The Whole World Knows That the Crown Prince Loves Her

Luxurious and majestic, the gambling house exuded an air of opulence at first glance.

Huang Quan cast a fleeting glance at the establishment before confidently stepping inside. The interior buzzed with life—men, women, the young, and the old, all present.

Amidst the lively chatter, Huang Quan’s entrance, marked by the ominous evil ghost mask, drew the attention of many. However, their gazes quickly returned to the gambling activities as if uninterested.

The gambling house offered various games on different floors and in different rooms, catering to diverse preferences and social statuses. The lobby attracted ordinary gamblers, while the upper floors catered to the wealthier patrons.

Huang Quan located a sign indicating the betting area, navigated through the bustling crowd, and approached.

Numerous individuals were placing bets. To facilitate betting and real-time result tracking, names were inscribed on the walls of the betting zones.

Among those names, the most suppressed ones were Feng Jiuyuan, Jing Chen, and Nangong Qingle.

Alongside these familiar names, other students garnered attention. As Huang Quan perused the rankings, she spotted her name in eighth place.

Eighth…

Unbeknownst to her, she had garnered significant popularity.
Huang Quan averted her gaze, approaching the person responsible for bet registration. She pulled out all the banknotes she had and confidently declared, “I’m betting on Huang Quan.”

As the registrar looked up, their eyes caught the eerie sight of the evil ghost mask. Initial surprise flickered but quickly faded. After all, the gambling house attracted its fair share of peculiar characters, and a daytime appearance in a ghost mask wasn’t the oddest thing they’d seen.

The registrar scrutinized Huang Quan, then began counting the banknotes she provided. After tallying, they confirmed, “Ten million, all bet on Huang Quan?”

“Yes,” Huang Quan deliberately altered her voice in response.

Once the registration was complete, the registrar handed Huang Quan a ticket and explained, “You’ll only know the outcome of your bet if she wins the next game. Today’s matches don’t count.”

Huang Quan, considering this, flashed a smile. “But in today’s competition, one hundred and ten people will advance to fifty-five, and fifty-five will proceed. That means one person is guaranteed a bye tomorrow. If she gets a bye, does that count as a win?”

“Absolutely,” the registrar affirmed. “Getting a bye takes luck. Sometimes, luck is a form of strength.”

Relieved by the response, Huang Quan tucked away her betting slip and scanned the surroundings. However, Nangong Mian was nowhere in sight.

Brother must have made his bet and left…

With this thought, Huang Quan decided not to linger and departed from the betting counter.

Exiting the betting point, Huang Quan swiftly made her way out of the gambling house gate.

Upon stepping outside, she spotted the flying-winged snow lion carriage parked nearby. Hurrying over, she boarded the carriage.

Seated inside, Huang Quan removed the mask, addressing Di Qin and Nangong Mian, “I’ve taken care of everything. Let’s head back to the inn.”

Observing her cheerful demeanor, Di Qin smiled and nodded, “Sure.”

*

The carriage transported Nangong Mian and Huang Quan directly to the inn. Given that the Winged Snow Lion carriage had ferried them back the previous day, and now it reappeared, the inn’s occupants didn’t express much surprise at the sight of the carriage and its passengers.