Xiang Jing returned, bringing news of Liu Ji.
"Liu Ji refused to see me." Xiang Jing shook his head. "He seemed to have some private agenda. He kept leaving me to one side, and I set off back on the morning of the third day."
His face was clouded with irritation.
"That Liu Ji." Zi Juan frowned. Seated in the lower seat to Xiang Yu's right, her voice carried a note of indignation.
After chatting with Xiang An yesterday and having a modest extra meal of fish and meat, Zi Juan had also come to terms with things.
No matter how fantastical her dream was, no matter how much it had been lost, she still had to persist in making it come true—even if it had already become impossible.
Yet they had barely returned to camp and had not even begun marching when this damned trouble cropped up.
Xiang Yu's expression darkened as well.
Shaking his head, he looked at Xiang Jing. "What about the people around him? Li Yiji, Xiao He, Zhang Liang—none of them came to see you either?"
"That old man Li Yiji did come." Xiang Jing hesitated before answering truthfully. "But he only drank and chatted with me. He never mentioned meeting the General even once."
The command tent fell into a brief silence.
"That old Liu is a little too blind to what's good for him." Xiang An shook his head with slight disappointment.
He said this on the premise that Liu Ji was the King of Within the Passes.
Even if Liu Ji had already become the King of Within the Passes, he should not have acted with such disregard for the situation.
"What do we do now?" Xiang Jing returned to his seat and swept his gaze over Xiang Yu, Xiang An, and