CHAPTER 199: CHAPTER 199 DRINKING CAPACITY

Everything happening downstairs was witnessed by Prince NanAn and Marquis Beining.

Luckily.

The Young Master of Dongxiang Marquis Mansion isn’t skilled at gambling, and Marquis Dongxiang doesn’t allow him to gamble. Their son even stops him, so there’s no worry about him being led astray.

After eating and drinking to their heart’s content, Prince NanAn and Marquis Beining left.

In the private room, Su Chong and the others were chatting and dining, enjoying fine wine and good food.

In another private room, the Heir of Duke Chong smiled despite losing, as everything was under his control.

Half an hour later, Su Chong was full and ready to stroll back to Dongxiang Marquis Mansion.

However, just as he stepped out, he bumped into the Heir of Duke Chong again after only a few steps.

Su Chong couldn’t help but burp.

The face of the Heir of Duke Chong turned green at that moment.

No one had ever dared to provoke and disrespect him like this!

"Full already, Mr. Su? Not up for a few more games?" the Heir of Duke Chong asked.

"No more games, it’s boring," Su Chong replied.

"I bet you’re afraid of losing!" the Heir of Duke Chong goaded.

Su Chong squinted at him, "Afraid of losing? You, who never won, dare say that?"

The Heir of Duke Chong tightened his grip on his folded fan and said, "Losing once doesn’t mean losing every time!"

"Facing me, winning isn’t that easy," Su Chong laughed heartily.

"If you have the guts, let’s compete again!" the Heir of Duke Chong challenged.

Su Chong was about to speak, but Prince NanAn pulled him aside, "Don’t fall for it."

"There’s no one born yet who can trick me," Su Chong said.

The Heir of Duke Chong glared at Prince NanAn.

Prince NanAn wasn’t afraid of him.

Su Chong chuckled drunkenly, "A few small games, I have nothing important to do after heading back."

Prince NanAn wanted to say more, but the Eldest Young Master of Duke Dingguo patted him on the shoulder and said, "I trust Brother Su."

For so long, whoever ran into Dongxiang Marquis Mansion never gained any advantage. He believed this time would be no exception.

Although Brother Su’s gambling skills are mediocre, even for the Heir of Duke Chong, his skills falter when facing him.

The unpaid lunch earlier was the best evidence.

Chu Shun and his friends had long disliked the Heir of Duke Chong, but due to Duke Chong’s intricate influence in the court, they repeatedly held back from teaching him a lesson.

Now that Su Chong stepped up, they no longer hesitated.

They had great confidence in Su Chong.

However—

The reality was a slap in the face.

Su Chong’s gambling skills were indeed terrible.

Not only did he lose his brocade robe, but he also lost all of theirs.

"Off with them!" the Heir of Duke Chong demanded.

Chu Shun and his friends, in their undergarments, looked at the fully dressed Prince NanAn.

"Take it off already," Chu Shun urged.

Prince NanAn, "...."

Whose side were they on anyway?!

These troublesome friends seemed eager to help the Heir of Duke Chong strip him of his brocade robe.

Prince NanAn flushed, removed his jade belt, and then took off his brocade robe.

The Heir of Duke Chong looked at Su Chong and asked, "Want to keep gambling?"

Su Chong reached for the dice cup.

Chu Shun grabbed his hand.

"You can’t gamble anymore," Chu Shun insisted.

"There’s nothing left to lose," the Eldest Young Master of Duke Dingguo exclaimed.

"...."

"Lost it all so quickly?" Su Chong hiccupped drunkenly.

"...."

If they weren’t worried about being beaten, they’d really want to punch him.

Didn’t he know they were poor?

The Heir of Duke Chong said, "If you want to keep gambling, I’ll lend you money."

"In that case, just lend me a little, perhaps three thousand taels," Su Chong exclaimed.

"...."

Prince NanAn looked at Chu Shun and said, "I think he’s truly drunk out of his mind."

