"Third Brother, has the King given any further instructions?" Xiang Lu rubbed his shoulder as he asked Xiang Bo.
"Not for the time being. Why?" Xiang Bo looked somewhat haggard as he raised his head to glance at Xiang Lu.
His weariness was not merely due to Xiang Liang's death—the grief of losing an elder brother and family member—but also self-doubt and resentment.
After Xiang Liang's death, he, Xiang Family's third son, should by all rights have taken up Xiang Liang's responsibilities and become the head of the Xiang Family. Yet now, himself included, everyone seemed to have subconsciously regarded Xiang Yu as the one meant to shoulder the family's burden.
Although Xiang Liang, Xiang Yu, and Xiang An had always achieved great things on the front lines, those achievements were built on Xiang Bo's diligent transportation of provisions and distribution of supplies. Problems might have arisen at the front, but not once had there been an issue with the supplies and grain handled by Xiang Bo.
"Nothing. Just asking." Xiang Lu shook his head and patted the armor resting beside him.
Xiang Bo did not continue paying attention to Xiang Lu. He straightened his clothes and walked outside.
At the neighboring door, Xiang Yu and Xiang An happened to be heading out as well.
"So what exactly are you thinking, Big Brother? The Central Plains are in complete chaos now. Under Hu Hai's rule, Qin has turned entirely into a tyrannical Qin, and the people can barely survive. What are we supposed to do?" Xiang An followed beside Xiang Yu, his brow faintly furrowed. "Big Brother, you should know what I mean."
"Qin may have accomplished an unprecedented unification, which was undoubtedly beneficial to the stability of the Central Plains, but the Qin of today has already deteriorated into