122: Your Highness, you are a bad luck god

The woman slowly opened the dice cup; the dice inside weren't three sixes, but three ones.

She felt a bit strange, but a smile appeared on her face: "Three ones. This Young Master, you've lost!"

"..."

Xie Weilou's expression froze, and he couldn't help but look at Yan Ruyi.

Yan Ruyi was also stunned for a second. How was it three ones?

It was clearly supposed to be three sixes!

Xie Weilou looked at Yan Ruyi with a face full of speechlessness: "This... 'listen to advice and get struck by lightning.' Are you actually capable or not?"

Yan Ruyi looked at the Dealer and raised an eyebrow. She took out another stack of banknotes and tossed them to Xie Weilou: "Continue! Don't be afraid of losing."

She didn't believe it. Could a tiny die really stump her?

Xie Weilou took the banknotes and regained his smile. He waved the banknotes at the woman: "This Young Master came prepared and isn't short on money. Continue!"

"..."

The woman didn't waste words and continued shaking the dice cup.

Bang!

The dice cup was pressed onto the table.

Yan Ruyi spoke: "Five, five, six. Bet on Big."

Xie Weilou looked a bit hesitant. He looked at Yan Ruyi: "Are you sure?"

Yan Ruyi said calmly: "Listen to advice and you'll have a full meal."

"Fine! Anyway, you're the financier, and this isn't This Young Master's money. So, five, five, six. Bet on Big."

Xie Weilou threw the banknotes directly onto the 'Big' spot. With this move, another hundred thousand taels were gone.

The woman opened the dice cup. She looked at the dice on the table, a smile appearing: "Two, two, four. Small!"

"How is that possible?"

Yan Ruyi was dazed. At this moment, she began to doubt her own strength. She clearly heard five, five, six. Had something gone wrong again?

Xie Weilou fell into silence. He looked at Yan Ruyi: "Do you really know how to do this? This Young Master really believed your nonsense. This is just too ridiculous."

"..."

Yan Ruyi's brow furrowed. She stared at the Dealer, seemingly trying to see something, but in the end, she couldn't see anything at all, which made her even more curious.

She took out another large handful of banknotes and handed them to Xie Weilou: "Here's three hundred thousand taels. Trust me one more time."

Xie Weilou grabbed the banknotes and said to the Dealer: "Continue!"

The woman smiled indifferently and continued shaking the dice cup.

Yan Ruyi stared at the dice cup. As it was set down, she said directly: "Still five, five, six. Big."

Xie Weilou looked at Yan Ruyi speechlessly: "This time, This Young Master doesn't believe you."

"Trust me one more time."

Yan Ruyi said with a serious expression.

Two hundred thousand taels wasn't exactly small change. She wasn't willing to lose it just like that.

Xie Weilou frowned: "If I listen to you for everything, what fun is there for This Young Master here? This Young Master has roamed casinos far and wide; I can tell at a glance who is a Jinx. Someone like you is a total Jinx—the kind who loses ten out of ten bets."

Yan Ruyi glared at Xie Weilou: "It's my money, so I call the shots. I still have two hundred thousand taels on me. If we lose this time, I'll give you the remaining two hundred thousand to play with."

"Uh... that works."

Xie Weilou directly bet the three hundred thousand taels on Big.

The woman didn't hesitate at all and quickly lifted the dice cup. The result: three twos.

Xie Weilou looked at Yan Ruyi with a resentful gaze: "Are you... are you kidding This Young Master? I came here to relax, not to lose money. Although it's not my money, having it disappear from my hands like this makes me feel terrible! You're a liability, a bringer of bad luck, a Jinx. You'd better never step foot in a casino for the rest of your life; you'd lose a hundred out of a hundred bets."

"..."

Yan Ruyi's eyes widened. What was the situation?

Misheard again? This shouldn't be!

With her cultivation level, how could she mishear the points on the dice?

The woman took the banknotes from the table and asked with a smile: "This Young Master has lost three rounds in a row. Do you still want to play?"

