"Blue Horse, Blue Horse." Xiang An sat on Torrent Gallop's back, muttering the words to himself.
"What's wrong?" Xiang Yu rode Wu Zhui alongside Xiang An and couldn't help asking when he saw him staring blankly ahead.
"Uh, nothing." Xiang An stroked Torrent Gallop's head, lightly brushing the horse's ears with the back of his hand. "I was just thinking about what Master Chen said yesterday—that Torrent Gallop would most likely turn into a white horse eventually. It feels kind of strange?"
Torrent Gallop seemed to feel offended. Its ears twitched as it avoided Xiang An's hand.
"Ahahaha, I wasn't saying you were strange." Xiang An smiled and vigorously ruffled the mane on Torrent Gallop's head.
"What's strange about it?" Xiang Yu shrugged. "As long as you two get along well, that's all that matters."
"...Your Wu Zhui won't change color, so of course you don't think it's strange." Xiang An rolled his eyes.
Wu Zhui gave a confident neigh, seemingly mocking Torrent Gallop.
Look! I don't change color!
Torrent Gallop pulled a nasty face like a grimace, then turned its head away.
Thousand-mile horses seemed to possess more than just speed and endurance. They appeared to be highly intelligent as well.
At least ordinary horses didn't argue, did they?
Xiang Yu and Xiang An had set out to inspect the autumn harvests in various places, to facilitate Xiang Liang's series of grain-hoarding operations.
Provisions had always been the highest priority in war. Though Xiang Liang had never said so openly, every action he took was actively preparing for war.
If Qin showed any sign of weakness, Xiang Liang would undoubtedly lead his followers to rise up at the first opportunity and overthrow Qin's rule.
Maintaining his prestige in Wuzhong, secretly training a small number of soldiers, stockpiling provisions—everything was