Whoosh—
Before Xiang An could ask another question, Han Xin dropped to his knees before him without the slightest hesitation.
"Han Xin dares to beg you, my lord—leave King Xiang Yu of Western Chu and seek another path!"
Han Xin explained nothing. He merely knelt there, looking at Xiang An with pleading yet earnest eyes as he spoke those words for the third time.
"Old Han, I—" Xiang An had just been arguing with Xiang Yu, and his mind had yet to catch up.
"Han Xin yearned for war, but not this kind of war!"
"If you leave the King of Chu, my lord, you will escape this sea of suffering. Then the realm will be within your grasp!"
"So Han Xin dares to beg you, my lord—leave the King of Chu!"
There was no one else nearby. Only Zi Juan remained in the rear hall, sobbing; she surely could not hear them.
Xiang An looked at Han Xin, at the earnestness in his eyes. He opened his mouth, and what came to mind were the recent conflicts between the two brothers.
The first disagreement between them had been over Tian Jia. Later, it had been whether to kill Zhang Han. Then, a few days ago, Xiang Yu had wanted to kill Xiong Xin, while Xiang An had wanted to protect him.
And finally, there was this moment.
Locking eyes with Han Xin, Xiang An was still burning with rage and nearly agreed outright, but—
"Old Han, you... just wait. This time, I'll make sure to straighten his damned head out!"
The words that reached his lips came out like that instead.
After saying this, Xiang An stepped past Han Xin and hurried off to find Xiang Yu, hoping to accomplish an impossible wish.
Han Xin's body remained frozen in