Chapter 96.2 - Thousand Asteraceae

In the next few rounds, the

lao w.a.n.g ye

did not get to shout

peng

anymore. Furthermore, what was strange was that it was actually quite common for players to shout

peng

while playing mahjong. But from the start of the game until now, asides from the

lao w.a.n.g ye

, no one else has called

peng

, which was evident of how terrible everybody's hand were.

This situation continued until nearly all the tiles had been drawn.

Head Steward Fu touched a tile that was in front of the

lao w.a.n.g ye

. At a glance, it matched up with some of the tiles in his hand, but it was not enough to complete a winning hand.

In order to prevent the

lao w.a.n.g ye

from winning, the tiles were played very messily, so from the start there was no possibility of completing a winning hand. He did not intend to play the tile currently in his hand, so he carelessly picked a tile that the

lao w.a.n.g ye

had played before and flung it onto the middle of the table.

The

lao w.a.n.g ye's

gaze abruptly deepened, looking like it did before he had amnesia, and his expression seemed to exude a cold aura.

After another round, it was An Zi Ran's turn again. There were only three mahjong tiles left to draw on the table. That meant that after him, it would be Head Steward Fu and then the

lao w.a.n.g ye

. Monopolizing the last tile, huh?

An Zi Ran couoldn't help but blink his eyes.

The atmosphere in the main hall suddenly became oppressive.

Not to mention the players already involved, but the two people watching, Chun Lan and Qiu Lan, had a layer of sweat on their foreheads. They never thought that playing mahjong could be like the battlefield.

The little bun, who was lying in Qiu Lan's arms, looked over at his big brother's tiles with his big round eyes. Out of the blue, he giggled and broke the tight atmosphere in the main hall, like a burst of energy popping a balloon.

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The

lao w.a.n.g ye

, Fu Wu Tian, and Head Steward Fu's eyes were all concentrated on him.

An Zi Ran paused. He placed the mahjong tile in his hand down into his lineup of tiles, hesitated for a moment, and as if making up his mind, he picked up a tile and threw it out onto the middle of the table. "

Liu tong

*."

[*T/N: Name of a mahjong tile. Direct translation is "six cylinders"]

"I won!"

A sonorous voice rang out, shaking the ceiling of the palace and puncturing people's eardrums. Then, the

lao w.a.n.g ye

laughed smugly. He could finally raise his eyebrows and blow off steam.

What followed was a loud silence that blanketed the main hall.

The

lao w.a.n.g ye

was finally done laughing. He looked at the three silent people and said proudly, "Want to compete with me? You guys are still far behind!"

Fu Wu Tian and Head Steward Fu looked at An Zi Ran with strange expressions on their faces.

An Zi Ran calmly said, "I spoke wrong. It is

wu tong

*."

[*T/N: Name of a mahjong tile. Direct translation is "five cylinders"]

The

lao w.a.n.g ye's

laughter came to an abrupt end.

"Chi*!"

[*T/N:

chi

(onom.) giggling / breathing / tearing of paper, ripping of fabric etc]

Head Steward Fu couldn't contain himself and laughed out loud.

Fu Wu Tian added oil to the fire: "Grandfather, you bombed*."

[*T/N: The Chinese used here is

zha hu

, with

zha

meaning "to cheat or to pretend" and

hu

meaning "to complete a winning hand at mahjong."]

The

lao w.a.n.g ye

looked sluggishly at the

wu tong

in front of An Zi Ran. No matter how he groaned, the

wu tong

would not become

liu tong

. A thousand calculations, but he did not calculate that his granddaughter-in-law would be the one to successfully dig a pit for him.

The fact that An Zi Ran was able to dupe him was actually due to his carelessness.

Translations by Vanilla Muse.

It was very easy to become anxious or nervous while playing mahjong. When a person's nerves were tight, they would lean towards subjective a.s.sumptions. For example, when An Zi Ran played the

wu tong

, he deliberately covered the face of the tile with his thumb, and then used a louder voice to alert the

lao w.a.n.g ye

to the tile he wanted to play. Because the

lao w.a.n.g ye

wanted to win so badly, he would always be thinking of the tile that he needed to complete his winning hand, which was

liu tong

. Thus, when he heard the words '

liu tong

' his brain formed a conditioned response, causing his mouth to be faster than his eyes, and his hands quickly revealed his tiles. Only after showing his hand did his eyes finally land on the tile that An Zi Ran played.

But the premise of all this was that the

lao w.a.n.g ye

did not cheat.

In his last life, An Zi Ran actually did not come into contact with mahjong much, but there were many people around him who liked to play mahjong. Those people were all masters at the games with plenty of crafty tricks up their sleeves. Even without playing, An Zi Ran was able to learn just by watching.

"Granddaughter-in-law, how can you dig a pit for your grandfather like this?"

The

lao w.a.n.g ye

pulled a long face. He specially prepared for ten days for this game. In the end, he lost to the hand of his granddaughter-in-law at the final moment. Nothing changed. He returned back to the origin point.

Having heard what he said, An Zi Ran lifted his head and looked straight at him.

"If grandfather had played nicely, then granddaughter-in-law naturally would not dupe grandfather."

The

lao w.a.n.g ye

immediately turned his gaze away. "Grandfather suddenly remembered that there was something to do. I will take my leave first." After that, he ran off without waiting for anyone to react.

Everyone laughed.

Just then, he was acting bold and confident as if justice was on his side, but now his heart knew guilt. At the beginning, no one pursued his cheating. That was already giving him face. Now that he was duped, he could only blame himself for the outcome.

Although he conned him, An Zi Ran actually admired the

lao w.a.n.g ye

.

In just ten days, he had developed such a brilliant technique. He had to say, the

lao w.a.n.g ye

was very qualified to be called a gambling G.o.d. If the players sitting in front of him were not the three of them, then they would not have detected his cheating.

Head Steward Fu stood up and praised An Zi Ran without hesitation. "Well done. For the short term, he should not be making a fuss anymore. I still have something to do, so I will be going out. I will not be coming back for dinner."

As he predicted, in order to have them forget about this incident, the

lao w.a.n.g ye

did not kick up a fuss for a while, and calm days returned to the prince's palace.

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