"Keep pursuing them. Don't stop. Make sure you drive those people to the designated location... How's the situation up ahead?"
"Yes, sir. We've received word. Everything is proceeding according to plan."
"Hmm... I hope Xiang Yu surrenders soon. Otherwise, I'll have no choice but to sing him Farewell My Concubine."
Listening to Fang Zheng's infuriating voice coming from outside the door, Xiao Ying clenched her fists. If that previous assassination attempt hadn't made her realize that he was impervious to blades and spears, she would have hidden behind the door and stabbed him by now!
Naturally, Xiao Ying couldn't stay here any longer. But she couldn't jump out the window either—doing that would completely expose her. So she looked around, spotted a small door beside her, and her eyes lit up. She hurriedly opened it and slipped inside.
Almost the moment she shut the door, the room door opened, and Fang Zheng's voice became clearer.
"All right, have the others prepare to rest as well. Rotate shifts and wait for news from the front at all times... Mm, I'll eat first."
"Yes, sir."
Soon, footsteps rang out again, followed by the door closing. Only then did Xiao Ying finally relax a little. She was certain she hadn't left behind any clues, but she had panicked so badly earlier that she didn't know whether she had overlooked something. Now, it seemed... she should be fine.
Thinking that, Xiao Ying finally let out a breath and began carefully examining the room she was in.
What the hell was this place?
She had initially assumed it was some kind of storage room, but a closer look left Xiao Ying stunned. There was a bronze mirror, a bronze washbasin, and a strangely shaped rectangular tub. Xiao Ying stared at that bizarre tub for quite