The Inner Treasury was cold to the bone.
Three Yin Souls stood behind Ren Ye. The longer they stood there, the more intense the chill became.
Ren Ye sat in his chair, trembling all over, his teeth chattering uncontrollably.
After three questions, he had been silent for some time. He seemed focused on playing, but he was losing miserably.
The man with intestines faintly spilling from his belly won a full-flush hand with a kong, taking thirty-two gold coins from him. The other two were also on a lucky streak, winning nearly twenty gold coins from Ren Ye between them.
In this round, whether it was the mission questions or the game, luck seemed to be against Prince Huai.
Yet Prince Huai remained remarkably composed and calm, like a veteran gambler, betraying neither joy nor anger.
He had lost quite a lot, so after that round, he began displaying his "art of defense" at the mahjong table. Whenever he could win with a Chicken Hand, he took it. If his luck was too poor to get out, he tried to keep his losses small.
He was something of a semiprofessional at mahjong. Back when he worked on anti-fraud operations at the border, he had dealt with people from every walk of life. Frequent social engagements, eating, drinking, whoring, and gambling had all been routine.
So when he claimed he only knew Sichuan Mahjong, he was certainly lying. He was simply better at that version.
"Two characters."
The woman discarded a tile, wiping the blood constantly flowing from her neck with her right hand, and asked softly, "A whole round has passed. Aren't you going to ask anything?"
"I'm not in a hurry. Why are you?" Though Ren Ye was freezing his ass off, he continued drawing tiles unhurriedly, as if