Chapter 11: A Trembling Hand Becomes Divine, Stunned Silence Fills the Hall

In the private room of the Jinyu Pavilion, the air was thick with noise. As Ye Qingyan stepped through the door, every gaze in the room converged upon her—some filled with contempt, others with the thrill of watching a spectacle or malicious glee.

Wang Feifei sat at the head of the table. "Sister, you’ve finally arrived," she said, rising with a smile. "Boss Jin and the capital’s finest dealer, the 'Dice-Listening Ghost,' have been waiting for quite some time."

A gaunt, middle-aged man with ears that twitched ever so slightly offered a brief bow toward Ye Qingyan. This was the Dice-Listening Ghost, a man rumored to be able to discern the final count of dice from the mere whisper of their collision. He had dominated the capital’s gambling scene for over a decade without a single defeat. Wang Feifei and Ye Zong had truly paid a heavy price to secure his services for the sake of these three shops.

Boss Jin, the proprietor of Jinyu Pavilion, chuckled. "Miss Ye, our rules are simple. We shall play the most common game: shaking the dice to compare high and low. Shall we decide it in one round, or..."

"No need," Ye Qingyan interrupted him. "We play until one side is penniless." She slammed the betting contract onto the table, beside which lay the deeds to the three shops.

A flicker of greed crossed Boss Jin’s eyes. He immediately ordered his men to bring out one hundred thousand taels in banknotes.

"What spirit! A true daughter of General Ye!" Boss Jin applauded, laughing. "Then let us begin!"

The Dice-Listening Ghost picked up the dice cup. With a subtle flick of his wrist, the six dice inside emitted a crisp, rhythmic clatter. A moment later, his wrist stilled, and the cup landed firmly on the table. The entire process was fluid and masterful, drawing cheers from the surrounding crowd.

"The Ghost predicts the roll, Miss Ye places her bet," Boss Jin announced with a grin.

The Dice-Listening Ghost closed his eyes, his ears twitching. A moment later, he declared with absolute certainty, "Small."

All eyes turned to Ye Qingyan. She took a deep breath, silently reciting the four words in her heart: *Unfailing Wealth.* She reached out to grab her stack of banknotes.

The next second, her hands began to tremble. Like someone suffering from a seizure, they shook with an exaggerated and visible frequency. The clamor in the room died instantly. Everyone stared, stunned, at her trembling hands.

Ye Qingyan was the first to react, letting out a sharp laugh. "Sister, what is the matter? Are you so afraid that you cannot even hold the banknotes steady? I see you haven't come to gamble, but rather to practice your wrist stability."

A burst of laughter erupted throughout the room. Ye Qingyan’s face flushed red and then paled, while she cursed that wretched system a thousand times over in her mind. Gritting her teeth, she fought to control her shaking hands, finally managing to grab a stack of bills and push them toward the "Big" section. However, just as the notes were about to land, her wrist gave a violent twitch!

*Slap!*

The stack of banknotes flew from her hand, tracing a bizarre arc through the air, crossing the dividing line, and landing perfectly in the "Small" section.

Ye Qingyan: "Uh, this..."

The crowd erupted into laughter again, doubling over in amusement.

"Open!" Boss Jin shouted.

The Dice-Listening Ghost confidently lifted the cup—three points: Small. The laughter ceased abruptly. Everyone froze. Boss Jin’s smile stiffened for a moment before he recovered, waving for his men to push an equivalent amount of banknotes toward Ye Qingyan. "Miss Ye, you have quite the luck."

Ye Qingyan was bewildered herself. She looked at her hands, which were still trembling uncontrollably, and a flash of insight struck her. *Could it be... that the true way to use 'Unfailing Wealth' isn't control, but simply letting fate take its course?*

The second round began. The Dice-Listening Ghost looked solemn; he shook the dice for longer, using a more complex technique.

*Clatter!* The cup landed.

He listened intently, beads of sweat forming on his brow. "Big," he said firmly.

It was Ye Qingyan's turn. This time, she decided to let go of all caution. Closing her eyes, she grabbed a large handful of banknotes and let her hands shake wildly above the table, muttering, "Mother, show your spirit! Bless your daughter! Which side? Tell me quickly, which side!"

Her erratic behavior drew more mockery. Wang Feifei looked on with disdain, convinced that Ye Qingyan had run out of tricks and was losing her mind. Just then, Ye Qingyan’s hands gave another violent spasm. The banknotes scattered like flower petals in the wind; most landed in the "Big" section, while a few drifted onto the "Small" section and a rarely bet-upon spot marked "Leopard."

"Hahaha, is she betting on both sides now?"
"I think she’s completely given up."

Boss Jin shook his head, signaling for the cup to be opened.

The cup was lifted—eighteen points: a 6-6-6 "Leopard"!

The room fell into deathly silence. According to Jinyu Pavilion’s rules, betting on Big/Small paid one-to-one, but a "Leopard" paid one-to-twenty-four! Those few banknotes that had "accidentally" drifted over had multiplied twenty-four times, winning back more money than she had risked on the main bet!

Wang Feifei’s face changed. Ye Qinglian’s smile froze. Boss Jin felt cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

The Dice-Listening Ghost turned deathly pale. "Impossible... I heard sixteen points... how could it be a Leopard..." His hearing had never failed him before!

"My mother! It really is my mother showing her spirit!" Ye Qingyan suddenly stood up, acting as if possessed. "Mother! Thank you! Your daughter will certainly win back our honor!"

Could it be... that the eldest daughter of the Ye family truly had divine help?

The subsequent games turned into Ye Qingyan’s personal performance. Her hands trembled more outrageously with each turn, and her betting style became increasingly wild. Bizarre occurrences followed. When the Ghost called "Big," her notes would "accidentally" shake into the "Small" section, and it would turn out to be Small. When the Ghost called "Even," her chips would "slip" into the "Odd" section, and it would turn out to be Odd.

After a dozen rounds, not once did the Dice-Listening Ghost’s prediction match the outcome. Conversely, no matter how absurd her betting method was, Ye Qingyan was always right.

"Impossible... this is absolutely impossible!" The Ghost’s composure shattered. He clutched his ears, staring at Ye Qingyan with bloodshot eyes. "What kind of black magic are you using? My ears cannot be wrong!"

Wang Feifei’s complexion shifted from red to white, then to a sickly green, her body trembling. How could the trap she had so meticulously designed turn into this?

In the corner, Chen Huai’an, who had remained silent throughout, kept his eyes fixed on Ye Qingyan’s hands.

Just then, Ye Qingyan performed an act that made everyone gasp. She pushed all the banknotes and the deeds before her toward the option with the highest payout and the lowest probability—the "Triple" bet of three ones.

"My mother says this is the one! Win it all from them!" she shouted, her voice hoarse.

Everyone thought she had lost her mind. After winning so much, she still dared to bet on a one-in-a-million outcome!

However, Chen Huai’an’s expression was no longer one of contemplation. He saw that at the very last moment, as her arm shook violently to push the chips, her wrist made an extremely subtle, steadying movement. That motion was not the tremor of lost control. It was a sign of absolute mastery.

*Unfailing Wealth...*

So, it wasn't that the hands didn't shake, but that amidst ten thousand tremors, the outcome would never fall.

He had seen through it.

*To know what happens next, please listen to the next installment.*