"As Yue Niang said, money is just an external thing. Since these are the rules of the game, everyone should abide by them to avoid giving others something to gossip about."

Qiuju was overjoyed and wanted to clap her hands and cheer.

She blinked when she met Du Yutong's gaze.

He said in a serious tone, "Miss Du, please don't be shy. Do your best, and maybe all the prizes here will be yours."

"I……"

Du Yutong wished she could just die on the spot. She wasn't too bad at pitch-pot, but she wasn't exactly a winner either.

Seeing Jiang Shuyue's generosity, the other young ladies looked at her with a more friendly gaze.

As expected of one of the richest men in Beijing, he is incredibly generous.

"Miss Du, hurry up and throw the ball; we're going to admire the plum blossoms later."

"That's right, the sun will be setting any later."

Some girls don't mind making things worse.

Some people also held onto a gambler's mentality, thinking that they might have a chance to win if they were lucky.

They couldn't wait to finish casting and see the results, so they could finally give up that damned wishful thinking.

Du Yutong saw Jiang Shuyue smiling and nodding at her.

She gritted her teeth, turned around, rolled up her sleeves, aimed at the spout of the kettle, and threw it with all her might.

The arrow flew past the mouth of the pot due to the excessive force.

"Miss, don't use too much force with the next one," Pearl reminded her, rubbing her hands together in anticipation.

"Don't rush, there are still four left." Du Yutong pretended to be calm.

Jiang Shuyue watched with a smile on her lips and an air of nonchalance.

Unsurprisingly, Du Yutong's second shot didn't even touch the handle of the teapot.

Seeing that her young mistress hadn't used enough force this time, Pearl stamped her foot in self-reproach.

"Miss, use a little more force with the next one, and remember to throw it towards the spout."

Pearl's words amused everyone.

One of the girls laughed out loud.