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In the meantime, there was a knock on the window. Meng Fuyao solemnly walked over to the window, and in the darkness, a glimmer of light flashed by, and a small wax pill was shot into her palm.

Meng Fuyao shook her head and smiled. ”80% chance that that guy won his fight…” As she walked over to the table and opened the pill, a few people, feeling concerned, crowded around her.

A piece of paper, which was of average quality and stilled stained with the smell of blood and gunpowder, was laid on the table. A gentle motion of rolling it open seemed to allow the reader to feel the atmosphere of the bloody war.

The quality of the content was even more sub-par. With generous strokes of ink, a few gigantic characters were written on the paper.

”Fuyao! I will eventually cross the River Qi one day. Wait for my return!”

In the brightly-lit room.

Two heads gathered around her - Ya Lanzhu's and the guinea pig's.

Three other people remained still in their seats - the handsome lads who had mixed expressions on their faces.

Yun Hen looked down, Zong Yue drank his tea in silence, and Zhangsun Wuji washed the deck. When he swept a glance on that piece of paper, his expression was one that seemed to be a smile.

The ink was splattered on the paper, and the casual yet powerful strokes were written with force. Those few words appeared lively. Similarly, the feelings of longing seemed to come to life on the piece of paper.

In a hurry, Meng Fuyao crumpled the paper in her hands and gave a silly laugh towards the curious Ya Lanzhu. ”Zhan Beiye said that he's coming back soon.”

Ya Lanzhu shrewdly walked away from the mahjong table because she did not want to be the outlier among the three handsome lads. Feeling a little down, and with the desire to play mahjong not being satisfied, when she heard Meng Fuyao trying to conceal the content, the corner of her lips twitched in despise.

”According to his personality, I don't even need to see, and I know that he probably wrote 'XX has been destroyed, wait for my victorious return', or something along those lines,” she said.

Meng Fuyao looked up at her admiringly. ”Zhu Zhu, you're a genius!”

Ya Lanzhu's eyes darkened, but she soon laughed. ”Compared to you, everyone's a genius,” she responded. Grabbing the guinea pig, she retreated to the bed and continued to chat.

Looking at her lonely figure, Meng Fuyao thought of how Ya Lanzhu knew that the line ”wait for my victorious return” was not directed at her. This teenage girl, who had chased after Zhan Beiye for many years, had to endlessly extend her chase because of Meng Fuyao's appearance. How long more did she have to wait before her dream would be realized? But how many teenage years could a woman have to spend them on such an endless chase?

Propping up her cheeks, Meng Fuyao carefully calculated the probability of her matching up Zhan Beiye and Ya Lanzhu. However, she remembered the consequence of her matchmaking Zhangsun Wuji with Hu Sang. If even a generous guy like Zhangsun Wuji could not tolerate such a nonsensical match and had to torture her, with Zhan Beiye's bomb-like personality, he would probably dismantle her bones, right? If so, forget it, she should just go with the flow.

As Meng Fuyao was engrossed in her thoughts, she was not focusing on the game while the others played attentively. Suddenly, Zhangsun Wuji pushed his blocks and announced his victory. ”I won.”

Meng Fuyao leaned over and cried, ”My money…”

On that night, Meng Fuyao lost a house, ten acres of land, a dozen attendants, and even her newly-wed concubine were given to Zong Yue. But Zong Yue didn't want her and demanded money instead. With teary eyes, Meng Fuyao removed the ruby bracelet from the ninth fairy's wrist, who her foot was painfully stepped on by the ninth fairy instead.

The ninth fairy was not the true ninth fairy - the one in the Prince's residence was real, and so was the one who liked Meng Fuyao and wanted to have intimate contact with her. However, during Meng Fuyao's interaction with Zhan Beiheng, she had carefully scrutinized his concubines and chose the favored and brazen ninth fairy. She even bribed the servants in the inner courtyard to use Zong Yue's powder to stun the horse, allowing Meng Fuyao to become the knight in shining armor. When the ninth fairy was successfully gifted to Meng Fuyao, she immediately sent her far away. The ninth fairy that Zhan Nancheng saw was merely Zhangsun Wuji's subordinate in disguise. Anyway, Zhan Nancheng could not possibly have had a deep impression of Zhan Beiheng's concubine who rarely came out of the residence. In the future, if she knew of Zhan Beiheng's death, she would not come back and look for her own death too. As such, Meng Fuyao could be considered as her savior.

As for those restricted items and imperial tributes kept in the residence, they were all thanks to the secretive force that was left behind by Zhan Beiye's grandfather. The grandfather used to gather talents with diverse expertise, and there were a few tomb-raiders who were pros at digging tunnels and stealing objects. With geniuses and a well-planned strategy, it was easy to make Zhan Beiheng fall into their trap.

It was a pity that General Meng was good at plotting against others, but was no match for those people in front of her. Yun Hen was good at calculating and in less than two times of playing the game, he had remembered every block clearly. On the other hand, Zong Yue played as though he was prescribing medicine, and his movements seemed even more well-trained than an experienced player like her. He didn't calculate the blocks, but he would especially memorize Meng Fuyao's. Whatever Meng Fuyao needed, he would never release it, holding on to the belief of ”victory for myself is not important, but I'd never let you win”. Zhangsun Wuji was even better. He seemed average as compared to the other two since he played casually and did not win every round. However, after one round, Meng Fuyao realized that he'd definitely win once after two losses, and would always win back the money he lost. In the end, he would definitely not lose any money - to be able to play mahjong, a form of entertainment that relied so much on probability and luck, to such a calculative extent, it was longer a game of mahjong but another battle of wits.