"Brother Xiang, I truly have to trouble you this time." In a side tent, Zhang Liang met the person he had come to see—a familiar acquaintance from Xiang Yu's army.
This man held a post in Xiang Yu's army, controlling the transport of provisions. He could be considered powerful and influential, yet despite being Xiang Yu's uncle, he did not have much say in matters.
His name was Xiang Bo.
After Qin destroyed the six states, Xiang Bo and Zhang Liang had traveled across the land and met several times. When Zhang Liang had fled after attempting to assassinate the First Emperor of Qin, Xiang Bo had also helped him considerably. Their friendship ran deep.
"Zifang, even if you came to find me, I may not be much help." Xiang Bo sighed softly and gave a bitter smile. "As a grain transport officer, I don't possess even a trace of an uncle's authority."
"You came this time because you want me to put in a good word for the Duke of Pei before Xiang Yu?"
Zhang Liang sensed that something might be wrong. He first nodded, then asked, "Brother, what is it?"
"Could it be that Xiang Yu...?"
His eyelid twitched. He pressed his fingers together like a blade and silently drew them across his throat.
He meant to ask whether Xiang Yu intended to kill the Duke of Pei here.
"No, no, no. Don't let your thoughts run wild." Xiang Bo hurriedly shook his head and waved his hands with an awkward grin. "Xiang Yu still knows where to draw the line. He does, right?"
The atmosphere fell into an awkward silence.
"Brother Xiang, what are you saying?" Zhang Liang could neither laugh nor cry as he looked helplessly at Xiang Bo.
Even you weren't sure of what you