"Really, Dad?" Lele blinked his big eyes, "You’re so strong, do you really need to let you win?"
"Didn’t you let last ti? Why not now?" Ye Zi’an took four pieces from Lele’s chess box and made the first move on the board, saying, "Your turn."
Lele opened his mouth, took a while to react, "Dad, you’re really sothing."
"You brat, didn’t you always say Dad’s getting old?" Ye Zi’an snorted, "When you’re older, your brain doesn’t work as well, isn’t it right for a son to let his dad win a few pieces?"
"You’re the dad, everything you say is right."
Yang Chuxia, watching from the side, couldn’t help but laugh seeing Lele’s frustration.
"Mom, do you think I can win against Dad this ti?"
"How could I know?" Yang Chuxia glanced at the board, both sides were evenly matched, neither was showing weakness.
"Dad, let’s play for stakes." Lele looked at Ye Zi’an again, holding a piece in one hand and resting his chin on the other, eyes sparkling.
"What are we betting?" Ye Zi’an looked down at the board, feeling a bit surprised, thinking, could the kid be hiding his skills?
"I’m eyeing that Three Sound Painting the Emperor gave you last ti."
The Three Sound Painting was a flower and bird artwork by a master from the previous dynasty. Recently, he had lost interest in abacus, and while in Hangzhou, he beca interested in flower and bird paintings. For that, he even sought advice several tis from Master Ming, the very master Luo Linfei wanted to apprentice under, who was highly skilled in botanical painting.
"Haha." Ye Zi’an chuckled, "Alright, if you win, it’s yours. But if you lose, what then?"
"Will I lose?"
Lele raised his eyelids, that was absolutely impossible.
"Son, there’s a fine line between confidence and arrogance."
"Don’t worry, I’m confident." Lele patted his chest and made a move, "How is it?"
Ye Zi’an looked at the board, speechless for a long ti.
"You brat, did you hide your skills last ti?"
Otherwise, how did he lose today, and so quickly?
Yang Chuxia carefully looked at the board and broke into a sweat. She hadn’t even noticed the flaw earlier. Ye Zi’an lost fair and square!
"I didn’t hide anything." Lele smiled slyly, "I just researched a strategy at the Gentleman Pavilion with soone, thought it was good, and tried it today."
Ye Zi’an glanced at the board, "I heard the Broken Road Chess was solved, by two masked young masters, one big and one small? You? Who else?"
"My uncle." Lele spread his hands, grinning proudly, "Dad, what do you think? Accept or not?"
"Not bad, I’ll award you the Three Sound Painting once we’re back in the Capital City." Ye Zi’an ruffled his head, "You’re truly my son, you inherited well."
"Dad, if you’re going to praise , praise , but why include yourself? Isn’t this like Old Wang praising his own lons?"
"Without , how would there be you? Praising you ans praising myself, do I need to praise myself?"
Ye Zi’an swept the chess board, then said, "Let’s have another round."
"Dad, are you unwilling to admit defeat?"
"I’m showing you another strategy, try to crack it well. If you solve it, I’ll give you the Sea Viewing Painting too."
"Really?"
"Dad always keeps his word."
Another ga quickly set up, and seeing the board, Lele felt a little overwheld.
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