No one paid much attention to the astonishment rippling through the competition venue at that moment. After leaving, they boarded a carriage headed to a restaurant.
Following a satisfying meal, Huang Quan declared, “Alright, it’s time for the next stop.”
Nangong Mian questioned, “Where to?”
“The largest gambling house in the imperial capital!” Huang Quan exclaimed excitedly. “I’m going to win big!”
“Going to the gambling house to win money?” Nangong Mian asked, casting a serious look at her. “Quanquan, when did you become a gambler?”
“Brother, I just place bets at the gambling house. Nothing more,” Huang Quan clarified. “That’s all…”
Relieved, Nangong Mian inquired, “So who are you betting on?”
“Betting on myself,” Huang Quan announced. “I want to wager all the money I have. I need to make more, or what will the baby eat when it wakes up?”
“Alright, I’ll keep an eye on you,” Nangong Mian assured her. “Brother believes in you.”
With a smile, Nangong Mian turned to Di Qin and asked, “Are you betting too?”
Did you hear that? Huang Quan also glanced over upon hearing the question.
Di Qin took a sip of tea, chuckling, “Quanquan made me quite a bit of money.”
The implication was clear—he had already placed his bets!
Nangong Mian’s mouth twitched, unsure of what to say.
“Wait for me here,” Huang Quan said, then dashed out of the box.
Upon exiting the box, Huang Quan approached the waiter, requesting an empty box. Swiftly, she changed out of her college robe, bound her chest, and donned a black men’s robe.
After the transformation, Huang Quan removed the hair accessories, securing her soft black hair in a high tie. Exiting the box, she headed towards the one where they had been dining.
With a “squeak,” the box door opened, drawing the attention of both Nangong Mian and Di Qin.
Observing Huang Quan enter dressed as a man, Nangong Mian exclaimed, “Quanquan, why are you dressed like this?”
Taking a seat, Huang Quan explained, “I’m betting on myself at the gambling house. Going in as a woman might not be the best idea.”
Realizing the validity of her point, Nangong Mian hesitated, “Then maybe I should…”
“No need, Brother,” Huang Quan interrupted. “You’re betting on your sister to win, so there’s no need for you to disguise yourself.” She paused and turned to Di Qin, asking, “Qin Qin, do you want to go directly to the gambling house as the prince?”
“No,” Di Qin replied with a smile. “Everything is already arranged. All the winnings from Quanquan’s first game are set to continue betting on her.”
Hearing this, Huang Quan suggested, “Then you don’t have to go in. Just wait for us outside the gambling house.”
“Okay,” Di Qin nodded.
The group left the restaurant, boarded the carriage, and headed straight for the gambling house.
Stopping at an alley near the gambling house, the carriage came to a halt. Huang Quan exited and slipped into the alley like a cat.
Seeing her enter the alley, Emperor Qin lowered the curtain and instructed, “Keep moving forward.”
Within the alley, Huang Quan retrieved the eerie ghost mask she had acquired from the black market in the capital. After donning the mask, she reemerged and strolled towards the gambling house.
Wearing a conspicuous ghost mask in broad daylight attracted attention, but the change of clothes, the fierce aura, and the mask’s lack of aesthetic appeal led observers to perceive Huang Quan as a man. No one considered her a woman.
In no time, Huang Quan reached the entrance of the gambling house.
As the largest gambling establishment in the Apocalypse Empire, the structure before them was impeccably crafted.
