"Hm?" Xiang An noticed a somewhat petite woman standing by the roadside, dressed strangely and staring wide-eyed at the two brothers.
"What is it?" Xiang Yu asked, turning his head.
"Looks like a refugee," Xiang An replied casually.
Meanwhile, in Langya, a large throbbing vein appeared on Xu Fu's forehead.
After speaking, Xiang An reached into his pocket, took out a piece of dry flatbread, bent down, and placed it in the hands of Xu Fu's clone.
Xu Fu's true body: .
I hate this person so much.
Without saying anything else, Xiang Yu and Xiang An continued onward on horseback, leaving Xu Fu's clone standing there alone with the dry flatbread, completely at a loss.
Five minutes later, Xu Fu and Yu Meiren had boarded a carriage bound for Kuaiji.
Xu Fu was extremely displeased.
Seriously, what kind of person was that guy, to make Lady Yu fall for him so deeply? What was so good about him?
Could it be that Lady Yu had an especially deep impression of people who had beaten her up?
Then...
Xu Fu turned to glance at Yu Meiren, who was leaning against the carriage window and humming a tune, and the corner of her mouth twitched.
Her eyes flickered as she struggled internally for a long while. At last, Xu Fu hesitantly stretched out a hand toward Yu Meiren's mouth.
"Hm? Xu Fu? What is it—ow, that hurts! What are you doing?!"
Yu Meiren, whose cheek had been pinched, widened her eyes.
"N-Nothing—" Xu Fu jumped in fright and quickly shrank into herself.
"I'm telling you, you've been acting really strange." Yu Meiren lowered her eyes and puffed out her cheeks as she looked at Xu Fu. "What have you been thinking about all day?"
"Ah, haha, it's nothing. Ahaha." Xu Fu