Hongzhou

"Mr. Song, stop, you lose." The bone china tea cup tapped lightly on the table. She held an unturned card between her fingertips, her bright eyebrows raised. His hand holding the cards paused, and his knuckles carelessly rubbed the soft sword without a sheath at his waist: "Why do you say that?" "Because I know how to count cards." She raised her eyes, but her eyes bypassed the disguise in his eyes and went straight into the depths. "She is even better at counting - the cloud-patterned jade pendant engraved only for the Tian family is on His Highness's waist." The air froze for a moment, his smile faded, and he finally shed his dissolute skin: "He is a smart man." She lowered her eyes and pressed the cards back into the pile, her voice as soft as a sigh: "What a pity." It's a pity that you are a prince of the royal family, and I am the one who wants to demand blood debt from this imperial power.