The next day.
Wu Ju, his arm still wrapped in bandages, arrived at the place where the Xiang family's two young masters usually received their lessons, filled with the solemn resolve to face death.
Zishu had already been waiting there. Seeing Wu Ju, whom he usually did not get along with and who had even sprayed tea all over his face yesterday, he unexpectedly did not feel annoyed. Instead, a trace of sorrowful kinship rose within him.
"Brother Wu, who would have thought that one day, Zishu and you would face death together?"
"Zishu."
The two looked at each other in silence, their expressions filled with grief.
Xiang Yu and Xiang An soon arrived as well. The two teachers nervously taught for a while, only to discover—
They actually seemed to be taking things a little more seriously?
It was not as though they were completely absorbed in their studies, but at the very least, they were no longer falling asleep.
Seeing the two teachers' astonished and frightened expressions, Xiang An scratched his head with a wry smile. "Sirs, there's no need to be this afraid of us brothers, is there?"
"Although our apology yesterday had some other motives behind it, the apology itself was sincere."
Xiang Yu placed both hands on his knees. "At the very least, we should not be men lacking in virtue. That is Uncle's expectation of us."
"Of course, it would be even better if what you two sirs taught could be a little more interesting."
Standing outside the room, Xiang Liang stroked his beard, a satisfied smile on his face.
At last, he could rest easy and go handle his own affairs.
Still, it would not do for the two of them to only learn knowledge. Later, I should find Fourth Brother and have