Xie Weilou looked at Yan Ruyi: "This time, I'll do it myself. Only by one's own hand can one grasp destiny. Even if I lose, I won't have any regrets."

Yan Ruyi pulled out the last two hundred thousand taels and handed them to Xie Weilou: "Fine!"

This time, she was truly cleaned out.

The woman gave a light smile and continued shaking the dice cup.

Bang!

A moment later, the dice cup was pressed on the table.

"Five, five, six!"

Yan Ruyi spoke subconsciously.

"Tch! Like I'd believe you."

Xie Weilou curled his lip and threw the two hundred thousand taels directly onto the Small spot: "Three ones. Small!"

"Are you sure?"

The woman looked at Xie Weilou.

"Stop the nonsense and open it quickly."

Xie Weilou said impatiently.

"..."

The woman smiled and opened the dice cup.

Five, five, six. Big!

"This..."

Xie Weilou's face slumped, his expression dark.

Seeing this, Yan Ruyi was in a great mood, feeling like she had won a round back. She looked at Xie Weilou: "Listen to advice and you'll have a full meal. A grown man who likes to compete to be small—now you've lost, haven't you?"

She seemed to have forgotten that her seven hundred thousand taels were gone!

"I'm not playing anymore. This is boring. Even if I, Xie Weilou, starve to death, die in a Brothel, or drink myself to death, I will never touch gambling again."

Xie Weilou stood up and walked straight outside.

"..."

Yan Ruyi was also somewhat helpless and immediately followed him.

She had intended to bring Xie Weilou here to relax, but instead, she had made him miserable. The poor guy looked like he was about to cry.

But shouldn't she be the one who was miserable right now? After all, she was the one who lost the money!

The woman watched Xie Weilou's back, her smile deepening as she thought to herself: "Tower Master, what a clever move. You've really fleeced them!"

——————

On the street.

Xie Weilou had his hands tucked into his sleeves, looking quite dejected.

Yan Ruyi comforted him: "Don't look so dejected! After all, you weren't the one who lost the money. Next time, This Princess will take you out again."

Xie Weilou looked at Yan Ruyi and said with a resentful expression: "This time, This Young Master originally planned to win back the Golden Terrace, but now everything is gone. Your Highness might not know, but the Golden Terrace is actually... Sigh!"

"Uh..."

Yan Ruyi was a bit stunned.

Xie Weilou sighed: "Your Highness, you really are a Jinx."

"Ahem! It's not that bad. If you had listened to me at the end, you definitely would have won. Who told you not to listen?"

Yan Ruyi gave an awkward smile. Today's events were indeed a bit strange.

"After losing several rounds in a row, would I still dare to listen to you?"

Xie Weilou retorted.

"..."

Yan Ruyi had no words to retort.

"I'm going home to sleep."

Xie Weilou yawned and walked away with his head down.

Yan Ruyi looked at Xie Weilou's back with a thoughtful expression. She gave a light wave of her hand.

"Greetings, Your Highness."

A guard walked over.

Yan Ruyi inquired: "What is the background of this Golden Terrace?"

The guard said with a strange expression: "The Golden Terrace is a gambling house opened by Xie Weilou..."

"What?"

Yan Ruyi's eyes immediately widened. Had she been slaughtered like a fat sheep?

The guard quickly explained: "After Xie Weilou was imprisoned, the Golden Terrace was seized by Madam You. Xie Weilou took it back, but... but in the end, he lost the Golden Terrace again..."

"Lost it? To whom?"

Yan Ruyi looked at the guard in confusion.

Xie Weilou had mentioned winning back the Golden Terrace several times before; it turned out he wanted to reclaim his own property.

No wonder he was so depressed after losing this time.

"Xie Weilou had been to Seven Nights Snow several times and gambled there. He used the Golden Terrace as a stake and lost it to Seven Nights Snow."

The guard said directly.

Yan Ruyi: "..."

Losing his own property to a Brothel?

That was exactly the kind of thing Xie Weilou would do.

Maybe he didn't even lose it, but while lying on some woman's belly, he was sweet-talked out of it!"