After a while, the Twelfth Miss Meng clenched her hands, her face reddening. She could no longer suppress her anger and shouted, "It's Guicai! Again! Why?"

The Thirteenth Miss Meng frowned so hard that veins could be seen on her forehead, her pretty face twisted. She threw her tea bowl aside, clenching her teeth, and said, "Is it enough?! I have drunk too many bowls of tea that my stomach is going to explode, but the five wooden pieces remain in your hand all along. Why can you ...