CHAPTER 198: CHAPTER 198 JADE DICE

Spending... spending money is manual labor?

The servant accustomed to manual labor was stunned.

Even Prince NanAn knew that the manual labor of Qingyun Mountain was overwhelming.

Even he was devastated, let alone those maids and servants who often did manual work?

He waved his hand, letting the servant withdraw.

The servant went out and closed the door behind him.

He was preparing to return to the Prince NanAn Mansion, but after taking a few steps, he saw a familiar face standing outside a private room.

It was the Prince NanAn’s attendant servant.

The servant knew Prince NanAn was also in the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, so he quickly walked over.

Inside the private room, not only was Prince NanAn present, but also Marquis Beining.

The servant stepped forward to greet, and Prince NanAn asked, "Did you find out anything?"

The servant nodded, "The Princess Consort is playing mahjong."

Prince NanAn furrowed his brow.

"Yesterday she was still playing sparrow tiles, today it’s mahjong?" Prince NanAn felt a bit uneasy.

"What exactly is this mahjong?" he asked.

The servant shook his head, "I don’t know, but Commandery Prince said, the manual labor at Qingyun Mountain isn’t the kind of manual work we imagine it to be."

He felt that the Commandery Prince was telling the truth.

Even if the Commandery Prince had submitted both body and mind to the Dongxiang Marquis Mansion, he couldn’t just sit by and let the Princess Consort be ordered around without doing something.

Especially since it wasn’t just the Princess Consort being ordered around, but also Marchioness Jingguo and others.

Moreover, the Princess Consort and others were raised in comfort, unable to carry shoulders or lift hands, and could only do the kind of "spending money" manual labor at Qingyun Mountain.

Manual labor...

The servant’s heart ached. He didn’t want to mention those words, they were too piercing.

In another private room.

Prince NanAn put down the tea cup and said, "When will Brother Su arrive? I’m about to get full from drinking tea."

The door was knocked, and a young waiter from the Drunken Immortal Pavilion came in, asking, "Gentlemen, can we serve the dishes now?"

"Wait a bit more," Chu Shun said.

Just after he finished speaking, there was a commotion downstairs.

The servant of Prince NanAn went out to take a look and quickly returned, saying, "Commandery Prince, Mr. Su and the Heir of Duke Chong have confronted each other."

Prince NanAn, "...."

Seriously?

They hurriedly stood up.

In their rush, they even forgot to put on their masks.

Downstairs, Su Chong and the Heir of Duke Chong faced each other.

The Heir of Duke Chong had a cold expression, and his servant said, "Hurry up and move your foot!"

Su Chong lifted his foot.

A Jade Bone Dice was crushed under his foot.

Just as he stepped in, by chance, the Heir of Duke Chong was playing with a jade dice and accidentally dropped one.

By further chance, that jade dice rolled under Su Chong’s foot.

Su Chong didn’t notice—

He stepped right on it.

"I wondered what was bothering my foot, turns out it was a dice," Su Chong said.

"...."

The diners nearby were all stunned.

Although it wasn’t intentional, to crush the Heir of Duke Chong’s jade dice and then say it was bothering his foot—truly gutsy.

The shopkeeper of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion was trembling in fear.

One was the Heir of Duke Chong, the other the Young Master of Dongxiang Marquis Mansion.

These were figures none could afford to offend.

If these two clashed, wouldn’t the Drunken Immortal Pavilion be literally torn down?

The shopkeeper hurried over, but dared not get too close, fearing they’d start a fight, where deities battle and the little devils suffer.

With one sentence, Su Chong aroused the anger of the Heir of Duke Chong, who said, "Say that again!"

Su Chong looked at him and said, "Does the Heir of Duke Chong have trouble hearing?"

Everyone, "...."

Descending the stairs, the corners of several mouths of Prince NanAn twitched involuntarily.

The people from Dongxiang Marquis Mansion truly didn’t hold Duke Chong’s Mansion in any regard.

The Heir of Duke Chong’s face turned green with anger, saying, "Apologize to me right now, and I’ll spare your life!"

"If you want to fight, then hurry up and start," Su Chong urged.

"...."

The Heir of Duke Chong clenched his fists, ready to charge, but was stopped.

"Brother Shangguan, calm down, let’s talk this over," the Heir of Duke YiAn advised.

Su Chong and Chu Shun had fought before, and it was on the street.

That fight, though fierce, ended with neither side gaining the upper hand, but Su Chong’s reputation was established.

Fighting four on one and not getting knocked down was testament to his high martial prowess.

The Heir of Duke Chong’s martial arts were good, but compared to Su Chong, far inferior.

Tough matches never yield easy benefits, especially when facing people from the Dongxiang Marquis Mansion who ignore the power and status of Duke Chong’s Mansion and particularly enjoy provoking and humiliating them.

