Xiong Xin and Xiang An had guessed correctly. Xiong Xin truly intended to use this opportunity to weaken the Xiang Family's influence within the Chu army.
Some things—if they had never happened, perhaps you would never know just how bold you could be.
"There are still sixty thousand troops we can deploy. Barely enough to form two armies." Xiong Xin sat in his bedchamber, his eyes narrowed slightly as he licked his lips.
"Though the numbers are few, appointing a single Grand General is certainly out of the question." He sighed, setting the brush in his hand beside the inkstone. One hand braced his knee while the other supported his chin as he pondered. "If we appoint only one Grand General again, it would almost certainly be Xiang Yu, the eldest of the Xiang Family."
"As for the other one... in terms of reputation and achievements, it would almost certainly be the Duke of Pei." Xiong Xin's fingers lightly rubbed against his chin. "Once they return to Xutai, I'll have to speak with the Duke of Pei."
Until his death, Xiang Liang had always been the pillar of Western Chu. Everyone had stood unquestioningly at Xiang Liang's side—even Xiong Xin, King Huai of Chu.
But now that Xiang Liang was dead, all the great figures who had once gathered around him naturally needed to reconsider their positions.
Their own positions, the positions of others, as well as the advantages, disadvantages, and interests involved.
Xiong Xin rose and walked to the window. Looking at the sky thick with dark clouds, he drew in a deep breath, then let it out in a long sigh.
Perhaps he and Xiang An had once shared a fairly good relationship, but now, for his own sake, there were certain methods he had no choice but