Chu Shun and the Heir of Marquis Beining tried to drag Su Chong away.

But with so many people around, and right in front of the Heir of Duke Chong, it was impossible.

A crowd gathered to watch the commotion.

The Drunken Immortal Pavilion had never been so lively.

However, the Shopkeeper of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion was not happy at all.

Because they weren’t here to dine, but purely to watch the spectacle.

Moreover!

The Young Master of Dongxiang Marquis Mansion was losing so pathetically. Now that he’s drunk and his gambling instincts have surfaced, what will he do once he sobers up?

The Shopkeeper was worried. Ever since the Eldest Young Madam of Duke Zhen’s Mansion visited once, he feared the Drunken Immortal Pavilion wouldn’t last.

The attendant fetched pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, wrote the IOU, and Su Chong signed it.

With the silver note, of course, he continued to gamble.

Lost it all, borrowed again.

Borrowed and lost again.

Finally, Chu Shun lifted his hand and knocked Su Chong out cold.

The Heir of Duke Chong glared and said, "How dare you spoil my fun?!"

"I advise you to quit while you’re ahead, he’s a bandit from Qingyun Mountain, having nothing to lose," Chu Shun said.

The Heir of Duke Chong laughed coldly, "This is the Capital City, right under the Emperor’s nose, how can he, a bandit, run rampant!"

Debt must be repaid, that’s only fair!

Prince NanAn hoisted one of Su Chong’s arms and, along with the Heir of Marquis Beining, dragged him away.

The Heir of Duke Chong was in a good mood and didn’t stop them.

He returned home with a stack of IOUs.

He showed the IOUs to the Old Madam of Duke Chong’s Mansion and said, "Grandmother, the money on these IOUs is enough to cover the losses of the ice shop."

The Duchess happily said, "My son’s quite clever."

Although they’re just IOUs and not silver notes.

But the IOUs were publicly signed by Su Chong, so he can’t deny them.

If Dongxiang Marquis Mansion dares not repay their debts, Duke Chong’s Mansion can rightfully send people to collect, and he can’t refuse it.

"This is just the beginning," the eyes of the Heir of Duke Chong glowed with ambition.

The news that Su Chong lost everything but his undergarments at the Drunken Immortal Pavilion and owed a gambling debt of thirty thousand taels spread like wildfire.

The moment it reached Duke Zhen’s Mansion, Chu Shun had already brought Su Chong over to Duke Zhen’s Mansion.

They climbed over the wall into the backyard.

Xingxing was brewing medicine and, seeing them dressed only in undergarments, exclaimed, "Shameless! Vulgar! Disgraceful!"

Chu Shun, "...."

Prince NanAn, "...."

The Heir of Marquis Beining, "...."

The Eldest Young Master of Duke Dingguo, "...."

Why were they dressed in undergarments?

Wasn’t it because her Young Master lost so badly!

Nowhere left to voice their grievances.

Xingxing noticed Su Chong was unconscious and exclaimed, "Young Master, what’s wrong?"

She ran over and then covered her nose, "How much did our Young Master drink?"

"Eight jars," Prince NanAn answered.

"How could eight jars make him pass out?" Xingxing asked.

"...."

"Our Young Master must have fallen asleep," Xingxing commented.

"...."

This little maid seemed overly confident in Su Chong’s alcohol tolerance, didn’t she?

Prince NanAn helped Su Chong into the bamboo house.

Chu Shun looked at Su Jin and said, "Sister-in-law, could you check if he was drugged?"

Su Jin furrowed her brows, "What happened?"

"Brother Su drank heavily and gambled big with the Heir of Duke Chong, losing miserably," Chu Shun explained.

Xingxing ran up and asked, "Eldest Young Master, how badly did he lose?"

Prince NanAn looked at her and said, "Just look at us, and you’ll know how bad it was."

"I see it now!" Xingxing exclaimed excitedly.

"Our Young Master must have lost on sheer skill!" she declared, beaming.

"...."