The Heir of Duke Chong was furious; never before had someone dared to speak to him in such a manner.

At this moment, after being persuaded, he calmed down a bit.

On Su Chong’s side, Prince NanAn and the others stopped him too. Although they didn’t like the Heir of Duke Chong much either, they were worried. What if Su Chong couldn’t control himself and killed someone?

If they weren’t extremely worried about Su Chong, they wouldn’t stop him. The Marquis Dongxiang dared to break one of Duke Chong’s ribs, so Su Chong breaking an arm or leg of Duke Chong’s Heir wouldn’t be a big deal.

The Heir of Duke YiAn said, "This issue started because of the Jade Dice. Why don’t we solve our anger peacefully with a game of dice?"

"How would that solve anything?" The Heir of Duke Chong said coldly.

The Heir of Duke YiAn said, "One game to decide the winner. If Mr. Su wins, he doesn’t have to apologize for smashing the Jade Dice. If the Heir of Duke Chong wins, there’s no need to apologize for stepping on Mr. Su’s foot."

"And what if we lose?" Su Chong asked.

"If you lose, you’d cover the other party’s meal and drink expenses for today," suggested the Heir of Duke YiAn.

Su Chong thought for a moment and said, "Alright, that’s fair."

Chu Shun looked at him and said, "Brother Su, didn’t your father forbid you from gambling?"

"My mother also forbade me from fighting with the people from Duke Chong’s Mansion," Su Chong sighed.

"..."

"In such situations where neither father nor mother allows it, I have no choice but to go along with whatever the other party wants. I’m just being forced," Su Chong explained.

Being forced?

You are clearly jumping into it voluntarily!

Prince NanAn said, "How about I take your place in this round?"

The Heir of Duke Chong looked at Prince NanAn and asked, "Is Prince NanAn planning to apologize on his behalf?"

"I’m worried that if you face Brother Su, you might lose too badly," said Prince NanAn.

The Heir of Duke Chong’s face turned icy.

Su Chong patted Prince NanAn on the shoulder, "Trust me, I never do anything I’m not confident about."

Prince NanAn stepped back.

The shopkeeper of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion quickly called for a table to be brought over.

Gambling with dice is much more civilized than a brawl. At worst, the Drunken Immortal Pavilion will cover this meal.

Su Chong crossed his arms and looked at the Heir of Duke Chong, "You go first."

The Heir of Duke Chong shook the dice cup rapidly and then slammed it down on the table.

He lifted the cup.

One, two, three.

Everyone, "..."

Su Chong fanned himself with the jade fan, looking at the Heir of Duke Chong, "Are you trying to compare whose dice is smaller?"

The face of the Heir of Duke Chong turned grim.

"Let’s compare the biggest!" he said through gritted teeth.

Su Chong laughed loudly, pointing at the dice, "You even dare to compete with me for the biggest with this?"

Chu Shun and Prince NanAn exchanged bewildered looks.

Facing people from the Dongxiang Marquis Mansion, Duke Chong’s Mansion’s luck is not great.

Su Chong picked up the dice cup, shook it a dozen times, and slammed it down onto the table.

"Let me show you what big really is!"

He lifted the cup.

"Prince NanAn covered his forehead, "Brother Su, your number isn’t that big, but your momentum almost scared me to death."

Everyone held back their laughter.

Just like the Heir of Duke Chong’s numbers.

Su Chong had a one, two, and three.

"It’s a tie," the shopkeeper of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion was the happiest.

Su Chong, lacking enthusiasm, "Let’s pretend this never happened."

Pretend it never happened?

What wishful thinking!

"Since it’s a tie, let’s keep gambling until there’s a winner," suggested the Heir of Duke Chong.

Su Chong looked at him, put his foot on the chair, "Bring it on, who’s afraid of who?"

The Heir of Duke Chong continued shaking the dice, then revealed a roll.

One, one, two.

Su Chong laughed heartily, "With these numbers, I could beat you with my eyes closed."

He gave a casual shake.

One, three, five.

Su Chong won.

"If the Heir of Duke Chong is eager to foot my bill, then I won’t stand on ceremony," Su Chong laughed.

"Three hundred taels, is that enough for one meal?!" The Heir of Duke Chong said through clenched teeth.

Su Chong turned to the shopkeeper of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, "That’s not enough, put it on the Heir of Duke Chong’s tab."

The shopkeeper, "..."

Su Chong, in a good mood, headed upstairs.

Prince NanAn said, "Brother Su, no wonder your father forbade you from gambling, your skills are too poor!"

"What’s wrong with being bad? If the person you encounter is worse than you, you’ll win without a doubt," Su Chong said.

"..."