As soon as those words reached his ears, Yan Jingxi blinked sleepily, gazing into the red wine swirling in his glass. His beautiful amber eyes reflected the flickering lights of the bar.,Yan Jingxi smiled faintly, pushing the tray to the center of the table with her left hand. Her slender fingers tapped on the plate and glanced at it, "The old rules, one hundred per person, double the bet if I lose.",If it weren't for that year when I was eight, a fortune teller said I had the fate of a "Mother of the World," who in ancient times, whoever married me would become emperor, bringing good luck to my husband.。