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Chapter 1166 - 1078: Penalty Drinks for Pitch-Pot

Chapter 1166: Chapter 1078: Penalty Drinks for Pitch-Pot

As she exited the Warm Pavilion, laughter from the side palace hall could be heard from afar, making Su Pan’er unable to suppress a smile as she quickened her pace.

In the side palace hall, those who had been discussing in hushed tones quickly knelt to pay their respects when they saw Su Pan’er approaching.

"You may all rise."

Su Pan’er swept her gaze over everyone.

Not only had the families of the Su and Qin clans all entered the palace, but there were also unexpected additions such as Lord Zhang’s son, Zhang Zhongding, and Su Ke’s good friend Xue Qian. In addition to them, Feng Xiyue was also standing quietly to one side, silently kneeling on the ground, head bowed without looking at her.

It seemed that Little Sugar Bean was not among them; she must still be asleep.

Su Pan’er raised an eyebrow and personally helped her grandfather to his feet. Once everyone else was standing, she bowed to Patriach Su, "Greetings to Grandfather, greetings to Father."

"Very good, very good, rise quickly."

A proud smile spread across Patriach Su’s face as he helped Su Pan’er to her feet.

Su Pan’er greeted everyone once more and noticed that the group, who had previously been playing Pitch-Pot and laughing, stopped as she arrived, so she quickly called Little Yanyan over.

"I hear you were playing Pitch-Pot? So, who has won?"

"Empress Mother!"

Little Yanyan came running and threw herself into Su Pan’er’s arms.

Looking up and tilting her little head, she said, "Empress Mother, we agreed to determine the winner over three rounds, and so far, the winner hasn’t been decided yet, and you’re already here!"

"Oh? Then how many rounds have you all played? Who has already taken their turn?"

Su Pan’er asked casually, her eyes flitting over those present, happiness swelling in her heart seeing everyone so engaged.

"Empress Mother, we have already played two rounds!"

Little Yanyan gestured to those who had stepped up from behind, pointing them out one by one to Su Pan’er: "Look, our team is here, and their team is there; anyone who doesn’t score has to drink a cup of wine as a penalty. If someone isn’t a good drinker, they substitute it with a drink of tea. Right now it’s a tie, one win each! It all comes down to this last round! Empress Mother, why don’t you try your hand at Pitch-Pot, just for fun, just for fun?"

She tugged at Su Pan’er’s arm, shaking it continuously.

"Very well, very well, Empress Mother will join for a round. My dear First Princess, stop shaking now, or you’ll make your Empress Mother dizzy."

It wasn’t dizziness at all; she was just overwhelmed by Little Yanyan’s endearing antics.

"Hee hee, come on, let’s go."

Little Yanyan, bubbly with excitement, led Su Pan’er to the wine jar used for Pitch-Pot.

The jar was set not too far away, with a sufficiently large mouth, yet despite that, quite a few arrows had missed their mark, scattered around the outside, showing that many had failed to score.

Taking a quick glance at everyone, she soon understood.

Today was Little Yanyan’s birthday, and the Pitch-Pot game was most likely initiated by her. Everyone was striving to keep the game in a tie to make her happy, revealing just how difficult that must have been to achieve!

With a knowing smile, she picked up an Arrow and casually twirled it in her hand: "Really now? Are you hoping to see your Empress Mother embarrass herself?"

"Empress Mother won’t be embarrassed, huh!"

Little Yanyan pouted defiantly: "Little Yanyan knows, Empress Mother is very skilled at Pitch-Pot, really amazing! Please go ahead, there’s no need for modesty!"

No sooner had Little Yanyan finished speaking than those around her laughed gleefully.

Even Patriach Su couldn’t help chiming in.

"Empress, it’s just a game. Winning or losing is secondary; the important thing is to have fun. Give it a try, everyone is eager to see you play."

"Alright!"

Su Pan’er suddenly became enthusiastic. She also picked up the Arrow and let go of Little Yanyan, walking over to the Pitch-Pot station to get ready. After a glance at the crowd, she attempted to lift the Arrow and take her shot.

However, she tried several times, back and forth, but never truly let the Arrow fly.

"Empress Mother, hurry up, hurry!"

Little Yanyan, both fussing and jumping about, seemed even more nervous than Su Pan’er, the one who was about to play Pitch-Pot.

The people surrounding her continuously cheered her on, intermittently offering encouragement and laughter filled the air.

Such lively excitement hadn’t been seen in the palace for quite some time!

"Then I truly will take my shot!"

Su Pan’er said with a smile, teasing Little Yanyan a few times on purpose. Seeing that she was getting truly impatient, Su Pan’er casually tossed the Arrow.

The Arrow, lacking force, drifted from her hands, narrowly grazed the rim of the pot, and with just a hair’s breadth, fell outside the mouth of the pot.

"Ah!—What a pity..."

A chorus of sighs resonated from around.

Su Pan’er’s martial prowess was no secret, and everyone had full confidence she would make a grand success of it. But to lose by just a hair’s breadth was indeed disappointing; how could it not elicit sympathy?

While everyone felt sorry for her, Su Pan’er herself seemed especially disappointed, disbelief written all over her face.

She stepped forward immediately, waving her hands in protest.

"No, no! This round shouldn’t count. I didn’t intend to actually take the shot, but the little one in my belly suddenly moved, and I let go by accident. This round does not count, let’s do it over!"

She wanted a do-over, but Little Yanyan would have none of it.

She threw herself forward and hugged Su Pan’er’s thigh tightly, "No, no, it can’t be! Empress Mother, you mustn’t take it back. A move once played cannot be taken back, and Pitch-Pot is no different. Since you’ve already made your shot, that means you’ve lost. Time for the penalty drink!"

Little Yanyan was clearly enjoying the game.

The onlookers too kept the excitement going with continuous encouragement—some in favor of Little Yanyan and some in favor of Su Pan’er. The atmosphere was buzzing.

Su Pan’er wasn’t truly trying to back out. She had initially plotted to lose to make Little Yanyan happy; that in itself was intentional. Had she won this round, nobody would have been surprised. Thus, she purposely lost, intending to give Little Yanyan an unforgettable birthday gift.

"Very well, very well! There’s no need to argue. I’ve lost at Pitch-Pot, just as our home’s Little Yan Yan said, I haven’t lost my spirit, penalty drink it is."

Su Pan’er spoke with gutso, then looking downward added, "However, Empress Mother is with child. How about we substitute tea for wine as the penalty drink, what do you think?"

Little Yanyan didn’t care whether the penalty involved actual wine or just tea as long as the penalty was paid.

She immediately pulled Su Pan’er over to the penalty drinking area.

Because of the crowd, even the penalty drinking took place within the confines of the Pitch-Pot area, distinguished by left and right. The left side was where the men took their penalty drinks and the right was where the women gathered.

The attentive servants were quick to fill a cup of Clear Tea for the Empress.

Su Pan’er held the refreshment in hand, the delicate aroma of jasmine tea gently wafting, soothing to the senses.

"I’ve lost at Pitch-Pot, penalty drink of three cups!"

She lifted the Jasmine Tea for all to see, and then slowly sipped the drink down.

Drinking wine was harmful to the fetus, and tea wasn’t great for children either. Luckily, this was floral tea, and a couple of light cups shouldn’t be too concerning.

After finishing one cup, the attending servants rushed to refill it.

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