March 1st, 202 BCE.
Spurt—
Zi Huai pulled his dagger from the man's throat. Blood immediately gushed out, splattering across Zi Huai's face.
"Northern Chu's Grand General, commander of the southern defensive line, Wei Hao." Zi Huai muttered, pressing his lips together.
The corpse lying on the ground in the darkness was Wei Hao, the pillar of Northern Chu who had held up its entire southern defensive line.
"I'm sorry, Sister Ahua. These are my orders."
Zi Huai gritted his teeth and vanished from where he stood.
This was an order from Liu Ji. Zi Huai had to carry it out.
It was what he had promised Liu Ji, and it was also repayment for Liu Ji saving his life.
Zi Huai's mind had already become somewhat unstable. Even he himself did not know what he was thinking.
He desperately wanted to return to Zi Juan's side and live with her, yet he could not convince himself to accept the existence of Xiang An, Zi Juan's true "brother" now.
Coupled with Liu Ji, his savior's ambition for the realm, as the sharpest blade in Liu Ji's hand, it was impossible for Liu Ji not to use him.
Killing Wei Hao was not this blade's first unsheathing. Last year, Zi Huai had already killed many Western Chu generals, including Jiang Chun.
"Let it end quickly."
"This kind of thing... I..."
Northern Chu was Zi Juan's country.
The country into which Zi Juan had poured her feelings.
"I don't want to do this anymore."
"Wei Hao... is dead." Xiang An's face was clouded, his brows tightly furrowed as he spoke to Zi Juan and Xiang Lu. "He was assassinated. Someone entered the camp under the guise of an envoy and carried out the assassination at night."
"Not only Wei Hao—the guards responsible