"Your identity is your weakness, so you dare not ask anyone for help. Nor could anyone defy the law to help you! All you could do was put on a show for us, make us think you had everything arranged before daring to come here alone, and deliberately act as though you had nothing to fear. In truth, your greatest source of confidence was this-you were certain I wanted to use you!"
Wang Yang had to admit that this woman had some skill. She had exposed his hidden cards so quickly. But this was no time to panic. He began rapidly considering a change of strategy.
The woman yawned and continued, "Unfortunately, you were wrong about one thing: you are not that important. I can choose to use you, or I can choose not to. Perhaps you should be thankful that I want to use you, because if I didn't, I would simply-destroy you."
Her voice slowly turned cold, and the evening wind suddenly rose.
Dusk was approaching now; branch shadows darkened, latticed windows stood scattered, and willow fluff swirled in disarray!
There was a gambling tactic called "stealing the pot," known in English as a bluff: when you had no hand, you raised the stakes, even risking everything you owned, to intimidate your opponent into refusing to call.
It was an effective move, but its weakness was equally obvious. Once an opponent dared to call all the way to the end, you suffered utter defeat.
That was precisely the situation Wang Yang faced now.
He could not keep meeting force with force. One wrong collision, and everything would fall apart.
Since she had seen through his empty hand, he needed to play as someone with no cards.
Clever people always liked the feeling of having everyone figured out, so