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After Song Yi left the city, Zhao Kuangyin went to Yuefu after he retired from the court.

The emperor and Mrs. Yue were playing chess, and the servants stayed far away. No one was in charge of pouring tea, so the emperor poured tea himself, and even occasionally poured tea for Mrs. Yue.

Judging from the chessboard, Mrs. Yue seems to have the upper hand, the white pieces are in the ascendant, and the black pieces are trapped.

Zhizi couldn't put it down for a long time, Zhao Kuangyin suddenly sighed, "It seems that I lost?"

"It's only half way down!" Mrs. Yue said.

"We'll see if we get this one down," Zhao Kuangyin said with a frown.

"Yeah, so the emperor should make a good move, or there is still something to do!" Madam Yue said with a light smile, her tone indifferent.