup was shaking rapidly inside everyone's ears.

The dealer slammed the table down, his face beaming with excitement: "It's about to start!"

Yang Tianrui glanced at the old man beside him, who quickly gave an estimated number.

Seeing his confident demeanor, Yang Tianrui raised his chin, took a card representing that number in his hand, and then directly asked the dealer to reveal it.

There are six dice, and the largest possible number is thirty-six. It is very difficult to choose a number close to this.

However, once the dice were revealed, everyone stared intently at the colored face.

"Total word count: 29. Shall we start the game?"

Yang Tianrui casually tossed the sign over; it showed the number thirty, just one number different from the final result.

This basically means they've already won.

He looked at Zhang Rong with a cold smile: "If you kneel down and beg me now, I might spare your life. What do you say?"

Zhang Rong remained silent with a cold expression, but her wrist, which was gripping the sign, was trembling slightly.

So weird.

Although he didn't know who the man next to Yang Tianrui was, the other party's judgment was ridiculously accurate. But he never expected that the number Gu Lingzhi told him... was exactly twenty-nine.

With six dice spinning almost simultaneously, it's impossible to guess what the numbers will be, but Gu Lingzhi actually guessed them correctly.

Could it be that I really have a gut feeling?

Zhang Rong completely blocked out all the surrounding comments; those mocking and hurtful voices were shut out.

The dealer was dumbfounded as he handed over the sign in his hand.

"Twenty-nine!"

The moment those words were spoken, everyone was stunned.

"what?"

"It is... twenty-nine."

The dealer repeated those words again, and Yang Tianrui suddenly stood up from his chair, almost knocking the table over.

"Say it again!"

No one spoke.

Yang Tianrui's head buzzed. He glanced at the sign that belonged to Zhang Rong and suddenly sensed something ominous.

"You're playing me for a fool!"

He reacted quickly; despite a momentary blank in his mind, he managed to guess the answer so fast. He slammed his hand on the table, and many people around him scattered.

A fight is about to break out.

Zhang Rong, with an icy expression, also slammed her hand on the table.

Then... the table, originally made of solid wood, flew everywhere.

This scene terrified Yang Tianrui, turning his face pale. However, he also realized that compared to force, their rabble was no match for Zhang Rong.

Zhang Rong looked arrogant and was no longer afraid.

Holding the indictment in his hand, he waved his hand at Yang Tianrui: "Don't forget, send the money to my Zhang family within three days, or I'll go and make a scene at the Minister's place."

Yang Tianrui's face turned ashen. He knew he couldn't get the silver back from the table. Hearing this threat, he couldn't take it anymore. If his father found out he was still gambling, he was afraid his legs would be broken this time.

Four hundred thousand taels... Where could he possibly raise four hundred thousand taels in such a short time?

Suddenly, the middle-aged man standing next to Yang Tianrui whispered a reminder: "Young Master, the Master just received the disaster relief funds allocated a couple of days ago, a full 800,000 taels. It shouldn't be a problem for you to temporarily take out 400,000 taels to tide you over..."

These words immediately brought Yang Tianrui back to reality: "Right... how could I have forgotten about that? Once I get that note back, I'll definitely give the Zhang family a good beating..."