In the next few rounds, Lu Ying deliberately controlled his score, ultimately losing to Huo Mingxu by a single point.
"How could this happen?!" Shen Yunxi slammed the table in disbelief. "His Majesty is so skilled—how could he possibly lose?! I demand a rematch!"
The surrounding noise drowned out her unreasonable request.
Shen Yinning accepted the twenty silver notes she had won, her smile brimming with cheerfulness. "I suppose among these silver notes is the five thousand from my dear sister. Thank you so much!"
"You—"
Shen Yunxi was filled with anger, but since she had lost openly and fairly, there was no reason to go back on the result. She could only let out a cold snort. "It's just five thousand silvers. As a dignified Imperial Concubine, I have plenty of money. What are you so smug about? Lianxin, let's go!"
She swept her sleeve and stormed off.
Shen Yinning let out a faint mockery of a laugh and exchanged a meaningful glance with Liao Lili.
