"A scheme to win hearts?" Zi Juan asked in confusion.
Xiang An pondered for a moment, then suddenly opened his mouth and exhaled.
"I led troops beyond the pass, slaughtering foreign tribes, and protected a bunch of things like them." Veins bulged on Xiang An's forehead, his pupils trembled, and his chest heaved violently, yet the corners of his mouth curled slightly upward.
"Then what did the comrades under my command who died at the hands of those creatures—count for!?"
The Great Wall buried armor worth a fortune, only to earn the vile name of heaven-condemned butcher.
"Second Brother—" Zi Juan could not help taking a step back.
Xiang An grabbed the general by the head. Ignoring the man's wails and screams, he exerted a little force. The skullcap could not withstand the immense pressure and was crushed directly in Xiang An's grip. Red and white splattered all over Xiang An's hand.
The headless corpse fell to the ground, twitching grotesquely. Xiang An stood with his back to Zi Juan, still breathing heavily. It gave Zi Juan such a suffocating feeling that she could not say a word.
"Good. Very good." Xiang An's eyes were bloodshot and webbed with red veins. There was not much expression on his face, but it was enough to make anyone quake with terror.
"If you meant to piss me off, Peng Yue, you succeeded."
Xiang Yu might not have intended to become emperor, but he was undoubtedly the greatest stumbling block in the path of everyone who did.
And the fulcrum of that stumbling block was Xiang Yu's equally renowned younger brother, Xiang An. The brothers had built that reputation together.
Therefore, to shatter that stumbling block, they first had to eliminate Xiang An.
When Xiang Yu parceled out the realm, rumors had long