Xiang An truly wanted to punch his brother.
Especially after being summoned by the Holy Grail—he had been itching for a fight. If he did not give his brother a couple of solid punches, he would have to call himself weak.
What had their father and the First Emperor tasked the two of them with while they were alive? What resolve had they instilled in them? The battle along the Yellow River had shaken heaven and earth. The breach blasted open by the fighting had even diverted the Yellow River itself. The world had already been in chaos, and with this man-made "natural disaster," an age of disorder that could have ended early dragged on for years longer. The people suffered miserably, and resentment filled the land. After establishing himself, the first thing Xiang An did was restore the people's livelihoods, pacify the northern populace, and stockpile resources so they could safely endure that first winter.
That was an extremely important reason why Xiang An was so highly regarded by later generations.
Yet at the root of it all was still the chaos his lunatic brother had unleashed upon the world—you were already in Xianyang, so why the hell did you need to divide the land into fiefs? You could have just become emperor yourself! Why insist on turning it into some kind of battle royale? If you did not want to do it, you could have let me do it!
And in the end, Xiang An's death had a great deal to do with Xiang Yu as well. Xiao Si had only recently died, and Xiang An had already been overcome with grief. Then he heard that Xiang Yu had slit his own throat at the Wu River. He had barely finished mourning when Xiang Bo, his third uncle—who