The grand course of the world dictated that what had long been divided must unite. The times never ceased advancing. The Central Plains, having passed through Xia, Shang, and Zhou, and crossed the chaos of the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods, had long since become exhausted and scarred. What it now needed was a centralized state to rule it and give the people stable lives.
Qin had achieved that, but Zhao Gao's misrule had brought Great Qin to ruin in its second generation, and it had failed to preserve its foundation.
And now, whether the will of Great Qin to shelter the Central Plains could continue rested in Xiang Yu's hands.
Xianyang, in a palace hall that was still relatively intact.
The future of the realm would be decided in this hall at this very moment.
Those able to stand in this hall were all renowned feudal lords and generals. Every one of them had rendered great service in the mighty undertaking of toppling Qin. Though perhaps none could compare to Xiang Yu and Liu Ji, those two great contributors, they were still forces that could not be ignored in the broader course of the realm.
And all their gazes were fixed upon the man standing at the head of the hall—Xiang Yu, dressed in magnificent robes.
Xiang An stood at Xiang Yu's side, a faint smile on his face.
In his view, though Xiang Yu had not said so outright, the people before them were the core of the so-called "Chu court."
During this period, Xiang An had not been in Xianyang. He had been suppressing scattered remnants of the Qin army. By now, most of the Qin troops had been executed, Qin's power had essentially been completely dismantled, and it could no longer form any effective