Just as Yan Zhen hesitated, the voice of the Seventh Prince, Li Hao, echoed through the room. "I will be the one to open this hand."
Yan Zhen hurriedly rose, cupping his hands toward Li Hao. "Your Highness."
The crazed shouts of the surrounding gamblers died down at the mention of the "Seventh Prince." Even if they were desperate to see the Tianbao Tower lose silver, they dared not voice it in his presence. Such was the weight of authority over coin.
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