"Enough already, Your Majesty."
At the Han Kingdom's front lines, inside Liu Ji's camp, Zi Huai knelt on the ground, clutching his head as he spoke in immense pain.
His voice trembled, and a drop of liquid hung from the tip of his nose—whether sweat or tears, no one could tell.
Liu Ji could not help but let out a long sigh as he watched the trembling Zi Huai.
Zi Huai was a fine blade, but Liu Ji truly did not want to use him.
He knew the child's past, knew the child's misery, knew the child's tragedy.
Yet he had to use him.
As Liu Ji the man, he could choose not to. He could even let go voluntarily and persuade Zi Huai to return to his sister's side.
But as the sovereign of the Han Kingdom, as the King of Han, he had to use him.
Northern Chu was powerful. Even with barely half as many troops as the Han Kingdom, it was still incredibly powerful—powerful enough that Liu Ji had to deal with it with the utmost caution.
The only reason the Han Kingdom could keep Northern Chu in check while nearly destroying Western Chu was Han Xin's presence. But Han Xin was not omnipotent.
Sooner or later, Han Xin would be unable to hold on.
Liu Ji needed to commit more troops to the war against Western Chu. Now that Western Chu's defenses had just been shattered, he had to seize this chance and destroy Western Chu in one push. The resources Han Xin could receive in the north would be further reduced, and sooner or later, he would not be able to hold out. The disparity in military strength was simply too great.
And once Han Xin was defeated, for Northern Chu and Xiang An