After transmigrating, I became a stepmother.

Of course, everyone's positions were also very tacit. Although they adhered to the principle of observing the game without speaking, they still studied it carefully and exchanged glances silently.

Those with decent chess skills, after carefully observing the game, were secretly shocked. They had thought the young man's mental strength was there, and his speed in placing the pieces was not weak either, so it shouldn't be too difficult, but unexpectedly...

Indeed, new talents emerge in every generation!

The old man's eyes were full of admiration. As they watched, all the chess enthusiasts unconsciously focused their attention on the chessboard in the center, their brows gradually furrowing.

Those with slightly weaker chess skills felt that these people truly lived up to their reputation; no wonder they volunteered and persisted for so long—they were really impressive. They just didn't know what the final result would be.

These people consciously maintain a gentlemanly demeanor and do not affect the chess players, but they are unaware that some people have already been affected.

Since Yang Bo noticed someone approaching, the sweat on his forehead became even more concentrated. His already cautious move became even more hesitant. With each move, he wondered if he had placed the piece here correctly, what they would think, and whether his uncle was watching.

The more worried I was, the less I dared to look back, afraid of seeing disappointed looks in their eyes.

The worst thing in chess is to be distracted. His mindset was quickly reflected in his game, and Su Zixiu naturally noticed it as well. He glanced at his opponent and his eyes flickered slightly.

After a few more moves, Yang Bo, being no ordinary player, realized that if he continued to make moves, he would likely lose, and hesitated to place his piece.

After a long pause without any movement from him, Su Zixiu asked in confusion, "Lord Yang?"

Yang Bo forced a smile, opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Should I concede defeat? In this situation, it's no longer just a simple game of chess. If I don't concede and lose the match, will the outcome be any different?

Just thinking about the consequences sent chills down his spine, and his hand holding the chess piece trembled uncontrollably.

Just then, his uncle coughed from behind, instantly pulling him back from his chaotic thoughts, and he met Su Zixiu's questioning gaze.

He reluctantly picked up a piece, gestured at the chessboard for a while, and then put it down dejectedly. Just as he was about to say something, a slender hand reached out and placed a piece on the chessboard.

He looked up suddenly and saw Wen Tingzhu!

The other party nodded slightly to him and said gently, "Lord Yang, since you are not feeling well, it would be best not to push yourself. You should go and get a checkup as soon as possible. I think everyone will understand. I can help take a look at this chess game."

Yang Bo didn't know what others were thinking, but at that moment, he realized that this was an excellent opportunity to escape, and he absolutely couldn't miss it!

So, without thinking, he clasped his hands in a fist salute to the other person, let out a long sigh, and hurriedly left his seat.

When seeking permission from the emperor, one must lower oneself to the minimum, lower one's gaze, and not dare to look at anyone. Once permission is granted, one must not delay for even a moment.

Even after stepping out of the crowd, he could still feel the gazes behind him, so intense, as if they were tearing his clothes off.

But he couldn't turn back, nor did he dare to, as if turning back would reveal his despicable self.

He thought, this time, I really need to learn a lesson!

After that, Yang Bo resigned from his official post and never entered officialdom again. Instead, he served as a teacher in his clan and cultivated many talents for the Yang family, which can be considered a remarkable story.

However, this is all a story for another day.

The immediate concern is how the game will continue without him. After all, his face was deathly pale and he was sweating profusely, so Wen Tingzhu's statement wasn't entirely unfounded.